Saturday, March 19, 2011

Gilad Segev and Madboojah Project-Hannah'leh was confused

It's Purim! Although it's a bit hard to celebrate with all the bad news in the world and over here not to mention waking up to hear the terrible news about 49 (!!) mortar bombs fired from Gaza into the Negev which adds further tension to what seems like a pre-war, we can still try. And what better way than this hit that even wallflowers like me will rush to the dancefloor to dance to. If it sounds a bit old-fashioned that's because it's a cover (making it all the more perfect for Purim) to a 1974 song by "The sounds of the grapevine" which is Mizrahi music in it's truest sense and just as good as this update. The song is part of the "2 sides to a coin" project in which rock and Mizrahi musicians "switch sides". I think it's a wonderful idea that helps, even if slightly, to fizzle the tension between the two groups. Of course, it doesn't always work but in this case there's no doubt that it does. Gilad Segev pleasantly surprises because I'm used to much mellower (and mainstream) songs from him and you can't go wrong with the amazing Madboojah Project. Hoping that Haman won't bother us anytime soon.

We came here together from Afula
On the Friday train
I have a salted fish in my plate
And a hairdo on my head
And on me a Sabbath dress
With a leather wallet in my hand
Oh Mother, how nice it is
Yehuda promised her
That he'll keep her faith
Like before the wedding

Honeymoon before the wedding
Tar after the honey
The groom wants to be a father
A son from Hannah'leh he demanded
Hannah'leh told him feh
It's completely unfair
I don't care
If you want a boy or girl
Go have one alone
Because the individual has freedom

Friday Tartzat Parashat Vayomer
A circumcision was in town
A feast was given like the king's hand
And congratulations to the man
Hannah'leh was confused
No way a circumcision
And she was still a virgin
But the husband didn't remember
How he came to have a boy
And it was late to celebrate

They brought the son to the Rabbi
And told him Rabbi take
She says it's not mine
And he says it is yours
So the Rabbi was interested
They both denied the son
And this is'nt possible
We'll wait until he grows up
And then from his mouth we'll ask him
Where did you come from you disgrace

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