Liat and Yogev - Eleanor Rigby

One of the most jarring experiences of this war is listening on the radio to a song, whether it be classical or 'In the Summertime', and then being interrupted by the radio broadcaster announcing twice that there is a siren in Ashdod/Rishon LeTzion/Rehovot/etc... On some songs it would happen multiple times. Coming across this song in the middle of my overly dramatic facebook news feed felt like the exact opposite. A healthy contra to everything going on right now. Again there's a ceasefire and again there are sirens in the South. Last Saturday at the end of the 12 hour ceasefire the news reporter announced that the citizens were prepared for a heavy night-"to make up for the rockets that weren't launched throughout the day of quiet" and he was right (reports from Saturday and Sunday).
Liat and Yogev are very talented musicians (with wonderful chemistry!) who can play practically any music genre but they really shine when playing country with the band "The Riders". Each one of their videos is enjoyable but my favorite has to be this one with the talented accordionist Uzi Rozenblat:



Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?