Gold Gets Loud
Her mother's wedding recordings, cut up beyond recognition and rebuilt
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 6.2s
- length
- 2:24
- language
- Ar
lyrics
Teta's bangles on my wrist Gold gets loud when I make a fist They said soften — I said this: Wallah, I was born to resist Seven aunties prayed I'd shrink Habibi, what did you think? I turned the whispers to a drum Yalla — here I come Khalas, khalas You had your turn to talk Khalas, khalas My voice cracks the block Khalas — enough Sawti is made of rock I grip the mic like Mama's ladle Serving heat to every table They stamped "quiet" on my label I burned it — call me unstable Khalas, khalas You had your turn to talk Khalas, khalas My voice cracks the block Khalas — enough Sawti is made of rock Bint al sot — daughter of sound Say it loud, shake the ground All my sisters, hold your crown They can't shut this shit down Khalas, khalas You had your turn to talk Khalas, khalas My voice cracks the block Khalas — enough Sawti is made of rock Khalas Yalla, yalla