Walkie Talkie - Jellybean

So cute!

I wanna take you out
But it's just too hard to reach you
So I think I'll just stay home tonight
Let's try one more time
I know your phone keeps ringing
I just can't get you out of my mind

And I know that you feel that this love isn't real
But just let me reveal how much big of a deal
Is to me to be with you, please just let it be,
I want you so bad, can't you see?

You're my Jellybean
You're my Jellyqueen
You're my Jellybean

I wanna take you out
Maybe we can have some ice cream
Put all of our problems aside
Let's try one more time
I know your phone keeps ringing
I just can't get you out of my mind

And I know that you feel that this love isn't real
But just let me reveal how much big of a deal
Is to me to be with you, please just let it be,
I want you so bad, can't you see?

You're my Jellybean
You're my Jellyqueen
You're my Jellybean

https://fanlink.to/JellybeanWalkieTalkie

Ishai Adar feat. Elite - The Hyenas

♥

https://confusedmachines.bandcamp.com/album/12

Meital Trabelsi - Oh Captain

I think about posting this song every year near Rabin's memorial day but something always stops me. It always feels too dramatic and not relevant enough. The song captures the mood in Israel in 1996 but when I hear it today I can only think of the shrinking left camp, not the entire nation. Yet it's the first song that came to my mind when I heard about the horrific shooting in Pittsburgh last Saturday afternoon and it's stayed with me all week. This poem was originally written by Walt Whitman following the assassination of Abraham Lincoln and Naomi Shemer translated it and wrote music for it in 1996. The lines "the prize we sought is won" and "the victor ship comes in with object won" were understandably not part of the Hebrew version because these lines allude to the preservation of the Union after the end of the Civil War. Lincoln was assassinated after the Civil War had ended but Rabin was assassinated at a peace rally and the peace process he fought for was never completed.

I also thought about this song this week because the shooting in Pittsburgh confirmed my shaky feeling that there is no captain to steer the ship through stormy waters, not in Israel and not in the U.S. The rhetoric of hatred and incitement flowing freely on social media channels which fueled the shooter's vile actions is all too familiar to Israeli citizens who recall the incitement against Rabin before his murder. An incitement which was recently denied by today's right-wing government. We're heading into an election year (the latest date for the general elections is November 2019, but they might happen earlier) and the organizers of tonight's memorial rally for Rabin said that the rally "will focus on warning against an atmosphere of division and incitement ahead of the upcoming elections". The stormy waters cannot be avoided but we can choose how to steer the ship.

Walt Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!":

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                          But O heart! heart! heart!
                             O the bleeding drops of red,
                                Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                    Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                        Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                                It is some dream that on the deck,
                                   You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                   Fallen cold and dead.

Aperco - Loving You

Nostalgia overload, yet so, so good. Just what I needed to hear today.

Voice is running in my head
You never tried to understand
Thoughts of crying in the rain
I wish that I could feel the pain

You can say I told you so
I guess I've heard it all before
Don't you leave me all alone
I can't make it on my own
So all I have to do you
Loving you

Who is right and who is wrong
We keep on fighting all along
Yes it happens every day
I know I'll have to find a way

https://aperco1.bandcamp.com/

Oded - Morning Grace

♥

Got to be someone else
Someone else
Got to be your morning man
In a vase - underneath your bed

Give me the power to be your friend
For I'm lost in my own head

Oh, I love you so bad

Got to be someone else
Someone else
Got to be your flowers man
In a vase - underneath your bed

Give me the power to be your friend
For I'm lost in my own head

Oh, I love you so bad

https://odedmusic.bandcamp.com/

anna RF - One Day

From their FB: anna RF is an Electro - Ethnic - Reggae group.
The phrase anna RF is an Arabic-Hebrew expression which has a double meaning-"I know" and "I don't know", that is the concept behind the band.
anna RF was formed in a tiny desert village called "Shaharut".
The band creates music that combines the beauty of different cultures and brings people together in a joyful celebration of unity. The group's sound is a mix between east & west, blending ancient and modern instruments with a live-electronic touch. The message of the songs is one of happiness and freedom.
anna RF is also about visual art and collaborations. They are traveling across the globe creating music and videos with local artists in authentic settings using a portable studio.

Band members:
Roy Smila - A background of eastern music, plays a variety of instruments such as: Kamancha (Persian violin), Lafta, & Saz-bush (Turkish instruments).
Ofir J. Rock - A background of rock music & music production, plays the guitar, didgeridoo, flutes & vocals.
Or Raveh (Dubtazer) - Electronic music producer, plays bass guitar and live electronics.

I chose this song because it's one of my favorite videos from the latest batch of IndieCity clips but after hearing it again I realized how fitting it is with this week's big news of Lucy Aharish and Tsahi Halevi's surprise wedding after secretly dating for 4 years. It's clear why they kept their relationship a secret, and why all the journalists who knew about it respected their decision. I'm especially infuriated with all the comments from people worried about their future children. Hopefully one day things will be different.

I don't remember where but I go on
I left it all behind, I left alone
It was too much for me, can't call it home
I choose to change the rules, I choose to roam
I wanna fix the mess but I go on
Far from everything I left alone
I didn't want this life, can't call it home
I had to run away, I choose to roam

Papa was a roller he left us all alone
In a stroller mama carry crying all day long
He go gamble, stumble, drinking and smoke
Baby tremble and weep but growing up strong
One day gonna come
One day gonna fly
One day I believe
That I soar above the sky

Matti Caspi - She

In loving memory of the great Charles Aznavour.

Original lyrics:

She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or
The price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
Or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and proud
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember
'Till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for
Through the rough and rainy years

Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she

She, she