When I first heard this song I felt a huge flashback back to a certain year in junior high (I think maybe 8th grade) when Subliminal and HaTzel (the shadow) were the coolest singers around and their songs were the go-to songs at parties. I even have a distinct memory of dancing to their hit "Finale" at a Purim party. Unfortunately, junior high gives me associations I'd prefer not to remember- I'm not just talking about the awkward years of preteen angst but also the bloody and tense years of the Second Intifada. Looking back, I can safely say that I remember much more vividly school and friend-related memories as opposed to scenes on the news but not completely. As much as I wanted to, it was difficult to escape reality- I remember always having to let my parents know where I was and they're not really the anxious over-protective type, I remember hearing that there was a bomb explosion while I was at an art class and we didn't really know how to act- going back to painting at first seemed a bit disrespectful, I remember planning to go shopping with friends in Tel Aviv but we canceled because of a bomb threat, and the list goes on. I'm sure there's more that my memory just kind of blocked. Junior High seems like such a blurry time to me but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. Anyways, two days ago a grad rocket fell in Beer Sheva- the first time since the war (or operation, not sure what was decided in the end) two years ago. It wasn't the first time I heard the alarm, and it also wasn't the first time I heard the thud of the fall but it was the first time that I heard the explosion so clearly, and the first time I felt in real danger. And it caught me completely off guard. I guess I was just really hoping that I'd have only good memories from the university years which really did start to give the impression that they'll belong to one of my favorite and most enjoyable periods. Wars and rockets kind of fitted in with my army life but I do not want them to mix with these years. I can't stop thinking about yesterday's meeting with a sweet 10-year-old girl I teach. Naturally she was a bit scared of what happened and she started talking about memories from the war. Apparently, she remembers every single detail. When I advised her to try not to think about it and maybe we should go back to her math homework she said "I can't. It's my trauma". I'm not even sure I knew what trauma was when I was her age. Anyways, this is a great song leaning on a great classic by Arik Lavie and I really hope that I won't have too many negative associations with it if I'll hear it again in a few years.
It happens that the way keeps on going
It happens, you have to walk walk
Nothing is certain, not a year not a week
You have to move, to move, and to think that I could
Repeat everything, but man
It happens!
And it happens that history continues, reality bites
The way is lost there is nowhere to go.
Afraid?! Feel the pulse!
At least do you see the hope on the horizon?!
Of course man, all rivers in the end all go to the sea.
Winning is like living in everyone's dreams.
I don't learn from mistakes and ask questions,
Tell me what lies behind locked doors.
"Stop" The world is frozen from coldness but bro we melted in the heat
Blue sky air but still a red rock.
Let our heart beat, album is seeing light,
A dream with arteries, tendons we'll let him form "seen" if we don't stand straight we sit,
There's no respect in the end and there's also no life
A train is speeding and doesn't give up getting off all the tracks.
After years of watering the flower is blooming smell the smell, Iron check-ach, we're sweating, arriving at the finish line.
It happens that the way keeps on going
It happens, you have to walk walk
Nothing is certain, not a year not a week
You have to move, to move, and to think that I could
Repeat everything, but man
It happens!
It'll happen, and maybe at the end of the way
that seems that the way keeps on going...
Nothing is certain, not a year not a week
You have to move, to move, and to think that I could
Repeat everything, but man
It happens!
