Kama Vardi-Summers in my Hometown

What a lovely song by the very talented Kama Vardi. So thoughtful and vulnerable. I love this stripped-down version but I'm curious to hear how it would sound in an album and what songs would follow and precede it. If you are too, feel free to head over to headstart and help out.

I am standing by your gate
My one true love
I'd like to know your heaven but I'd rather steal your hell
Am I too late, my one true love?
See-I've been sending ravens since I really can not tell

Now my garden's growing drier than the winters in your hometown
You call it love, but we both know what we know
You're reaching higher and my wings can only fly down
See-I do love you
But I can't come where you're going

Now I'm standing 'neath your window
My one true love
And I won't stop serenading 'till these shadows are all broken
And each and every raven will turn into a dove
No, I wouldn't close my eyes
Till the dawn and you are woke and I can see

My god I think it's drier at the bottom of the ocean
I know your thunder, but that rain sure's a surprise
No, I don't fear your love
But I won't take that potion
It feels like heaven but it sure isn't my life

And I think I know the way
My one true love
But I wouldn't go out roaming till these lovers are outspoken
To seek a treasure that I could never have
I pray and pray I wouldn't but we both know that I sure can
Till I see

My heart is growing lighter than the summers in my hometown
You call it love but we both know that we know
You're reaching higher but my wings can only fly down
See-I do love you but I can't come where you're going

Hadmaot-A Hunting Song

A few weeks ago I was browsing through music on Soundcloud when this lively piece by Hadmaot (the tears) came up. I was hooked and listened to "Gold Album" in its entirety. I can't say this about many albums but this album really changed the atmosphere of the room, mainly thanks to Afik Peleg's warm voice and warmer lyrics, not to mention the perfect combination of instruments such as the mandolin, accordion, contrabass, and drums. I want to go to a place where these guys perform all the time and later just hang out with them, discussing life over a glass (or two) of whisky.

A song that will hunt the attention and the stomach
A song meant for staring one more second in your eyes
A song that will touch you, will slide like a caressing drop,
The stomach
And the taste of blood in your lips

And perhaps
Another long minute is creeping in
A captured minute, with generous curves
Get undressed deep in my eyes

A song for temptation, the pulse is pounding in the chest and stomach
And the song is whispering between your legs
A trapped song, connected from the heart to the stomach
A dangerous song, connected from the stomach to the heart

And perhaps
Another long minute is creeping in
A seized minute. with generous curves
Get undressed deep in my eyes

And perhaps
Another long minute is creeping in
A seized minute. with generous curves
Get yourself a place in my life

TIGRIS -Tigris

I can't believe that we're actually going to early elections, and all because of ego. Oh well, at least there's a [slim] chance for positive change-who knows what will come out of this chaos. This colorful video was filmed last July and really captures a typical summer day in Tel Aviv. You get the feeling of wandering through the city not really knowing what you'll encounter, with this wonderful band on your headphones drowning out everything else.

The Joni Mitchell Project-Woodstock

This is such a beautiful interpretation of Joni Mitchell's "Woodstock", sung by Noa Briro and Tamar Capsouto with Lior Secker and Ori Beanstock on guitars. There's something quite magical in the air.

I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
I'm going to join in a rock n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it's just the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
I don't know who I am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Photomat-Big Eyes

So lush. I love everything about this song/video/band.

You close the door behind you
Lock twice
So they won't hear the shouts
I'm already drunk and not from wine
Only from your eyes
Big eyes

"Just plain brown" you say
"Everyone has them
They have exactly like them
 I wish I were special,
Do you think I'm special?"
She takes another sip

You show your teeth
Before I run away
You bite lips
And not yours

You say my name
Letter by letter
I already gave you half
But you
You have big eyes

And your voice sceams
My blood is boiling
At a dim pace
I ran my head on your forehead
To check if something is beating in you
And I felt nothing

Just the smell beneath the nails remains
And teeth marks
This will leave scars
I woke up with a hangover and not from wine
Only from your eyes
Big eyes

You show your teeth...

Marsh Dondurma-The End of the Day Shower

No matter how blah the day was, you can always count on the comforting end of the day shower to serve as a necessary pause and reset in the midst of everything going on. I remember when Marsh Dondurma was a street band in Jerusalem so excited about each new gig-now they're celebrating 10 years together as well as the release of their second album at the Barby-which on the 20th will probably be the grooviest and happiest place to be!

All the troubles are suddenly washed away
In the end of the day shower
After hours in the cold or heat
In the end of the day shower

You're allowed to sing
And everything echoes from wall to wall
There's time to breathe
In the end of the day shower

The whole world stops in its place
In the end of the day shower
Private rain which inspires peace
In the end of the day shower

You're allowed to sing
And everything echoes from wall to wall
There's time to breathe
In the end of the day shower

Shelly and Rotem- Eternal Loop Of Lies

I've been hearing the name Shelly and Rotem for quite some time now so I was very happy to discover a brand new single of theirs today. In an interview for Walla they say of it: "the song was written from the perspective of a person suffering from a chronic illness, when he is looking back at his childhood, a period in which he shed from himself responsibility and ignored the disease, living a lie whose implications he understood only when he matured. With or without a disease, we all have a tendency to tell ourselves lies that protect us from reality. 'Nothing will happen. I'm not afraid'. The song is about these little lies and the disillusionment of them".


If twelve shots a day show your courage
Then I've had none
No I don't want to hear definitions
To describe my condition
I'm fine
And I know one day I'll be blind
You've been telling me since I was nine
But in my own eternal loop of lies
Nothing bad happens
Nothing bad happens

And I am not afraid
So naive was I to say
I am not afraid
And I'll never rush again

Not caring and not noticing, nothing is going to change
What have I got to lose anyway
And I know one day I'll be blind
You've been telling me and I didn't mind
Cause in my own eternal loop of lies
Nothing bad happens
Nothing bad happens

And I am not afraid
So naive was I to say
I am not afraid