Matti Caspi - She

In loving memory of the great Charles Aznavour.

Original lyrics:

She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or
The price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
Or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and proud
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember
'Till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for
Through the rough and rainy years

Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she

She, she

The White Screen - Death To Techno

Wow.

The children are no longer moving
On the dance floor
What are they afraid of?
They tell me - death to techno

The pills are no longer helping
The nightmares only intensify
This disease is called
Death to techno

Death to techno, death to techno, death to techno

All my muscles are sore
The gums are bleeding
I don't know what to do anymore
De de de death to techno

Death to techno, death to techno, death to techno

https://thewhitescreen.bandcamp.com/

Bell Always - In Blue Sky

♥

Once,
in blue sky
I've met you:
A stranger in blue sky

Once,
in starlight
I've seen you:
A stranger in starlight

You know, you're forever in my head
You know, you're forever in my head

Once,
in the flames
you loved me
Deep down, deep down
you loved me
Deep down

You know, you're forever in my head
You know, you're forever in my head

https://bellalways.bandcamp.com/

Digital_Me - Embers

Digital_Me was 10 years old when the Oslo accords were signed. This weekend's newspapers are filled with in-depth analysis marking 25 years since the signing but I found this song to be more illuminating than anything I've read so far.

If you were also born in 1983, area code 03
So maybe you also have something screwed up in your head
Say, two years before Wu Tang's first release
I'd walk around with a cardboard box wrapped in Zbeng comics
A kid walking around with a gas mask and an atropine syringe
In case a Scud missile with nerve gas will fall in the neighborhood
Because if I'm a rough Tel Avivian bringing up memories on compressed samples
It would be classic to begin with a memory of a little brother in a Bardas gas mask
But from the sealed room I remember no more than a few moments
Which is nothing compared to the list "the ten most influential terror attacks"
On the day of one of the first, I don't remember exactly when
I planned to go with Adam to play at Saturn
Near Dizengoff Square, in the days when in the spinning cake there was fire
I'm not sure if it was 94 or 96
It could be that I was already used to the sound of the ambulance siren
In the news breaks Tel Aviv is filled with ZAKA
I wasn't shocked it simply seemed ordinary to me
What's the big difference between an exploding bus and a missile?
As if in Tel Aviv people are dancing on embers, it's part of the experience
If you'll dance fast enough you might not get burnt

A few months after I started seventh grade
They changed the name of the high school and now it's named after Yitzhak Rabin
Everything felt random-whether I'll do good at school
Or if I'll be able to make it alive to Dizengoff Center
I tried to make sense of things, to crack the system
To come to terms with all the shit I have no control over
And why should I? After all, I'm part of a persecuted nation
In every generation a madman gets up
This is what I learned, from the view of the third generation
Now add to that everything I personally experienced
Say, take the period between 9 days and the age of 20
I knew someone who was murdered in a terrorist attack and a child who died in a car accident
Three committed suicide and the list goes on
Not dealing with it is a type of escape
After all it's affected who I am, how I understand life
I can deliver it to you in a metaphor if that will help you understand

I hang the laundry and grab it with clips
Perceptions of morality, politics, Jews, Arabs
Thoughts on religion, national and personal identity
33 years of conclusions, my closet is full of shit
Stereotypes mix with experience, stories make spots in my memory
Dreams, experiences...you understand the idea
I dry, fold, put in the closet and forget
A pick a bit of everything in the morning before I take a shower

Sometimes I'll put in an effort, sometimes I feel that there's no reason to bother
I don't care about being fashionable, I care about being comfortable
Being positive, keeping the beat without getting burnt
Trying to find the fun in it, I dance barefoot on embers.

Mayonesa - The Race

Amazing.

https://mayonesa.bandcamp.com

Gingiot - Yonatan

Gingiot are finally back after 24 years with just the right whiff of nostalgia.

I saw soldiers
Carrying dreams like a hunchback
During a sculptured stretcher journey
And a child who dreams of being
And I saw women dreaming
About a class of photographers
Moving after them like a wave
An execution wall and your name is scratched in
And an arrow

All that's left of you
Is a painful memory
Everything that you left from you
Let it go and fade

And I saw an erupting volcano
There you stood wearing a black slip, a coat, and a flag
You searched with flashing eyes
And you found me stamped
In a broken piece of a mirror
Which accidentally fell from the heart

When I woke up you were an acrobat
Hanging over my head
Spitting peels into my eyes
A waltz dancing for the dead who are sailing in the river
Half a man half a howling dog
On a submarine sinking vertically
And written on it are our names
And an arrow in a heart

Jenny Penkin - Born Last Night

Jenny Penkin: This EP is about a process: a search for love, a search for self-acceptance. It's about overcoming your fears and all the lessons you learn as a young artist living in the city... I want people to identify, feel the story. I wish they'd listen to it while they drive, while they dance, while they're trippin, while they're sad, while they're happy...

What a relief, I can't believe that it took so long
I like new things, even them things I used to think were wrong
Now I can see, I was just scared of being alone

I understand, It's all in my hands,
I could easily make a safe land;
Fall on a sand, Be where I choose to be
Make a new plan, Zero demands, be who I choose to be

(Maybe I was trippin')

I was born last night, felt the speed of light,
I was free alright, I was feeling' tight,
What a delight.
I was born last night, I was on a flight
To another star, I was seeing bright,
Feeling like a kite.
(Floating in space)
Never felt so deep inside
Feeling' tight, doin' alright, what a delight,
What a delight.
Never felt so deep inside,
Felt the speed of light,
I'm on a flight to another star,
I was born last night

I'm going deep, cause I wanna keep myself from fallin' in,
Locking my knees, I'm bigger than this, I'll pull up my chin.
Straighten my back, No one could tell, but I was losing it

Went down the stairs, Felt so aware, Maybe I had too much
I didn't care, was gonna stare 'Till I came in touch
with everything, everything, Everything...

(Maybe I was trippin')