The Historama
Alex Ben-Arieh
P.O.Box 32128
Tel Aviv, Israel 61321
Tel/Fax: +972-3-546-1971
Mobile: +972-547-680-086
e-mail: alex@historama.com
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The Historama Alex Ben-Arieh P.O.Box 32128 Tel Aviv, Israel 61321 Tel/Fax: +972-3-546-1971 Mobile: +972-547-680-086 e-mail: alex@historama.com |
| The Music Room |
| A dream of mine for years has been to find a way of presenting Israeli music to foreign ears. The motivation stems partly from a desire to share our identity with others, even if it seems on the surface 'foreign' and un-understandable; it also stems from my belief that Israeli music is excellent music, whose melodies and lyrics (when translated) are at once local, universal - and profound. Though not being a scholar of music I can still say portable instruments like the guitar, accordion or horn have been central pieces in Israeli music since pioneering days. And with that, these instruments - particularly the guitar - live on in our songs: powerful, untainted and played in styles that give our music a unique sound. In an age where electronic instruments have replaced most musical instruments, and marketing companies now assemble together 'stars' for public consumption, our music remains pure (and for the few impurities that we have, they're still so few that we can digest them as amusements), with no shame for simple vocals or piano accompaniments. And our songwriters are probably even more famous and revered than the musicians who sing their songs. There's a refreshing reality in that Israeli music is really a coming together of experts in complementary fields - gifted vocalists, skilled musicians, and talented songwriters; each with a name and each with an identity of his/her own. It's a cliche which many would agree with, that in order to understand a country - or in my case, her collectibles, her heritage - one has to understand its culture. Given the easiness of occupying space online and providing inexpensive 'facilities', I'd like to invite you to sample the sounds of the music we live here with everyday. I've divided the songs by category, and the songs have a number which you can ask the music player to play - like a jukebox. If you click the link next to the song titles on this page, you'll be taken to the translated lyrics, which include some information about the musician and/or the song. The music selection is by no means complete: this page will be continuously updated with more songs, but as a basic principle it is based on real, legal disks sitting on my shelf and therefore many great hits and music legends will still be missing from the offering here until I buy those disks. Enjoy the music! |
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Song Title: Something Small and Good [live] ("Mashehu Katan ve Tov") Musician: Mashina Video: From September 2003 concert in Caesaria (Yuval Banai - vocals, Shlomi Brakha - lead guitar, Avner Khodorov - keyboards/sax/accordion, Michael Benson - bass, Iggy Dayan - drums) Year Released: 2003 Credits: lyrics and music by Yuval Banai and Shlomi Brakha Website: www.mashina.com Comments: Mashina's first release - and a major hit - after a hiatus of 8 years. Recorded live in Caesaria. Hear the song! |
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I don't see now the light, looking for it in vain Wandering across the whole area, from place to place Like a scratched old record, like a knight on a white horse Going on no accomplishments, everything will be done alone by himself And it seems that this is good, that's how he needs to love And it seems that it's close, something small and good... You won't be able to hold it, if you seek it it will get lost A man needs to move from place to place Deep in the heart of darkness something comes and goes The liight that's on the hurt is exposed, in sadness and joy it lies And it seem that this is good, that's how he needs to love And it seems that it's close, something small and good... I don't see now the light, looking for it in vain Wandering across the whole area, from place to place.... And it seems that this is good, that's how he needs to love And it seems that it's close, something small and good And it seems that this is good, that's how he needs to love... back to menu |
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Song Title: Birthday (remix) ("Yomuledet") Musician: Berry Sakharof and Infected Mushroom Video: Video of Infected Mushroom's remix featuring Berry Year Released: 2002 Credits: lyrics and music by Berry Sakharof; remixed by Infected Mushroom Website: www.berry.co.il Comments: Hear the song! |
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Today is a birthday Look, there is an old-new secret here To slice the bread To touch something nearly perfect It's already the middle of the night I thought perhaps its worthwhile to sleep But something is stuck Stuck deep down in my throat That's right, you know You make me crazy Before you run away, come without fear And take me like this Today is a birthday I thought of almost all of the details I ordered a room Blue skies with stars That's right, you know You make me crazy Before you run away, come without fear And take me like this back to menu |
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Song Title: Not Suckers ("Lo Freierim") Musician: Hadag Nakhash ('Fish Snake') Video: From Israel Channel 24 Music TV Year Released: 2003 Credits: lyrics by Sha'anan Street and Hadag Nakhash; and music by Hadag Nakhash Website: www.levantini.com/hadag/ Comments: Hear the song! |
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Until when will we stop dreaming we're a MIG in the sky flying high over the stench at a safe distance of 5 minutes from Kfar Sava... Until when will we stop closing our eyes to what's going on under our nose and accepting that everything's just groovy Beer from the fridge we'll bring, to a different channel we'll surf Until when will we stop thinking of endless alcohol and non-stop f**king So what if my neighbor is Danny Yatom I went to the funeral and went to him in mourning but the cycle of suffering is too big for me to break And we'll do reserve duty, and we'll pay taxes And we'll stand in traffic - for us they'll never screw We're definitely, definitely, definitely not We're definitely not suckers My friends says "enough, stop being heavy" And I'm not arguing, but the situation is absurd Try to find some examples And if you don't succeed, wait for me 'Cause if here falls a missile, over there is still more worthlessness What does it matter who succeeds - Jordan, Katash or Shaqueel And if here is a firing zone, over there is a mine What does it matter if I pay by cheque, credit or cash And with 700 [Shekels] for water and 2000 for city tax It's certain that I participate in the deal for... Left, right, look on the sides And we'll do reserve duty, and we'll pay taxes And we'll stand in traffic - for us they'll never screw We're definitely, definitely, definitely not We're definitely not suckers And sometimes everything simply looks strange, not put together Like a nun in a whore-house, or a whore in a convent Everything's going from failure to failure A tear from the eye slides down the cheek, and you? I'm crying about it all Crying about how everything could have been good there could have been h-a-r-m-o-n-y... From the Synagogue to the flack jacket to the Mosque Shopping mall, Church, everything could have been one Instead of this, there's a feeling of "Help" Living in a sense of such an "As if" Without looking at the reality in the face Without moving ahead, just trying to watch To disconnect Doing everything, just not to get screwed Doing everything, just not to get screwed And we'll do reserve duty, and we'll pay taxes And we'll stand in traffic - for us they'll never screw We're definitely, definitely, definitely not We're definitely not suckers back to menu |
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Song Title: Borders ("Gvulot") Musician: Ehud Banai Year Released: 2004 Credits: lyrics and music by Ehud Banai Website: www.ehudbanai.co.il Comments: This song is an allegory of Israel during the period of the current Intifada. Politically, it's pessimistic message came 'late' - after the IDF managed to subdue the main force of the Intifada in operation "Defensive Shield" (2002); musically however, this song and the album itself are probably the finest pieces of Israeli music produced in the last 10 years. Backing vocals with Salaam Darwish Hear the song! |
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He's already not so young, more than 50 years old And he's experiencing difficult times Fighting with the irritating neighbor in the yard Each one saying: "I'll die (first), but with you I won't speak" He's completely not at peace, living on the edge Never understanding what he really wants Curses and apologises, going wild and relenting He cries alone at night when no one's watching Rises every morning and sees that the night continues Doesn't remember where he came from and now where he'll go Turns from side to side, torn up from within Confused and divided, he lives on pills He has no time to sit and eat like a human being Everything he sticks in a pita, flies on the street ahead of everyone Overtakes from the right, then cuts sharply to the left He'd like to straighten up, but now can't really manage to Between and you, between us and them Between darkness and light, between land and sea Between religious and secular, between sweetness and bitter Without borders there's no limit for anything There's a border to despair, there's no limit for hope There's a border to hate, there's no limit to love There's a border to reality, there's no limit to the dream There's a border to war, there's no limit to peace From time to time he remembers when he was young There was a dream, there was hope on the clear horizon But now he sees clouds of fear And he runs straight home after work Stuck in a traffic jam, helpless, honks in rage Turns on the radio and thinks: "just not this, just not again" Smokes like a chiminy, worries for the kids And the path to his heart is strewn with bypasses Between and you, between us and them Between darkness and light, between land and sea Between religious and secular, between sweetness and bitter Without borders there's no limit for anything There's a border to despair, there's no limit for hope There's a border to hate, there's no limit to love There's a border to reality, there's no limit to the dream There's a border to war, there's no limit to peace back to menu |
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Song Title: Perhaps on the Sea-shore ("Ulay Al Sfat Ha'Yam") Musician: Yehoram Gaon (remixed by The Doves - "Ha'Yonim") Video: Yehoram Gaon (remixed by The Doves - "Ha'Yonim") Year Released: (1971) 2005 Credits: lyrics by Ehud Manor; music by Nurit Hirsh Comments: Hear the song! |
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Go find the happiness Between the pillow and the blanket, In me, or her, or in yourself Or perhaps on the sea shore Brooks are streaming towards the sea And at the sea every path ends Also the sun sets there Don't tell me why Go find the direction In the notes of the music In the tail of the octopus Or perhaps on the sea shore Brooks are streaming towards the sea And at the sea every path ends Also the sun sets there Don't tell me why Brooks are streaming towards the sea And at the sea every path ends Also the sun sets there Don't tell me why Go find the Truth In the Torah or the scriptures In a sad barn owl Or perhaps on the sea shore Brooks are streaming towards the sea And at the sea every path ends Also the sun sets there Don't tell me why Go find G-d In the gardens, in the stones In the leaves, in the stamen Or perhaps on the sea shore Brooks are streaming towards the sea And at the sea every path ends Also the sun sets there Don't tell me why Don't tell me why back to menu |
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Song Title: The Child in You [live] ("Ha Yeled She'bekha") Musician: Yehuda Poliker Year Released: (1995) 1996 Credits: lyrics by Yehuda Poliker and Ya'akov Gil'ad; music by Yehuda Poliker Website: www.nmc-music.co.il/nmc/artists/poliker/ Comments: Hear the song! |
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There is out there some kind of record There is some kind of sadness But there is life outside There still is more love You burn dead hours and piles of newspapers every weekend Family pictures of others, on the windows burn you You go out when it's already dark, dressed in black You drive and drive at the speed of light As if there's some kind of record that only you can break You hide the beatings, the open wounds and scars that haven't healed You remember little details that others before years already forgot Sometimes you sink and sustain everything Sometimes you hurt someone dear, from coldness As if there's some kind of pain that only you can tolerate There is out there some kind of record that you haven't broken yet And there is some kind of pain that you already know There is some kind of switch that only you can close But there is life outside that you haven't finished And there is more love that you haven't yet loved There is some kind of switch that no one ever will be able to close The child there is a man lost, feeling abandonned, rejected, robbed of dreams in the darkness And he falls asleep and wakes up, thrusts his hand and forgets that there's no one there And in the dream descends a child tied from behind, and this is the child that's in you But they call for him to return, and there's some kind of switch that only you can close There is out there some kind of record that you haven't broken yet And there is some kind of pain that you already know There is some kind of switch that only you can close But there is life outside that you haven't finished And there is more love that you haven't yet loved There is some kind of switch that no one ever will be able to close There is out there some kind of record There is some kind of sadness There is some kind of switch that only you can close But there is life outside that you haven't finished And there is more love that you haven't yet loved There is some kind of switch that no one ever will be able to close back to menu |
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Song Title: On Full Moon Nights ("Be'Leilot Shel Yare'akh Maleh") Musician: Eran Tzur Year Released: 2000 Credits: lyrics and music by Eran Tzur Website: www.eranzur.com/main.htm Comments: Hear the song! |
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On full moon nights I see you next to me Us lying on the bed in darkness All the windows open The light reflects on us Silvery and milky Here is you face Here are the eyes Here is the refined smile Here are the fears and detatchment Here is worry for me And here is happiness Because we're here together We have love Would you believe it After all this desert What a consolation On full moon nights Fantasy turns into reality Almost as if you can touch it By way of memory - in the imagination I know, it's true you're not mine But now, in the darkness you're with me We have love Would you believe it After all this desert What a consolation back to menu |
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Song Title: In a Striped Shirt ("Be'Khultzat Pasim") Musician: Ivri Lider Year Released: 1999 Credits: lyrics and music by Ivri Lider Website: www.ivrilider.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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In a beautiful city full of longings, I walk To give into my desires to fall in love And to the beauty that sends me to the clouds Love like this without boundaries Now I swallow the spit which has accumulated in my mouth Opportunities like these in life won't be many In a thin striped shirt with an unusual hat It's the eyes that make the difference so beautiful Now I'm shocked and then return Take my time, don't hurry I hear from outside That my mouth is saying, what my mouth is saying Now it's forever or else to give up I came for one, and left with another In a new Japanese car At the [bus] stops I drive fast In a beautiful city full of believers I want to find my life, to get adjusted When you drink just a little everything seems suddenly so nice When the girl beside me tells me how hard it is And how the people around her stop her, and what will be In a thin striped shirt with an unusual hat It's the lips that give me a kiss on the mouth Now I'm shocked and then return Take my time, don't hurry I hear from outside That my mouth is saying, what my mouth is saying Now it's forever or else to give up I came for one, and left with another In a new Japanese car At the [bus] stops I drive fast back to menu |
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Song Title: 15 Minutes ("Khamesh-esre Dakot") Musician: Assaf Amdursky Year Released: 1999 Credits: lyrics and music by Assaf Amdursky Website: www.amdursky.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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Flies over the city Shooting at them flashing arrows in the eyes Air in the bays floats in the currents Pleasant like tickles Electricity in the ears, shivers of pleasure Fifteen minutes, flutes and violins I simply want to be someone they'll remember Give a sparkling smile, end of the balloon will explode It's not worth over-exerting yourself In any case, from end to end it's always summed up in the same point The stains are removed The nights get shorter To a white line between background to background Sweet revenge Silent engines Trains of words cross paths like shadows above me and above the city, lifting me up The bulge of the breasts hides the face Fifteen minutes Photographers and ashtrays I simply want to be someone they'll remember back to menu |
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Song Title: Dark Dream ("Khalom Keheh") Musician: Assaf Amdursky Video: Assaf Amdursky with the band Knesiat Ha'Sekhel ("Entry of the Mind") Year Released: 1999 Credits: lyrics and music by Assaf Amdursky Website: www.amdursky.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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They'll always find us thrown out on the pavement Days which fell off from us will be presented on display in the newspapers Headlines which reverberate, and the heart breaks Something inside died already years ago And the noise in the head We don't manage to breath Many emotions Guilt Many deviations from the conscience And a hole of emptiness One foot squeezes the gas Sunken eyes, deep inside a dark dream Can't stop In the newspapers, headlines which reverberate And the heart breaks And everything remains pale like always I have freedom, I have a goal You don't have to go back There's still a desire You can find a corner Give me the end or find me the beginning [TV clip:] There are things that exist inside and we're like not aware of them We're always full of dark feelings, opening the papers and saying "Well, another disaster" but it's not like that It's a shame that we reached such a terrible condition where it's normal to wake up and see this I know I woke up, I woke up somehow back to menu |
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Song Title: Nails and Feathers ("Masmerim ve'Notzot") Musician: Micha Shitreet (pronounced "Shetreet") Video: original music video Year Released: 1998 Credits: lyrics by Micha Shitreet and Miki Zar; music by Micha Shitreet, Berry Sakharof and Yizhar Ashdot Website: Comments: Hear the song! |
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Once I could swallow the whole world I rode on a bicycle with my hands in the air Once I was a bad animal and you were a sweetie Once I really lived Once you were close to me, now you're distant Once you used to cry less and laugh more Once, when you were happy you used to dance Once you really lived And now? What now? Nails and feathers - a bird that doesn't fly And now? What now? Nails and feathers - a bird that doesn't fly Once I could swallow a full moon You didn't bite your fingernails, you used to scratch You got dressed in full light before me, now you're embarrassed Once you were real Once I could tell you "Behold you are my bride..." I broke the glass and left the house Once you could twist me around your finger Once we were real And now? What now? Nails and feathers - a bird that doesn't fly And now? What now? Nails and feathers - a bird that doesn't fly Once.. no, no there won't be another time Twice you gave up for me and once on me Once you wanted to know and I forgot What we really were And now? What now? Nails and feathers - a bird that doesn't fly back to menu |
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Song Title: Enta Omri (You Are My Life) ("Inti Omri") Musician: Micha Shitreet (pronounced "Shetreet") Year Released: 1998 Credits: lyrics and music by Micha Shitreet Website: On Um Kulthum Comments: Based on the Arabic song 'You Are My Life' (Enta Omri) by Um Kulthum, the Egyptian diva. Hear the song! |
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They're closing the plant, come we'll go home It doesn't pay, doesn't pay... doesn't pay It's a matter of economics, of politics Issues of a global scale But not on the issue, not on our issue And you're beautiful, oh so beautiful And like then, so also now 'Enta Omri' We listened to the man who said and said And we believed in everyone who spoke about G-d Words, words, words Many, many, many But not on the issue, not on our issue And you're beautiful, oh so beautiful And like then, so also now 'Enta Omri' back to menu |
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Song Title: Landscape of Childhood ("Nof Yaldut") Musician: Shlomo Artzi Year Released: (1971) 2000 Credits: lyrics and music by Shlomo Artzi Website: www.shlomoartzi.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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The landscape of the old buildings Which were shadows in my childhood days Since then have passed many years Since then have passed many years The landscape of the old buildings is already crumbling And its walls are disappearing Since then have passed many years Since then have passed many years In the Garden of Eden of childhood Which had flourished I was part of the landscape. Today I'm just a visitor In the tree garden which is peeling Which were shadows from my childhood days The branches have already broken Old age suddenly surged forth I am walking and you're with me And they altogether are disappearing Old age suddenly surged forth What a day it is. In the Garden of Eden of childhood Which had flourished I was part of the landscape. Today I'm just a visitor back to menu |
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Song Title: Overtakes From Above ("Okef Mi Lemala") Musician: Mookie Video: Original music video pulled from the "Musika 24" channel; features Mookie and Piloni Year Released: 2005 Credits: lyrics by Danny ("Mookie") Niv; music by Danny ("Piloni") Kirk Website: shabakmusic.co.il Comments: Hear the song! |
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I deliver the message to you telepathically Hitting in the head in my problematic way When I beat, I hit mathematically One by one I kill them automatically I present the anti-plastic reality Life I wrap up, rhyming bombastically This is the truth which strikes us drastically - The alternative which is fanstastic If we try to examine our being objectively We'll see ourselves rotting passively What turns me on over and over aggressively Flows and froths with the massive music Indulge myself on the microphone psychopathically My splif sits on my hand aristocratically I march on the way to freedom systematically With a desirous heart and a militant spirit. On my way to the beyond, I overtake from above Between myself and the tomorrow separates just the night Moving towards the beyond - overtaking from above Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. I build my existence logistically Against the events I'm prepared militaristically Against a world which goes and dumbs down sadistically A world whose heart froze it statistically How is it to live in a post-traumatic society Which gets addicted to hate narcomatically? How she drowns in the bureaucratic morass Dead eyes which gaze at me antipathically As she fries my brain cellularly She and her conscience which crumbles molecularly This is the stored thing for the moment of need modularly This is the branded thing, all of it fattened dollaristically Mook comes and brings the fire, sparking it vocally The words burn and don't get burned, attacks verbally Always in motion, managed multistylistically I fight my battles mentally. On my way to the beyond, I overtake from above Between myself and the tomorrow separates just the night Moving towards the beyond - overtaking from above Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. And if you'll say I'm exaggerating with this dramatically I say that your idea is not relevant I cut and avoid the brain-washing acrobatically And it's impossible to squeeze me into a compact slogan It's impossible to take me and market me authentically It's impossible to dazzle me, to lie to me cosmetically The good which returns to the creator of it magnetically Peels all the masks from you poetically On my way to the beyond, I overtake from above Between myself and the tomorrow separates just the night Moving towards the beyond - overtaking from above Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. Because what is freedom after all If not the victory of the man over himself? We're dust in space, everything we could have been and we're not. back to menu |
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Song Title: Today ("Ha'Yom") Musician: Shalom Hanoch (featuring 'Monica Sex') Year Released: 2003 Credits: lyrics and music by Shalom Hanoch Website: Comments: Hear the song! |
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Just yesterday, just yesterday I simply got fed up with everything To die I wanted, not to suffer But to die I always can And today the wind changed It took away the pain I don't know how It's definitely because of you Just yesterday, not long ago I was a king, Don Juan The most known, the biggest of all The most artistic without falling And today there aren't anymore clouds Everything lightens up the face I've started to smile I don't know how It's definitely because of you Just yesterday, not long ago Late at night, far from here Barefoot in the weeds, walking in the forest To smoke in the rain on the little bridge And to dream Today the wind turned over I started to smile I don't know how It's definitely because of you There aren't anymore clouds And everything lightens up the face I don't know how It's definitely because of you Because of you... back to menu |
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Song Title: City Evening ("Erev Ironi") Musician: Yossi Banai Video: Clip from his performance "From So Much Love" Year Released: 1987 Credits: lyrics by Natan Alterman; music by Yoni Rechter Website: Comments: Yossi Banai (1932 - 11 May 2006) is one more in a string of musical treasures that have left us in the last three years, following Natan Yonathan, Nomi Shemer, Arik Lavie, Ehud Manor, Uzi Hitman and Shoshana Damari. Banai began his musical career in the first draft of the Nachal brigade band ("Lahakat Ha'Nachal", which became legendary for its songs and the subsequent stars it produced in the '50s and '60s), in 1951. After his army service he joined the "Ha'Bima" theater and became a successful stage entertainer. Later he wrote the materials for the country's legendary comedy troupe "The Pale Scout Trio" ("Ha'Gashash Ha'Khiver"), and released musical albums of his own which became successful in their own right. One of his key contributions to Israeli music was his incorporation of the French 'Chanson' tradition of careful language, storytelling and sound into the arena of popular Israeli song. He translated songs of Brel, Brassens and Moustaki into Hebrew and incorporated them into his presentations of Israeli song. Though this song is already almost 20 years old, out of respect to him and the poet of the words I've placed it in as 'contemporary' as nothing about its sound justifies consigning it to more out of date music periods. Hear the song! |
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A pink sunset between the rooves Blue asphalt from below Womens' eyes, sad, sad, say to the evening Why did you come? The street-lamps are the flowers of the city Blooming in the scented light A sad electric Spring in the city From its intoxication it's forbidden to run away He's just an orphan and just innocent Born for a moment and then no longer Between the nights and the days He comes to color our eyes [Chorus] He's just an orphan and just innocent Born for a moment and then no longer Between the nights and the days He comes to color our eyes Between the days and the nights Shows a blue appearance which we go towards All our breaths are worn out Over there the grass, which the weeds consume The naive wave of a small girl Her smile carried in a car What there was and what there wasn't It seems as if it will come to be again At the moment I'm just one And I look, very quietly How the moon extracts a breast From the wall of the building opposite [Chorus] At the moment I'm just one And I look, very quietly How the moon extracts a breast From the wall of the building opposite My body gets smaller and dwarfed But my head is so high up So that even if I go I won't look at where I'm going A pink sunset at the end of the road Like a tunnel of light blue He who reaches the end Will want to cry from all what could have been [Chorus] A pink sunset at the end of the road Like a tunnel of light blue He who reaches the end Will want to cry from all what could have been A pink sunset between the rooves Blue asphalt from below Womens' eyes, sad, sad, say to the evening Why did you come? back to menu |
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Song Title: I See You ("Ani Ro'eh Otkha") Musician: Shlomo Artzi and Shalom Hanoch Video: from their concert in Caesaria 2005 Year Released: 2005 Credits: lyrics and music by Shlomo Artzi and Shalom Hanoch Website: Comments: Near contemporaries of one another, Shlomo Artzi (born 1949) and Shalom Hanoch (born 1946) developed into the country's most popular and prolific singer-songwriters even though they never performed or collaborated together, much to everyone's retroactive suprise - including theirs. Artzi pursued a pop-rock sound from the late '60s while Hanoch focused mostly on blues, though much of early Israel's rock music was written by him as early as the mid-'60s. Last year and this they went on tour together, with the concept being that each would chose and sing songs from the other, playing it with his own band (Hanoch: Moshe Levy, Roni Peterson, et. al.; Artzi: Meir Israel, Avi Singolda, et. al.), and this song - conveying their awareness of each other and their relative similarities through the distance and the years - was the thematic emblem of their "Connection" concert series. Hear the song! |
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[Artzi]: If I look, I see you [Artzi]: If I count, I count on you [Artzi]: You're not always like me, just similar to me sometimes [Artzi]: If you call for me I come right away [Hanoch]: If I look, I see you [Hanoch]: If you remain, I'll stay with you [Hanoch]: If you call for me, I'm here nearby [Hanoch]: You're a little like me, you're like me a little If I become silent don't take it to heart Let the music sing to the soul [Hanoch]: I catch a guitar, and begin to sing I come home, don't leave the city If I look, I see you If I count, I count on you [Hanoch]: You're a little like me, and also a little different [Artzi]: Speak to me, if that suits you If I listen I understand you If you remain, I'll stay with you Sometimes on the path, you're not alone [Hanoch]: You're a little like me, you're like me a little If you lie on a beach, thinking about nothing [Hanoch]: What is redemption if you don't see the end? [Hanoch]: Like the question, "where is G-d?" [Hanoch]: A conversation that begins itself, so how don't they see? [Artzi]: If things will be a little good, that would be wonderful [Artzi]: If we sing for fun like there's no tomorrow Call me up, it's not such a big deal [Artzi]: You can leave a number, I'll get back to you on time [Artzi]: If I look, I see you [Hanoch]: You're a little like me... a little... a little... a little... a little... [Hanoch]: If things would be a little good [Hanoch]: You're a little like me [Hanoch]: If I become silent don't take it to heart [Hanoch]: Let the music sing to the soul [Hanoch]: Look at her and continue to sing [Hanoch]: I come home, don't leave the city [Artzi]: If you begin a sentence, I'll find it an ending [Artzi]: If you draw me a line, I'll add to it a setting [Artzi]: And if you go, and I come from across [Artzi]: So let's go together, we'll go on a journey [Hanoch]: If you begin a sentence, I'll find it an ending [Artzi]: We'll go on a journey [Hanoch]: If you draw me a line, I'll add to it a setting [Artzi]: We'll go on a journey [Hanoch]: And if you go, and I come from across [Artzi]: We'll go on a journey [Hanoch]: So let's go together, we'll go on a journey If I look, I see you If I count, I count on you If you call for me I come right away You're a little like me, you're like me a little [Hanoch]: If I become silent don't take it to heart [Artzi]: You're a little like me [Hanoch]: Let the music sing to the soul [Artzi]: You're a little like me [Hanoch]: Look at her and continue to sing I come home, don't leave the city If I look, I see you If I count, I count on you You're not always like me, just similar to me sometimes If you call for me I come right away If I look, I see you If I count, I count on you You're not always like me, just similar to me sometimes If you call for me I come right away If I look, I see you back to menu |
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Song Title: Arik ("Arik") Musician: Shlomi Shaban Year Released: 2000 Credits: lyrics by Shlomi Shaban; music by Shlomi Shaban Website: Comments: Amusing song based on a real experience by Shaban who was dating a girl who was seeing him and another man ("Arik") at the same time. The phrase "Bleed for me" comes from the Velvet Underground song 'Venus in Furs'. Hear the song! |
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When you're in my bed Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik Me and my thing don't like Arik Arik causes us to shrink Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik Don't talk You want to talk about Arik Go be with Arik Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik What's the story with this Arik anyway? You always remember him when you're with me Is your game double-meaning-ed? Do you throw my name around in Arik's room? Don't talk about Arik You just said Arik You just said Arik I'm getting tired You want to talk about Arik Go be with Arik Don't talk about Arik No more Ho-ho "This Arik", she continues "He's got on himself" If he has on himself, I thought Why are you on me? And if you're already on me Why is he on top of us? Why is he burdening us? What, what did we do wrong? Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik Don't talk about Arik Don't talk You see, you just said Arik to me I'm getting emotionally disturb-ariked Don't talk about Arik No more And now the truth Tell me the truth Who f***s better, Arik or I? What does that mean, everyone is different? Speak in grades, lady, speak in numbers Don't even answer me Don't even answer me Don't even answer me It's not my business You see, you just said Arik to me I'm getting emotionally disturb-ariked Don't talk about Arik No more And now I'm a cowboy In the wild, wild west And I'm gonna shoot Arik Yes, I'm gonna shoot Arik now Bleed for me Don't talk about Arik back to menu |
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Song Title: America ("America") Musician: Ethnix Video: original music video from Channel "Musika 24" Year Released: 2005 Credits: lyrics by Ze'ev Nechama; music by Ze'ev Nechama and Tamir Kalisky Website: www.ethnix.co.il Comments: Hear the song! |
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People travel to America, When there's America everywhere There's something good in a faraway land And sometimes it's just a dream And you, why don't you cast a glance over here For how may years can you possibly dream of America? Oh America... Life is not America And America is another place altogether Everything's in the mind of the person If you'll only want here too can be a dream And you, why don't you cast a glance over here For how may years can you possibly dream of America? Oh America... And you, why don't we live with the little that we have It's not so different in America... Oh America. And you, why don't you cast a glance over here For how may years can you possibly dream of America? Oh America... And you, why don't we live with the little that we have It's not so different in America... Oh America. back to menu |
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Song Title: My Old Friends ("Ha'Khaverim Ha'Yeshanim Sheli") Musician: Ivri Lider Year Released: 1999 Credits: lyrics and music by Ivri Lider Website: www.ivrilider.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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My old friends, they're all the same One became a big hero and the other got wiped out A few others traveled far in order to return The tenth one who I once left far behind My old friends in the black book Everyone who I now love Everyone I will remember And for whom it interests, we'll smoke and talk About sport and art until the night will end Until the night ends, lines and lines of people Pass through my dreams Until the night ends I'll still manage to speak About every subject in the world If G-d exists or doesn't exist If there's a reason for disappointments Whole lives in bags of plastic And they pull at me by the edge of my shirt My old friends have an unusual taste He who was furthest away says he thinks about me a lot And he who loved to drink remained with the habit To a world of grownups he tries to get accustomed He who loved to know, still he asks questions And he who thought things were good for him is now praying And even I remained almost the same way Threatening to go but in the end I remain Until the night ends, lines and lines of people Pass through my dreams Until the night ends I'll still manage to speak About every subject in the world If G-d exists or doesn't exist If there's a reason for disappointments Whole lives in bags of plastic And they pull at me by the edge of my shirt Whole lives in bags of plastic Arguing if this happened or didn't happen My old friends are not all the same One became a big hero and the other got wiped out And a few others traveled far in order to return This love which I once left behind back to menu |
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Song Title: Preelie ("Preelie") Musician: Shotei Ha'Nevuah ("Fools of the Prophecy") Year Released: 2000 Credits: lyrics by Gil'ad Vitel; music by Gil'ad Vitel Website: www.foools.com Comments: Sung/written in a stream of conscience style; parts in italics are supposed to be the "voices" in the singer's head. Hear the song! |
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I want a little bit of "my fruit" ['Preelie' in Hebrew; the closest I can translate it is "my fruit", otherwise the word has no meaning in Hebrew] And I want also cherry that lights up eyes A flower when I enter the garden Yes, again I'm speaking only with myself And I have no idea what he Is hiding for me in my debt On the side of common sense There are a lot of things to sleep about What a drunk he is That guy who is sitting now at the head Decides now to conquer This moment, on the road the people feel the morning which has broken A gift from G-d To dance, to jump What a sparkle Singing songs from inside the house Moving the sofas To wander around, to shout... yes All this is a surprise In life there are gifts Because it's not in feelings and not in logic Eretz Israel these days is in craziness "The Enemy Will Attack Tomorrow" Was written there in the paper So give me a little honey and milk so we can mix Arab Palestinian - Arab Palestinian, Jewish Argentinian It doesn't matter, everyone's a human being Everyone's here No one will leave here No one will leave No one will leave here So start to love Say, is it fun to laugh? We're a generation of love And not of wars Tell me "yes" to pleasant speech and yes to smiles Five thousand years we're waiting To dance, to jump What a sparkle Singing songs from inside the house Moving the sofas To wander around, to shout... yes All this is a surprise In life there are gifts Because it's not in feelings and not in logic Eretz Israel these days is in craziness "The Enemy Will Attack Tomorrow" Was written there in the paper So give me a little honey and milk so we can mix Arab Palestinian - Arab Palestinian, Jewish Argentinian It doesn't matter, everyone's a human being It's because of this - everyone's here No one will leave here No one will leave No one will leave here So start to love No one will leave here No one will leave No one will leave here So start from up close back to menu |
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Song Title: The Doll House ("Beit Ha'Bubot") Musician: Beit Ha'Bubot (The Doll House / House of Dolls) Video: someone's interpretation of the song into video Year Released: 2004 Credits: lyrics by Amir Atias and Itay Shiff; music by Amir Atias Website: www.beit-habubot.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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And again I encounter a moment of sadness In a dark corner stands the boundary I think about things in a new rhythm I run thoughts, I try on a sheet And again I encounter a moment of loneliness I feel with all my might what innocence is Think about Him up there who knows things And His son all the time plays with the strings So how is it in the end that we all meet up With the same problems and the same emotions In the little doll house of G-d's And how I'm thrown strongly between the walls Fall into myself, now I can't see Lose the sensation, do you now feel What it means to be alone, to be alone And so how is it in the end that we all meet up With the same problems and the same emotions In the little doll house of G-d's And how I'm slammed with force on the bed The light turns black, everything here has changed I'm sick of shouting into blocked ears Again I can't see And so how is it in the end that we all meet up With the same problems and the same emotions In the little doll house of G-d's back to menu |
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Song Title: Here Again (Part B) ("Shoov Kan - Khelek Bet") Musician: Shabak Samekh Year Released: 2000 Credits: lyrics and music by Shabak Samekh Website: Shabak @ Mooma Comments: The band formerly headed by Mookie, who features on this page above; one of the first groups to introduce the concept of "Israeli hip-hop" (or what we call Zionist hip-hop) - snarling, indulgent, garrish and funny, but not violent. The band's name, Shabak Samekh - ùá''÷ ñ - sounds similar to the State's secret service but it is actually an acronym of partially made-up words "Shufim Bufim Bits and Bravos". Hear the song! |
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Blood and fire and smoked dates Blood and fire and smoked dates Blood and fire and smoked dates Blood and fire and smoked dates I return from a dark country in a time machine Cross outer space in a hurricane I bring the Shabak, we're here Ask yourself if you're ready King of the empire like Gengis Khan Rule over the expanse like Zinedin Zidane Take all the girls, gather up all the cash Run away from the law like Jean Valjean [Wearing] Beads to no end cause I'm a master craftsman All day drunk so I'm a pothead bringing the revolution, I'm on a cloud Girls, twist your tushies Still here We're here again We're here again We're here again From three came out one, From three came out one, From three came out one, And the one that came out is me There's no one like me, the orange knight Returning to the stages to save the crowds From freezing depression in a period of craziness Bringing to parades a little happiness and joy I blow away those who hold the microphone ["blow away" - the expression in Hebrew here is to "give high-schooling to"] Return to the kindergarden the whole "carton-culture" [possibly a reference to exploitation of workers] Cook your brains like a cellphone - Ericsson - Even Simon Le Bon doesn't have this much passion I'm the voice from outer space, come to the middle east A super-star who brings honor and vision If I was in Japan I'd be a Shogun The Shabak is stronger than Alexander the Great I'm here in Zion on the way to rulership I play in the country like Megatron in mega-disaster Gamble on my last chip And laugh all the way to first place - because I'm here again! Still here We're here again We're here again We're here again Everyone talks about the good old days With expanses and countryside, with chicken-coops and horses, yes Everyone talks about the good old days When cash would grow on the trees They talk About records and dance halls They talk About love, clean air and G-d They talk About politicians they don't count on They talk and talk and talk and talk After they talk about the good old days They talk about me 'cause they've run out of subjects A storm in the garden of eden, hell on the streets Certain that when we rule we'll bring better days Still here We're here again We're here again We're here again back to menu |
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Song Title: Going Wild in the Countryside ("Mishtolelim Ba'Kfar") Musician: Shotei Ha'Nevuah ("Fools of the Prophecy") Year Released: 2000 Credits: lyrics and music by Ro'i Levy Website: www.foools.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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It's actually fun for me when you're around But hard to say that love Is what I have inside my heart I'm after all just a hungry wolf You're not the first and not the third But we'll start almost from the beginning Now it's just me and you So come and let's undress little by little I feel... I feel... I feel you tremble from desire In the long breaks between thrust and thrust Yes, you and mother nature are united now In a moment of truth, in a supreme act Wave after wave wash the whole body Fireworks explode inside your head Deep within the rhythm, aware of every nerve I hope that this for ever lasts Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Going-wild-in-the-countryside You have fruits which entice more than pineapples and coconuts A wonderful opening like the blossom of a lotus Froth on the seas, a rainbow in the cloud, how good this is now To draw near the issue All the night me and you go wild in the countryside All the night me and you go wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Going wild in the countryside Going-wild-in-the-countryside Come let's sit in a fig all night Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going wild in the countryside Me and you, all night long Going-wild-in-the-countryside So he told me "Come here" and he gave me a kiss - it was sweet He embraced me standing and the bed was so soft And in the darkness he took me to a new land And in the morning I sand and was still in the feeling of a dream Simply a dream, a dream in broad daylight I'm not ashamed, I feel like a woman I'm his, for him and it's good for me because of him ...and it's good for me because of him ...and it's good for me because of him Come and sit here, come Come and sit here, come Come and sit here, come All night long back to menu |
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Song Title: Better Nothing Than Almost ("Yoter Tov Klum Me'Kimat") Musician: Ivri Lider Video: From a live performance in Caduri, circa. 2006 Year Released: 1999 Credits: lyrics and music by Ivri Lider Website: www.ivrilider.com Comments: Hear the song! |
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If it's not her than better it be no one Better nothing than almost An English newspaper and cheap perfume In the middle of the night climbs onto an airplane Which will take you first class to Germany There's wine and food and a video movie Another hour or two and you return home If it's not her than better it be no one Better nothing than almost Nice clothes in luxury shops All the time together and nothing happened In the middle of the night climbs onto an airplane Which will take you first class to Germany There's wine and food and a video movie Another hour or two and you return home And what a lovely day there is beyond the rainbow From what exactly are you so groggy A fashion magazine and everything is the same routine A few more hours and you return home If it's not her than better it be no one Better nothing than almost back to menu |
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Song Title: Iris Fields ("Sadot Shel Irusim") Musician: Yehuda Sa'ado Video: Rebroadcast of the competition finals on Channel 2 with the lyrics displayed during the performance Year Released: (1986) 2005 Credits: lyrics and music by Shlomo Artzi Website: Yehuda Sa'ado @ MySpace.com and www.shlomoartzi.com Comments: A wonderful (trunctated) cover of a Shlomo Artzi song submitted and performed for the 3rd season of Israel's American Idol-styled program, "Kokhav Nolad" ("A Star is Born"), which it won. It was performed by a religious singer, Yehuda Sa'ado, in a style defined locally here as "Mediterranean" ("Yam Tikhoni") - an Israeli blend of Arab/Middle Eastern tones with Mediterranean vocals. The song comes from Artzi's Lebanon war-influenced melancholy "Restless Night" album from 1986 and a forerunner to his landmark "Heat of July-August" record from 1987-88 - and for this public performance it seems certain lines with social critiques were removed. Hear the song! |
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In an astounded stadium and short of space With all the people I sit Waiting for the concert to begin The band is already prepared There, there were buildings, dispersed as islands and islands There, there was my childhood and all my life I am a loaded gun of yearnings And it comes back to me, you understand Returns to me in the room Every song is an unavoidable memory In an astounded stadium and short of space With all the people I sit Waiting for the concert to begin The band is already prepared The finger on the trigger Every song is an unavoidable memory Back then I didn't have a large car Back then I didn't know what lay by the margins Of the only road beside which were concealed secrets, fields [a play on words in Hebrew] of irises Back then I didn't have a large car Back then I didn't know what lay by the margins Of the only road beside which were concealed secrets, fields... Back then I didn't have a large car Back then I didn't know what lay by the margins Of the only road beside which were concealed secrets, fields of irises This is not the same country Already not the same room Every song is an unavoidable memory back to menu |
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Song Title: How 'Yossi' [live] ("Kama Yossi") Musician: Berry Sakharof Video: Original music video. Also: Live performance aired on Israeli educational channel 8. Year Released: (1993) 2003 Credits: lyrics by Berry Sakharof; music by Berry Sakharof and Ra Mokhiakh Website: www.berry.co.il Comments: Mima.co.il sheds some light on an otherwise odd song: the lyrics describe Berry's childhood in the city of Bat Yam, south of Tel Aviv (i.e. the "Big City" mentioned in the song). Sakharof grew up in the neighborhood of Ramat Yosef, named after Yosef Shprintzak, the first Speaker of the Israeli Parliament ("Knesset"); the neighborhood was also known for the high number of children named "Yossi". The reference to "Shlomo's white guitar" is to Shlomo Mizrachi, a well known Israeli guitarist in the 1960's; "Ahuva" refers to the Israeli singer Ahuva Ozeri. The reference to the "song contest" is of the 1968 competition in which Tom Jones won. "Fanny Hill" is a reference to a childhood pornographic publication which passed through many hands. "A downpour of go-go's, an Arab hole and a Jewish hole" refers to a game of go-go's in which a person has to throw a go-go into a hole and to try to pull out a pair from within it (in an "Arab hole" a player has one go-go, in a "Jewish hole" he has several). Hear the song! |
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That town there, they named after the Speaker of the Knesset [Israeli Parliament] Romanians, Moroccans, Poles mixed together on the [sand] dunes A lot of pickles, a lot of bread with "khalva" At the sparse first national song contest So much sand, how "Yossi" [a play on the Hebrew word "Yofi" for "nice"] It was good, it was "Yossi" At the daily show Tarzan beats Machista And Shlomi has a guitar colored in white And Ahuva gave all she had, all that she had What she had And mom and dad feared that I'd turn out a criminal Fanny Hill from hand to hand to hand to hand A downpour of go-go's, an Arab hole, a Jewish hole And far, far to the north, the real thing In the big city on Fridays and Saturdays, looking for something to do So much sand, how "Yossi" [a play on the Hebrew word "Yofi" for "nice"] It was good, it was "Yossi" back to menu |
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Song Title: Haifa Across the Sea ("Haifa Mul HaYam") Musician: Micha Shitreet (pronounced "Shetreet") Video: Year Released: 2005 Credits: lyrics by Salman Matzlakha; music by Micha Shitreet and Berry Sakharof Website: Comments: A song about the Arab poet Emil Habibi; Berry Sakharof on guitars. Hear the song! |
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In Haifa, across the sea, smells of salt Arise from the ground And sun which hangs on a tree Which unravels the wind Within a row of trees is immersed a stone They planted men, women and silence Tenants in a building Whose name is Homeland Jews whose voice I didn't hear Arabs whose intentions I didn't know And more such songs which I didn't know To recognize In that moment which became silenced There in Haifa across the sea Everyone was there for him A poet, exiled in the wind, searches for the past In a question blessed with questions Fishes up words from within the sea And again casts towards the waves Which will return, Like the Messiah, To the world A poet returns to a song which he didn't write In the night of captivity, and has not yet returned To the place which he drew as a child in the cloud There in Haifa across the sea At the end of summer which has broken On the head of the tree blooms the moon I return to the silence which I injured with my lips I return to The old words In a page Lumps of earth let to live And a salty path grasp tightly forever the Fishing rod of the fisherman Little words grew silent to rest And a song was silenced there in Haifa, across the sea And a song was silenced there in Haifa, across the sea back to menu |
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Song Title: Momentum ("Tnufa") Musician: Boaz Banai Video: original music video; Boaz always wanted to play football but his parents disapproved Year Released: 2007 Credits: lyrics and music by Boaz Banai Website: Boaz Banai on Myspace and on Facebook Comments: Hear the song! |
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I feel that this is the time Now or forever What's the point of waiting? Something is stopping the momentum Perhaps it's just a phase That you just need to get through? I have to get out to the street Fresh air is good for me To feel the movement I'm in a thousand pieces Still eating sweets At night in bed It always happens when I'm too busy in something else The body slowly falls apart And the head works too quickly My head works quickly I feel that this is the time Now or forever I need something to give me a spiritual elevation Who is stopping the momentum Perhaps it's just a phase From here it can only get better It always happens when I'm too busy in something else The body slowly shrinks And the head works too quickly My head works quickly [said to a female]: Only you know what's good for me If only I could speak Instead of shouting or dispersing Words with no explanation What would I then say Instead of shouting like a retard Na na na na... What would I then say If only I could speak Instead of shouting or dispersing Na na na na... back to menu |
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Song Title: Dog Competition ("Takharut Klavim") Musician: Eviatar Banai Video: original music video pulled from Channel Musika 24; there are probably several personalities and band members (his cousin, Ehud Banai's band) I'm supposed to recognize in the video but can only identify Eviatar's sister, the actress Orna Banai, leaving the restaurant/sitting in the taxi Year Released: 2005 Credits: lyrics by Eviatar Banai and Amir Lev / music by Eviatar Banai and Amir Tzoref Website: www.eviatarbanai.co.il Comments: Hear the song! |
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A dog competition Running in a circle Eyes that are hungry Speech with hints In lovely shoes I run barefoot Deep dreams I arrive first I drive in a taxi, don't remember the address So much time in the darkness The despair, the flesh, the egotism Big enemies which I cultivated To light the sun with laughter and tears and music I'm already coming, I'm already there The banister is wet The stairs are high Quiet whispers on the neck I hear trumpets at night in bed I direct the traffic Without knowing to where I drive in a taxi, don't remember the address So much time in the darkness The despair, the flesh, the egotism Big enemies which I cultivated To light the sun with laughter and tears and music I'm already coming, I'm already there I drive in a taxi, don't remember the address So much time in the darkness The despair, the flesh, the egotism Big enemies which I cultivated To light the sun with laughter and tears and music I'm already coming, I'm already there I'm already coming, I'm already there To light the sun with laughter and tears and music I'm already coming, I'm already there back to menu |
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Song Title: 'Sigapo' ("Sigapo") Musician: Beit Ha'Bubot (The Doll House / House of Dolls) Video: original music video Year Released: 2004 Credits: lyrics and music by Amir Atias Website: www.beit-habubot.com Comments: According to mima.co.il, the song is named after a friend (Sigalit) of the band's lead singer and whose nickname was 'Siga'; when she returned to Israel from abroad her friends would say that 'Siga is here' (in Hebrew "Siga po"), and that's how the song got its name. Hear the song! |
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And the moon was full all night long And it leaves me up Write on all four walls in a moment And it's not enough for her A wave of hallucinations in nature Loses reality in for a moment How in the end she always returns to herself And it's not enough for her Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light raises an old memory Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light rises and shows the way Sigapo it's hot and it hurts Not everything you know It's the same light that always accompanied you And it's not enough for her Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light raises an old memory Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light rises and shows the way She returned from there in order to complete her circle for herself To the spring came a young goat, a young goat came With the logic of a legend she feels like a young girl In a great field of understanding, which is pure Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light raises an old memory Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light rises and shows the way Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break Another light raises an old memory Suddenly when it seems that the dawn won't ever break... Another light rises |