Saturday, June 29, 2024

Adam - Don't forget


So sad to hear of pop star Adam's death at 64, after a long battle with lung cancer. He left behind this statement: "If you are reading these words, it means that I am in a world that is all good, that's how they say, I can't recommend it yet. I want to thank you for the wonderful and unbelievable journey in this life. I did a lot, I went for it, and I went to the limit in everything, in love, in friendships, in creation. I have a few unfinished dreams left but not a lot. Thank you for the love, thank you for every person I met, or influenced in one way or another, thank you for the life. If I wasn't able to help from below in returning the hostages, I will try to act from above. Be good, love you."

He performed this lovely song in 1989 for the Festigal, a Hannukah show for children, back when it was a song contest and unsurprisingly it won first place. We won't forget you Adam ♥


People make mistakes in the darkness, pouring rain
They are silent, they are lonely
They forgot the miracle of happiness that was promised
When they were still children.

Don't forget, don't forget to feel and to see
Don't stop dreaming, hoping
Don't forget, don't forget to pity and to cry
Don't forget to love and to live.

I too was a child a long time ago
When I was better
And I forget the light blue in front of the cloud
But you, don't give up.

Don't forget, don't forget to feel and to see
Don't stop dreaming, hoping
Don't forget, don't forget to pity and to cry
Don't forget to love and to live.

When you grow up you'll still be a child in your own way
And you'll live among people
You will see such wonders here in your home
And across the whole world.

Don't forget, don't forget to feel and to see
Don't stop dreaming, hoping
Don't forget, don't forget to pity and to cry
Don't forget to love and to live.

Don't forget, don't forget to feel and to see
Don't stop dreaming, hoping
Don't forget, don't forget to pity and to cry
Don't forget to love and to live.

Saturday, June 22, 2024

Tamir Grinberg - Bring You Home


When Tamir Grinberg released this touching song way back in January he wrote
When I wrote this song, I didn't think I would release it. I didn't there would still be hostages. I wrote it while the first hostage release deal was taking place, thinking this way or another, they would all come back. Now, I'm releasing this song to sound this message - bring them home, bring you home. 
Now.
It's our duty and responsibility."

It's been 6 months since then and a few days ago he released this beautiful live version, the words still relevant today. When I listen to the song I think of the families of the hostages and today I am thinking of Ayelet Levy whose daughter Naama Levy is 20 years old today. A 20th birthday is always a special occasion, marking the beginning of a transformative decade. For most Israelis, it's also one of the last birthdays while still serving in the army, before life really begins. Naama still has so much ahead of her, as her mother said in a speech she gave in March: "One terrible video unrelated to the Naama we knew before October 7 turned Naama into everyone's daughter. Every previous video of Naama before that morning was full of joy, laughter, and optimism. Dancing with her friends, laughing with her brothers and sister, talking about peace as part of a peace-seeking delegation, and playing with refugee children in the kindergarten where she volunteered. Naama is a quiet, determined sportswoman, full of compassion and emotion. An optimistic girl who dreamed of making the world a better place. A girl who believes in the good in people, which I still believe in too.... Naama should be on this stage instead of me, presenting her vision for an equal and just world. For her sake, for Naama, do not stop demanding what is right. Do not stop saying her name."

Nightmares, afraid of sleeping
Voices, I hear them all
Please know that I've been thinking about you all along
Your face, on every poster
Street-walls, around the world
I hope they,
I hope they see you
But there you don't belong

All I'm fighting for is to bring you home
Bring you home
And all I'm asking for is to bring you home
Bring you home

Standing in the town square
People, they come and go
They're saying "We're here together"
But they don't really know
Angels, hear me calling
I've got no place to go
And I hope that you are safe
I know that you are strong

All I'm fighting for is to bring you home
Bring you home
And all I'm asking for is to bring you home
Bring you home

Home, bring you home, bring you home
Home, bring you home, bring you home

All I'm fighting for is to bring you home
Bring you home, bring you home

Saturday, June 15, 2024

Ran Danker - Babel


Ran Danker's bold new single speaks for itself but here are parts from an interview he gave earlier this week which provide a bit more context:

"This song was written a year ago, during the legal revolution. There was an internal urge of mine amidst all the anger and frustration to add to it and say 'What a fear, we're in a free fall and we don't see that we're losing our language with each other'. And then October 7 came and made it more tangible".

Listening to his song, I'm reminded of how I felt when I went to bed on October 6th, not fearing a security incident, but fearing how the Simchat Torah celebrations the next day would play out in Tel Aviv, after the clashes on Yom Kippur due to forced gender segregation in Dizengoff Square. I looked at the news before going to bed and there was a notification that the police had called up extra forces to be on guard in Tel Aviv, should things get out of hand...

"I think it's kind of a warning sign for all of us," Danker says of the song in the interview. "It's a place to say that we need to find a new language, that we're tired of the language of divisiveness and everything that leads us to not seeing each other because of people's cynical interests. We the people must find our new language because we have lost it. In this song, I talk about not wanting to leave this place. I want to make an effort and find another, creative way to another language".

The truth is, at this point in time I'm apprehensive of any calls for 'unity', especially when said in response to protests and criticism. There can't be real unity if we don't respect each other and our differences. It still feels like each group is fighting for their language to not get silenced, I'm not sure we're ready to create a new language, but we might not have a choice. 

I have to admit that while visually beautiful, the sight of people falling from the steps made me uncomfortable, but I guess that's the point. As Danker says, "I think the point is to look reality in the eyes and say 'the fall is already happening, we're already in it' and it could happen a second, third, fourth time, to infinity' I want to believe that it does make people think, to question, to wonder - why are we fighting for this place? In the name of what do we hate each other so much? The difference within us is enormous and that is the beauty. Even if we learn to live with each other here amid Israeli complexity, we need to understand that we are required to take action".


Even if here is where the path splits
Even if the tower we built is falling
Even if everything we planted is withering
Babel

We had a language
And unified things
There were words
For the simple things
After two thousand years
The value changed
If we stop we could ask
What was the intention

What was the intention when we said "Justice, Justice"
Why when we said "created in His image"
How else can we understand
You shall love
And you shall love fellow man
That is the whole Torah

Even if here is where the path splits
Even if the tower we built is falling
Even if everything we planted is withering
Babel
So what will be tomorrow
It depends on who you ask
If you ask me
It's not the time yet to pack up
Where do you look when the horizon blurs?
Babel

It's sad that the path has split
Everything we built is falling
If everything we grew is withering
Then what is the truth
Who do I ask
I keep getting confused
Do you want to leave or to stay
Where will I go
I don't have anywhere else
Say, don't you remember
You've already been an immigrant
The words are the same words
But what am I saying

What are you saying

What am I saying

Even if here is where the path splits
Even if the tower we built is falling
Even if everything we planted is withering
Babel
So what will be tomorrow
It depends on who you ask
If you ask me
It's not the time yet to pack up
Where do you look when the horizon blurs?
Babel

Babel

Even if here is where the path splits
Even if the tower we built is falling
Even if everything we planted is withering
Babel
It depends on who you ask
If you ask me
It's not the time yet to pack up
Where do you look when the horizon blurs?
Babel

Even if here is where the path splits
Even if the tower we built is falling
Even if everything we planted is withering
Babel

Thank you to forwards24 for the very helpful translation!


Saturday, June 8, 2024

Zehu Ze and Leah Shabbat - Will always wait for you


Overwhelmed with joy to hear of the stunning rescue of four hostages abducted from the Nova festival: Noa Argamani, Almog Meir Jan, Andrey Kozlov, and Shlomi Ziv. ♥♥♥♥

With all the happiness and excitement, 120 hostages are still held in Gaza. We can't forget them and we can't turn down a hostage deal that will bring all of them back.


Oh child, time passed
You went to search far away from here
And I'm waiting for you

Oh, my child in this world
A human bird like everyone else
Looking for the horizon

Every plane that flies in the sky
Every star lighting the eyes
Reminds me of you
Wagtails before the rain
Crickets in the evening
Will always wait for you

Oh, child, when it's quiet
I sit on the balcony to play
Tunes of longing

"Oh, child, please try
To arrive here quickly"
This is what I quietly ask

Every plane that flies in the sky
Every star lighting the eyes
Reminds me of you
Wagtails before the rain
Crickets in the evening
Will always wait for you

Lyrics from LyricTranslate

Yehuda Poliker - How is my love called


Yehuda Poliker released this song in 2001 during the Second Intifada and sadly the lyrics, written by Yaakov Gilad, have never felt more relevant with the tense situation in the North and the dire situation in the South. I came across this moving performance from a concert Poliker gave a few weeks ago, here is what he says at the beginning:

"We're going through a difficult time. It's not clear whether the war in Gaza is over or not. But what it means is that the hostages still aren't here and our heroic soldiers are still getting hurt over there. I call from here for the return of all the hostages, and immediately. And let's also hope that all the soldiers will return safely and that the situation will improve and be good. And that the new Middle East will really be new, and it will be fun to live here."

And it's a really beautiful world
And it's a new Middle East
And it's Jaffa Tel Aviv
It's just an uncalm week around us
And it's a very tiny bubble
And it's me and it's you
It's not gold, it's just shiny
And it's a bubble that will burst if you touch it

And this is our life lately
It could be better
A disaster could happen
Good evening despair and good night hope
Who's next in line and who's in the next line

And it's a rifle it's a camera
It's shot like a war
And it sounds like gunshots
And there's nothing like Jaffa at night
It's not the fire it's the match
It's not a pipe it's a painting
And it's you and it's me
It's too bad Sunday isn't Monday

And this is our life lately
It could be better
A disaster could happen
Good evening despair and good night hope
Who's next in line and who's in the next line

If a storm is the wind's song
What is the melody of hope
How is my love called
Your love
Good evening despair and good night hope
Who's next in line and who's in the next line

And it's Autumn and it's sad
And it's the house it's the cage
It's not the first cigarette
It's definitely not the last one
It's the thought machine
That I couldn't turn off
And it's me and it's you
It's the togetherness that was as if it wasn't

And this is our life lately
It could be better
A disaster could happen
Good evening despair and good night hope
Who's next in line and who's in the next line

If a storm is the wind's song
What is the melody of hope
How is my love called
Your love
Good evening despair and good night hope
Who's next in line and who's in the next line