Noa Kirel & Ilan Peled - Trilili Tralala

Happy Pride! The truth is, I was going to post Anna Zak's flawless Forever Gever but then this crazy hit came along and this is truly the gay anthem that we need right now. Hopefully next year we can all celebrate together. ♥

Special thanks to youtube user K.S. Edits for the excellent translation!

What's your name?

Noa

Noah, interesting. That's kinda a boy's name.

Whoever drinks water

Has a lot of secrets

And that girl saying cheers

Breaks the glasses

Don't say "hop" before you jump

How she jumps

What do you mean "jumps"? Listen

At five to seven

I put the girls to bed

I put on some color

With the neighbors at the bar

The entire city is swarming

Something's going on here

Something's going on here

Here comes the awad 

This weekend I'm dancing like I want to

And Saturday night will be phenomenal

So come with me you'll have an insane evening

Insane

Noah, I'm exploding in 10 9 8 3 1

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Here it goes up for her

Tralala

Here it goes up for her

It doesn't "go up" for me and it doesn't shoes either, be quiet

I want an animated, exhausted, and crazy weekend

Fireworks, flowers, men in heels

To glimmer, to jump, to break through, the opposite of laying around

The proof is in the pudding

What?

Let's drink pink, don't think shrink, no mink kink, it's stink wink, just ching ching and bling bling

That's mine!

Fine, Galileo Galilee...

This weekend I'm dancing like I want to

And Saturday night will be phenomenal

So come with me you'll have an insane evening

Insane

Noah, what is this are you making me an O F R A?

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Here it goes up for her

Tralala

Here it goes up for her

I don't know, I'm not enjoying myself

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Here it goes up for her

Here it goes up for her

It doesn't work on me

Raise your hands up for her, raise them up

You should know, a day that doesn't matter shouldn't be counted

 Raise your hands up for her, raise them up

And free cheese can only be found in a mousetrap

Raise your hands up for her, raise them up

Until everyone raises up their hands

Tonight they will sing

Noah, less "being full of yourself" and more

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Here it goes up for her

Tralala

Here it goes up for her

It went up for her!

What happiness

La la la la la la la

Trilili Tralala

La la la la la la la

Here it goes up for her

Tralala

Here it goes up for her

And Noah, don't run when they start shooting at you because you'll die tired

Yair Rubin - Every day

Masks are gone, and it's weird. I've gotten so used to wearing my mask and then carrying it around on my wrist outdoors. Social distancing is completely gone so it took me a bit of time to adjust to being in packed buses and crowded lines without any protection on my face. After more than a year of working full-time from home, we've gone back to the office full-time, with occasional exceptions here and there, and the adjustment wasn't easy. I found that what I really missed, besides the 5-minute commute and freedom to wear whatever I wanted (most of the time) was the interactions I had with the local shop owners. I was used to only seeing them on rushed Fridays but while working from home I had more time for conversations with them and got to know them better. I also noticed during the lockdowns how much they craved communication with customers. I will always be grateful to the coffee store owner who patiently showed me exactly how to use my Moka pot and gave suggestions on which coffee to use. It feels like we've rushed into post-Covid without really processing this past year and this video is a sharp reminder of the losses that affected so many of us. Yair Rubin's new album Open Door is out now and well worth a listen. Check it out here.

He is leaning on a cane

She is leaning on him

Stopping at the bench

For sixty years

Never alone

Every day a little

Hugging her with his good hand

Her eyes

Are reflected in his which are reflected in hers

Mirror against a mirror

He knows that every day is a negotiation

Every day a little

Every day a little

A cloud draws her in the sky

Morning becomes noon

Children play on the street nearby

This day

Everything is especially normal

He leans on a cane with his good hand

He stops at the bench at the regular time

Children play on the street nearby

This day

Everything is especially normal

Yoni Deutsch - Sony

♥

As much as I try

To write a good text

It always gets messed up

It always gets messed up

It always gets messed up

As much as I try

To cook well

Half will always be thrown away

Half will always be thrown away

Half will always be thrown away

How much I try

How much I try

Every time I try

To come out good I will always lie

I will always lie

I will always lie

As much as I'm disappointed about a tie

I'll always cheat

I'll always cheat

I'll always cheat

As much as I try I'm only good with the Sony remote

Every time I look for meaning here

I'm always disappointed

I'm always disappointed

I'm always disappointed

Except once when I saw what's good here

And it will always be remembered

It will always be remembered

It will always be remembered

As much as I try I'm only good with the Sony remote

As much as I try I'm only good with the Sony remote

I'll turn on a button and it'll turn me on

yonideutsch.bandcamp.com

Or Edry, Jango - The first days of summer

I never thought I'd be happy to have Naftali Bennett as Prime Minister but at the moment it seems to be the best and only option. The pact at the center of the new government between right-wing Bennet and centrist Yair Lapid may seem unlikely but these two have History. Bennett and Lapid first joined forces in 2013 when the pact they made forced Netanyahu to form a government with them and without the ultra-Orthodox parties. Watching their courtship this time felt like watching a strange rom-com, complete with the 'will they/won't they' tension and the conflict at three quarters which the heroes must overcome in order to be together. In this case, it was the escalation in Gaza that temporarily brought Bennett back into Netanyahu's arms and made any type of coalition with the Islamic Party Ra'am seem unlikely. But the war is behind us (as always we did our best to forget about it as quickly as possible) and though the delicate deal could still unravel, there's a genuine sense of hope and optimism. I couldn't help but feel emotional seeing the picture of Mansour Abbas, the head of Ra'am, sign the coalition agreement with Bennett and Lapid. This would have been unthinkable just a few months ago and even if the government won't hold up, there has been a monumental change. The irony is that Netanyahu himself legitimized the partnership with the Arab party but Abbas decided to go with more trustworthy partners. It's true that Bennett is more ideologically right-wing than Netanyahu, but there's hope that the left-wing parties will balance things out and a government under Netanyahu would have meant a government with the dangerous extreme-extreme-right Jewish Power party. In any case, it's about time that teenagers about to enter adulthood get to experience a different kind of government, one that will serve the interests of the country and not just one man.

I chose this song because it conveys a sense of optimism and a fresh beginning but there is still an underlying feeling of mystery and darkness. The song was first performed by Josie Katz in 1977 and this cover is part of the excellent tribute album 'Taken out of context' with covers to songs written by the legendary Yankele Rotblit.

And the days are the first days of summer

The first days

In the orchards sabra and the olive tree

A silent breeze

Walked past on a dirt road

Days of harvest, days of songs and melodies

Days of harvest, days of songs and melodies

Walked past on a dirt road

The first days of summer

A fair maiden with gold string threads

Velvet fabric

A crystal ball in the hands of a magician

Appears transparent

Walked past on a dirt road...

And who was that young man

You will want to ask

He had walked in the clothes of the king

Prince of darkness

Walked past on a dirt road...