😇🔥 VOLKAN & UĞUR IN UTOPIA / GIRLS IN HELL — DERVİŞ DERGÂH REMIX

[Intro — old radio crackle, slow male yodel + ney + dusty bağlama] Ya Hûûû… Vay fenâ… Buldum yolu… Scrode-ah-lay-hem… Scrode-ah-lay-hom… Welcome, dervishes… Yere bağdaş kurun… Nefsi kapıda bırakın… Allah Rahmân’dır… Allah Rahîm’dir… Dergâh kutsaldır… Ve ey yolda kalmışlar… keep one eye on the dergâh door… Şeyh-i mevlânâ… döner aşk ile… ya Hûûû… [MALE VERSE — 1930s yodel country × dervish folk, relaxed] I woke up barefoot, tesbih in my hand, Volkan found Utopia somewhere off the land. Uğur said, “Gel kardeş, sit beside the fire. Nefis wants a kingdom, heart wants something higher.” Coffee on the carpet, ney crying low, one man says “I know myself,” the dervish says, “Not so.” [Male Pre-Chorus] Boot goes tap-tap, tesbih click-click, nefis says, “Be somebody!” heart says, “Drop that trick.” Uğur says, “Stand still, don’t fight every sound.” Volkan says, “I tried that once… then Seattle came around.” [MALE CHORUS — warm silly yodel + dervish chant] Scrode-ah-lay-hem, Scrode-ah-lay-hom, derviş in Utopia, nefis wants the throne. Ya Hû-ay-hee, Ya Hû-ay-hoo, we lost half the ego, still got work to do. Scrode-ah-lay-hem, Scrode-ah-lay-hom, world is very noisy, dergâh feels like home. [Verse 2 — male, more Sufi comic] Volkan said, “I fought my nafs for forty hours straight.” Uğur said, “Brother, that sounds more like an interstate.” One eye open, one eye closed, heart somewhere in flight. He crossed three states and seven egos before Tuesday night. He said, “I reached fanâ!” Uğur said, “Not yet. You still get angry when DoorDash changes the bet.” [Pre-Chorus] Nefis goes tap-tap, heart goes boom, every man becomes a saint inside a rented room. Sheikh says, “Let go.” Volkan says, “I do.” Then somebody touches his food— “WHO TOOK MY STEW?” [MALE CHORUS] Scrode-ah-lay-hem, Scrode-ah-lay-hom, dervishes in Utopia, trying to go beyond. Ya Hû-ay-hee, Ya Hû-ay-hoo, one fights his ego, one fights Bluetooth. Scrode-ah-lay-hem, Scrode-ah-lay-hom, fenâ sounds easy till your phone goes wrong. [RECORD SCRATCH] Wait. What? Who opened the women’s side of the dergâh? [TEMPO FLIP — fast female cabaret/ska + brass + bendir] Ha! Ha-ha! Ya Hû? Really? [FEMALE VERSE — fast cabaret ska, cheeky] Dervish boys? Baby, please. They kill the ego then hide the keys. He says, “I vanished, there is no me.” Five minutes later: “WHO DRANK MY TEA?” He says, “I conquered nafs, I found the Way.” I say, “Lovely. Take the trash out on your way.” He spins three circles, quotes Rumi twice, then asks me softly, “Baby… was I spiritually nice?” [FEMALE CHORUS — fast] Tap-tap-tap, derviş behave! Big wise mystics trying to look brave. Click-click-click, watch them glow, one word from Aris— there goes the ego. Girls in Hell? No, honey, no. We run the kitchen and the cosmos show. Ha-ha-ha! Look at them go! Fanâ before dinner? Adorable, bro. [MALE RESPONSE — tempo drops] Now hold on, ladies, that ain’t fair. We brought the incense, we fixed the chair. We drove all night, we crossed the state. We even learned to meditate. [FEMALE RESPONSE — fast] “Meditate?” He slept. “Fanâ?” He forgot. “Silence?” His battery died. “Zühd?” He was broke. [Male] We are dervishes! [Female] With GPS. [Male] We fear no ego! [Female] Unless it says, “We need to talk.” [Male] We crossed the desert! [Female] In an Uber. [Male] We found Hakikat! [Female] Where? [Male] … Next question. [DUAL-TEMPO BRIDGE — yodel vs ska] [Male — slow] Ya Hû-ay-hem… nefis is wild… [Female — fast] Tap-tap-tap, clean your file! [Male] We seek fanâ… [Female] Start with pride! [Male] We leave the self— [Female] Then why you arguing for forty-five? [Male] Ya Hû-ay-hee! [Female] Ha-ha-ha! [Male] Ya Hû-ay-hoo! [Female] We love you too! [Male] Dergâh is sacred… [Female] So is the sink! [Male] Heart must be empty— [Female] Then wash your cup before you think! [BUILD — tempos begin merging, ney + brass + yodel + ska guitar] [Male] Volkan in Utopia… [Female] Uğur holds the line… [Male] Nefis wants a kingdom… [Female] Heart says, “Not this time.” [Male] Sometimes we rise… [Female] Sometimes we yell… [Both] Without love, even Utopia turns into Hell! [FINAL CHORUS — BOTH, merged 124 BPM dervish ska-country groove] Scrode-ah-lay-hem! Ya Hû tap-tap! Scrode-ah-lay-hom! Bendir clap-clap! Dervish loves the mystery, woman loves the man, nefis starts a civil war, love says, “Do what you can.” Ya Hû-ay-hee! Ha-ha-ha! Ya Hû-ay-hoo! La-la-la! He kills his ego, she kills his pose, then five minutes later love quietly grows. Scrode-ah-lay-hem, Scrode-ah-lay-hom, two different heavens, one chaotic home. Men seek fanâ, girls run the show, everybody fighting nafs— nobody wants to go. [Final Dervish Chant] Ya Hû… Ya Hû… Nefsi kır, kalbi koru. Ya Hû… Ya Hû… Fenâ değil kaçmak, kendini aşmak yolu. [OUTRO — old radio, very slow] [Volkan] Uğur… [Uğur] Efendim derviş? [Volkan] Sence… fanâya vardık mı? [Uğur] Bilmiyorum. Ama