Shmemel - The Latke Story

Of course, I completely forgot that today is the first night of Hannukah-I was only reminded when I walked back from university and saw a lit Hannukah menorah by a window and then I saw an ambush at the bakery for sufganiyot (jelly donuts). It's not surprising since it's become a tradition to remember at the last minute and rush to buy candles at the grocery store. Anyway, this is a remake of a classic Hannukah song which I must admit I wasn't really familiar with (or maybe I just don't remember). I love how Shmemel (an amazing band by the way) kept the Jewish vibe of the song- they just made it so much more awesome. It kind of reminded me how on one Purim I saw a group of teens dressed up as Na Nach jews (the Hassidic jews who dance techno in the street to spread the word of God) and then some real Na Nachs came and danced with them and it was just amazing. Because I really don't like where things are going between the seculars and religious and hopefully we can learn to live side by side (even on a bus) and co-exist peacefully. On another note, I personally like Levivot (or Latkes) much more than sufganiyot because they have to be homemade (with love of course) and make you feel much less guilty! Happy holidays :)

Hoy Hannah Zelda, my lovely wife
Hanukkah is coming
And in Hanukah my soul desired
to eat a warm sweet latke.

Hoy Rabbi Kelman, my dear husband
In my kitchen, no flour is left
My dear husband and how can I
make a latke without any flour?

So Rabbi Kelman moved his waist
Put on his hat and his boots
To the market he raced, He bought quickly,
A bag of white flour and returned home.

Here Hannah Zelda, my lovely wife
Here is the flour to make latkes
Because in Hannukah my soul desired
To eat a warm and sweet latke.

Hoy Rabbi Kelman, my dear husband
In my kitchen, no oil is left
My dear husband how is it possible
To eat a latke if I have no oil?

Again Rabbi Kelman moved his hips
Put on his hat and boots
To the market he raced, he bought quickly,
A jug of pure oil and returned home.

Here Hannah Zelda, my lovely wife,
Here you have oil to make latkes
Because in Hannukah my soul desired
To eat a warm and sweet latke.

Hoy Rabbi Kelman my dear husband
In my kitchen, there is no sugar left
My dear husband, how is it possible
To make latkes without sugar?

Tired Rabbi Kelman his soul is sad
Puts on his boots and thinking about latkes
To the market he returns even hungrier
He buys sugar and rushes back home.

Here Hannah Zelda my lovely partner
Here is sugar to make latkes
Because in Hannukah my soul desired
To eat a warm and sweet latke.

Hoy Rabbi Kelman my dear husband
Maybe we'll delay the latkes to tomorrow
My dear husband, how is it possible,
To make latkes when there's no energy left?

Then Rabbi Kelman took off his boots
Put on an apron and rolled up his sleeves
And kneaded the dough pouring and pouring
the last laughter is only the one who laughs.

Hoy Hannah Zelda morning is already coming
Open your eyes here is a latke
Because our souls desired
To eat a warm and sweet latke.

http://www.shmemel.com

http://shmemel.bandcamp.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLnLiYgs2Ic&feature=related

http://observers.france24.com/content/20100204-na-nach-jews-religion-tradition-techno-music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gK0b_4bBW0I