Uploaded March 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Lisa Hartt, The Night I Learned To Dance
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Artist: Lisa Hartt
Writers: Lisa Hartt (SOCAN) Jonas Gideon (STIM)
Song Producer: Chris Birkett/2Mounties Media
Choreographer: @Meagan Mayada Hesham/@Mayada’s Belly Dance
Dancers: @Andrea Vargas, @Vineetha Vishwanat
Representation: @Sandy Graham/@EMG Collectives
Filmed by: @Emilio Baraona / OneDreamPictures
Location: Special Thanks to @The Chelsea Hotel, Toronto
Executive Producer: Dance Plant Records Inc. Cussy Nicodemo/Sossie Khatcherian
We were high and dry in Cairo,
at the Sheraton Bordello.
There were fleshpots in the dining room.
Silken veils and fragrant night blooms, Tutankhamun’s golden tomb.
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa twirled, the Stella biera flowed.
I was just nineteen, the desert wailed my siren song,
Play that sweet James Brown” get it up, get it up, get it on”.
I took a taxi to the pyramids,
and to oasis end
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa twirled, the Stella biera flowed.
Chorus
It was so hot the night I learned to dance.
I was aware before the trance.
An aged scheming temptress
Placed a shawl around my hips,
She tipped the silver chalice, honey nectar to my lips.
It was so hot, the night I learned to dance,
The night I learned to dance.
Almond eyes salute me fresh,
scarab talons meet my flesh,
jaundiced spinsters teaching English wiles.
Sailing up the ancient Nile, in a boat, felucca style.
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa danced, the Stella biera flowed.
Chorus
It was so hot the night I learned to dance.
I was aware before the trance.
An aged scheming temptress
Placed a shawl around my hips,
She tipped the silver chalice, honey nectar to my lips.
It was so hot, the night I learned to dance,
The night I learned to dance.
Lisa Hartt, The Night I Learned To Dance
Available on all digital stores
open.spotify.com/album/5kvq5reNYxQaENiXYjHeub
itunes.apple.com/album/id/1729033408
deezer.com/album/543511042
Artist: Lisa Hartt
Writers: Lisa Hartt (SOCAN) Jonas Gideon (STIM)
Song Producer: Chris Birkett/2Mounties Media
Choreographer: @Meagan Mayada Hesham/@Mayada’s Belly Dance
Dancers: @Andrea Vargas, @Vineetha Vishwanat
Representation: @Sandy Graham/@EMG Collectives
Filmed by: @Emilio Baraona / OneDreamPictures
Location: Special Thanks to @The Chelsea Hotel, Toronto
Executive Producer: Dance Plant Records Inc. Cussy Nicodemo/Sossie Khatcherian
We were high and dry in Cairo,
at the Sheraton Bordello.
There were fleshpots in the dining room.
Silken veils and fragrant night blooms, Tutankhamun’s golden tomb.
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa twirled, the Stella biera flowed.
I was just nineteen, the desert wailed my siren song,
Play that sweet James Brown” get it up, get it up, get it on”.
I took a taxi to the pyramids,
and to oasis end
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa twirled, the Stella biera flowed.
Chorus
It was so hot the night I learned to dance.
I was aware before the trance.
An aged scheming temptress
Placed a shawl around my hips,
She tipped the silver chalice, honey nectar to my lips.
It was so hot, the night I learned to dance,
The night I learned to dance.
Almond eyes salute me fresh,
scarab talons meet my flesh,
jaundiced spinsters teaching English wiles.
Sailing up the ancient Nile, in a boat, felucca style.
All night long the silken sand would blow,
While Nagwa danced, the Stella biera flowed.
Chorus
It was so hot the night I learned to dance.
I was aware before the trance.
An aged scheming temptress
Placed a shawl around my hips,
She tipped the silver chalice, honey nectar to my lips.
It was so hot, the night I learned to dance,
The night I learned to dance.
