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A  song acknowledging one of the first massacre's in the formation of Isreal and the beginning of the destruction of Palestine as an entity. I get frustrated when people switch off from the whole situation justifying that in their heads because of what happened on October 7th. That was obviously terrible but it's the 77 years that need to be addressed to fix it and Israeli culture seems to have a very ingrained poison of denial to themselves what is happening and that in turn gives them a clean conscious very unusually as they ethnically cleanse the Palestinian population. This has been the case right since the forced creation of their state in 1948 it seems and October 7th is the latest big reason to continue that pressure of removing non Jewish people from the area. We all need to be candles for this or nothing is going to change. Only when we are all saying it can this giant bubble within Isreali society and in turn what the extreme powers that be do with that ignorance be burst...  Isreal is the only society that can change this but the will for them to do that may have to be forced upon them by people power because it involves actually changing their psycology and how they see other humans. They project this charade of being a moral compass when the complete opposite is true in the real world...

The example at the heart of this song is Tantura. One of the worst massacres which the Palestinians suffered however despite clear evidence it's complete denial from inside Isreal and all paper trails are very obviously covered up. The Palestinians call these moments Al Nakba (The Catastrophe)... Within Isreali society they do not even acknowledge there was a Nakba at all and it appears to be tabboo to even talk about it. Again the ingrained denial of their own past and the real truth of what happened when they forced the formation of the state. So with this context it's not ok to switch off becuase you hear terrorist/hamas/oct 7th.... The Palestinians have been terrorised by Isreal since day 0... However the Isreali's don't like to talk about those facts....

Massacre for Zion

IF YOU COME AND SEE ME, JUST READ ME THE NEWS

You wanna hear a story
You want your bubble wrap
You only want the world
If it gets dropped in your lap
There are no more secrets out there
Even in the shadows
Tell me, what’s the use

If you come and see me
Just read me the news

Tails you win
Heads we lose

Throw the dullest words
From the tallest building
We can watch them shatter
Upon the pavement
Call it in the air

Scattered syllables
Easy entertainment

Heads we lose
Tails you win

Pattern recognition of
Mental somersaults
Staying up until the dawn
Just flipping coins
Tell, me what’s the use

Stay up and sell me lies
Easy entertainment

Tails you win
Heads you lose
Heads you lose
Heads you lose

Follow/Find

Easy Entertainment

The strings hum soft in the glowing air
A rhythm pulses like a heartbeat rare
The keys cascade like a gentle stream
An endless melody
A wordless dream

The song with no words

Mud Nostalgia II

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Mendelssohn Op. 53. N0 1 (performer Ad van Nederpelt)

Hot Lips and Honest Dreams

💙♥
Lucky You Babe

[Verse 1]
You said I light up a room
just before it burns down
that I move like a song
that leaves you torn and spellbound

I laugh like someone
who’s never lost a thing—
but babe each smile
pulls a string

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got a kiss like luck
and a trail of ash behind
you think you found a treasure
but I’m the warning kind

[Chorus]
So lucky you babe
to catch the eye of a storm
you danced with the cursed
and thought you could stay warm

Lucky you babe
betting hearts like dice
but I’ve never held onto
a good thing twice

[Verse 2]
I wear charm like perfume
to cover the past
I touch like summer
but I leave like a frost

People fall in love
with the idea of me
’til they realize
I don’t come free

[Pre-Chorus]
My hands are gentle
but they’ve let go too soon
my promises are poems
read best under a darkened moon

[Chorus]
So lucky you babe
to trace the lines of a myth
I kiss like I’m holy
but I’m more ghost than gift

Lucky you babe
just another star-crossed fool
but I told you from the start—
I don’t play by the rules

[Bridge – spoken]
If love was a venture
you played with loaded dice
thinking I was the prize
not the price

[Final Chorus]
Lucky you babe
to say you had me once
but luck don’t last
when it burns that bright
for too long

Lucky you—
but it’s still just
bad luck
that others call love

Lucky You Babe

When I was little I wished upon stars every night 
Now my hopes out of sight 
I miss when I still had the fight in me 
Watch myself drown in wallows of the world 
It’s nothing profound 
Just a girl falling to the ground 

Colors collide I’ve lost my mind 


Touched by fire 
Alive by light 
I am powerful if I try 
Seeing myself more clear than before 


I feel far
Blurred and out of focus 
Waiting for the day I love myself a little more 
I wanna be somebody who could be adored 
Rekindle the faith that I can be brave 
Save my sound
Be the person I’ve longed for

Colors Collide

"Vesoul" is a 1968 French song by Belgian singer-songwriter Jacques Brel - whom we love :)

Guitar by Gideon
Special thanks to my daughter Teghan for her excellent French :).

We hope you'll enjoy our rendition!


English translation

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left your sister
As always

But I tell you, I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

You no longer loved Paris, we left Paris
You no longer loved Dutronc, we left Dutronc
Now, I confuse your sister and Mont Valérien
From what I know of Hortense, I won't go to Cantal anymore
And too bad for Byzantium, since I saw Pigalle
And Saint-Lazare station, it's expensive, and it hurts
Randomly

But I tell you again (heat up, Marcel, heat up)
I won't go any further
But I warn you (quail, quail, quail)
The journey is over
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, and we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon 
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left her sister
As always 

But I tell you again
I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

Vesoul (Jaques Brel - Giddy and Rob Jam)

It is the stories and our imagination that give life and meaning to this world. And because I love music ... that it questions, that it awakens, that it intrigues, that it disturbs, that it moves... beyond the boundaries of genres ... This project is an expectation, a research in embryo ("one man band"), and the exploration - being for the moment totally free to leave the field - of the possibilities open to changing inspiration and protean nonconformism ... I admit that it is not easy to enter, and I thank all the more those who took the time to stop and listen to some of these stories ...

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