KHALAS
Her mother's wedding recordings, cut up beyond recognition and rebuilt
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 4.1s
- length
- 2:36
- language
- Ar
lyrics
(bangles clink twice) My grandmother wore these through two wars. Khalas. We're done debating me. (khalas) They price my gold down at the souk They talk to me like I'm for sale Teta wore these and never shook Three wars, one wrist — they tell the tale (wallah) Every no I ever ate Turned to iron in my weight (yalla, yalla) Khalas! I'm done translating me Khalas! The gold stays on my wrist Khalas! You call it jewelry Khalas! I call it my raised fist (ring, ring, ring) The clerk misspells my name again I lean in, spell it, watch him sweat Daughter of the Voice — say it, then Hand back the stamp. We're not done yet. (b-i-n-t) Teta, they play me on the radio Your bangles keep the beat below (clink... clink...) Every ring is a door I broke Khalas! I'm done translating me Khalas! The gold stays on my wrist Khalas! You call it jewelry Khalas! I call it my raised fist (louder for the back!) Khalas means done — done with you, not me (khalas... khalas...) (the bangles ring out)