She enters the hallway
Alone in her silver
Yellow shining dress
Her threshold conceals
Out here the dogs
Are ready for feeding
The game of the night
Is about to begin

Stall as you may
You’re destined to enter
Her corridor of wonders
Her tunnel of love
And there in the darkness
The water runs easy
Caveman drawings
Of horses and doves

[chorus]
'cause time she’s a fast running old woman
Chase her you’d be breathless 
Stop her you’ll die
But all of her wonders 
Are here for the taking
The minutes, the hour 
The breadth of her thigh

You’re tall as a pine tree
Soft as an straw 
Feathered as a moose
About to be sheared
Keen as the meadows
Orange in color 
Sad as a baby
Happy as a bee

Chalk mark they’d lead you
So follow them gently
Spare the illusion 
Your critical eyes
Lost in a mirror
Reflections are fading
Bodies to enter
Forthwith to unite

[chorus ...]

[bridge]
Life ain’t for ever
The young ones are saying
Life’s but a dream
The sleepless returns
And I’m but an old man
With thoughts high as mountains
And lowly desires
Keeping me thin

The Chesapeake river
Now flows to the ocean
Unnamed the fish
Who bed on its stream
Unknown my love
Her name but a token
Given at birth
She’s a-waiting on me

[chorus ...]

Time She's A Woman (+20% speedup)

(well … now) I’m leaving for the summer
‘think I’ll go and find me a place
Where the trees are plenty
Where I can finally relate

(oh) I’ve been waiting for a while
(and) I’ve been plotting out inside
(and) I’ve been wasted all that time

I think I’ll go now to the country
Give my own medicine a taste
Walk along the narrow coast
‘till I finally erase

Everything I’ve ever known
From the flesh down to the bone
Until I’ll be one with the stones

And when I go to the country
I’ll find myself some honest priest
Or some random stranger in a store
(and) Get it all off my chest and speak

(on) How I took you from behind
How I drove myself (to be) blind
How I turned to be unkind

Now you heard my story
Do you think its fine
That I will go out hungry
And forget you (all) for a while?

Maybe find a girl that I once knew
Kiss her on the cheek and we’re be through
Hey baby, what’s it to you?

Do you think its wrong? What would you do?
Here’s to friendship… love, love me do
You got a lot to cover before we’re through

(guess) I’ll go out walking for a while
And try to work it off somehow.

Leaving For The Summer

Lyrics & Music: Dror Kessler
Guitar & Vocals: Dror Kessler

Angles Of The Dark

And if I were a sailor
I’d sail the highest seas and come for you
On a ship of feathers
I’d chart the ocean till I’ll rescue you

And If I’ll have a doubt
I’ll call the angels of the dark
And if I’ll scream and shout
I’ll pull you closer to my heart

And if I were a horseman
I’d saddle up and ride into your arms
Through fields of grief and sorrow
I’d lift you from your pit of boiling tar

And if I’ll have a doubt ...

And If I were a fighter
I’d put my hood and take my sword at hand
For to bring you heaven
I know I’ll have to risk and face your man

And if I’ll have a doubt ...

And if I were your savior
On a ship, a horse, a hooded cloth
Would you leave your castle?
Your fortress, for my windy shores?

And if you’ll have a doubt
Just call the angles of the dark
And If you’ll scream and shout
Just pull me closer to your heart

And if we’ll have a doubt
We’ll call the angles of the dark ...

Angles Of The Dark - Dror Kessler

את ואני - מרסדס בנד
By: Mercedes Band‎
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: Nitzan Adir

You & Me - Noam & Adir

Folk memories that transpired in this tidbit I came up with last night ,,, tune third string down to E

Old North Tune - Instrumental - Dror Kessler

Jam in Modal C, Instrumental

Quietly you go astray 
Sneaking through the alleyways
Nevermind the price
You’ve always paid

Surely you would find a way
To overcome the dealer's hand
Fold them pairs
No need here to pretend

Always right, never wrong
You’re the man, now sing us a song
Quietly just walk away
From her

She’s been gentle, she’s been kind
Notebook says that she’s a find
Quietly just walk away
From love

Walk Away

I used to wake and run with the moon 
I lived like a rake and a young man 
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds 
My laughter the devil would frighten 
The sun she would come and beat me back down 
But every cruel day had it's nightfall 
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars 
Full of fire and forgetful 


My body was sharp the dark air clean 
And outrage my joyful companion 
Whisperin' women how sweet did they seem 
Kneelin' for me to command them 
And time was like water but I was the sea 
I'd have never noticed it passin' 
Except for the turnin' of night into day 
And the turnin' of day into cursin' 


You look at me now, and don't think I don't know 
What all your eyes are a sayin' 
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies 
They're just tricks that his brains been a playin'? 
A lover of women he can't hardly stand 
He trembles he's bent and he's broken 
I've fallen it's true but I say unto you 
Hold your tongues until after I've spoken 


I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I'd known 
I laughed and thought I'd be forgiven 
But my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and 
Said my friend, we're holdin' a wedding 
I buried my face but it spoke once again 
The night to the day we're a bindin' 
And now the dark air is like fire on my skin 
And even the moonlight is blinding

Rake - Townes Van Zandt Cover

Five-hundred miles from the Mexican border
The days getting shorter, the nights getting colder
Hard by the highway he leans on her shoulder 
A little bit tired and a little bit older
The days keep on running down through the seasons
Running like prairie fire, wild with no reason
The Devil's to pay for the moments he's seizing
Still nothing is lost that's left to believe in

He's got little to lose and his only companions
Are the liquor that he loves, the rambling and the gambling
The coyote answers from back in the canyon
Hungry for more than plain understanding
Sometimes it gets hard, sometimes it's amusing
When kindness repaid is just an illusion
When blind men know best what to make of confusion
And dead men know nothing at all

Still he dreams of a lady who'll lay down beside him
He prays for the day when the sweet Lord will guide him
To one who might drain all the poison inside him
Let him hang up his boots with his traveling behind him
But it's five-hundred miles from the Mexican border
The days getting shorter, the nights getting colder
As hard by the highway he leans on her shoulder
A little bit tired, a little bit older

(thanx to Guy Enqvist for the lyrics)

Hard By The Highway (Richard Dobson cover)

There I was, undetected
Running like the fire
I was deeply un-alerted
To what was going inside your mind

All them thoughts were wondering
'bout who I was, and who you are
Like a herd of cows goes warnding
Looking for an opening, in the sky

Then I heard the wind calling
And it wasn't calling your name
I saw the river flowing
Didn't take me to where I came (from)

The sun was rising
This time from the west
I was petrifying
To the whole world, and to you, my best

Here are alone in the desert
And I got me about two chords
The third one seems to be missing, or is it present
From my voice, or from it all

Yet I'm still rambling
Like them good old days
I clipping red light showing
Is it a sign that you're not there

Not thinking about tomorrow
Not thinking about you
Not thinking about pain or sorrow
Not thinking about you my friend
Not thinking about the sky
Not thinking about that river
Not thinking about them clouds
Not gone for ever

Just here and now
Just here and now
Just here and now
Just here and now

Not Thinking About Tomorrow (stream of consciousness)

Angel-Land (Jim White cover)

Sit down - put your feet back on the ground
Sit down - put your feet back on the ground
The train has passed
There's not a sound

Sit down - let your thoughts whittle down
Sit down - let your thoughts whittle down
The train has already passed by
Pretty soon you won't even remember why

Why you slid her wrist
Why you tried to kiss
Why you had a gun
Oh, doesn't everyone?

Sit down - plant your feet right back on the ground
Sit down - plant your feet back right on the ground
Pretty soon you won't hear a sound

Not the sound of the night falling
Not the way that you thought you were going
Not the way things turned out
Well .. isn't it what it's all about?

Sit down - plant your feet back on the ground
Sit down - plant your feet back on the ground
Pretty soon you won't hear a sound
Pretty soon there's nobody else around

No one to call your name
No one to tell you you've insane
No one to say: come-on, get that house
No one to say: why ... you messed around
No one to say: why .... you never took that job
No one to say that you could have been hot
Now you're talking man ... no doubt
No one to say that you flirt and flaunt

Sit Down (stream of consciousness)

Take off your clothes and leave the room
There’s nothing waiting for your here but tears and gloom
Its time for your to take a knife and pierce the womb
So take off your clothes and leave the room

Its time for you to put your bare feet to the floor
Its time for you to charge and and walk out to (face) the cold
There’s no one waiting to see your face (‘round here) no more
So take off your clothes and walk right out the door

At first, your feel alone, a little dizzy
But then, you’ll feel at home, ‘cause its easy …

To be strong, to be safe
To be exactly you and no one else
To be free, to never see
Opinionated people, just like me
You’d be the queen, of some wonderland
In a disney fantasy …

But you won’t see me
As I creep from behind
To light up the fire
In your mind

I’m gonna make you kind 
I’m gonna make you (be so, dress so) fine
I’m gonna make you mine ...

… and then you’ll have to take off your clothes and leave my room …

image source: 
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/tv/reviews/the-naked-rambler-tv-review-walk-on-the-wild-side-doesnt-quite-reveal-the-naked-truth-9075575.html

Take Off Your Clothes (and Leave The Room) - Songwriting Session

I run my life as a grocery store
Yesterday’s bread food for the mice
This week’s pay a fare to see my love
Change in my pocket booze for getting ripe

If currency be your time
My checkbook be this song
I’ll make commitments here in verse
Sign my name across your chest
Slip and slide into your vest

You can tear me as you like
Crumpled, stamped upon I will bounce 
Back into the balance of your touch
Cached round midnight I lay flush

Energy is mass, that funny man said
I concur. And as such it fades
All but a single bulge I keep
For drawing when the climbing's steep

Philosophical antithetical, on a whim
Chaucer wrote poems, I scheme

Tomorrow’s credit, todays kill
Bottom’s empty - round the wheel

Grocery Store

[circa 2000, rescue recording]

She's plans and schemes
Running through her mind
She says: life and let life
Never be too kind

and you want her ...

She's got beautiful friends
To take her everywhere
She keeps all of their names
Buried in her head

Still you want her
You think you need her
But ain't that a shame

('cause) She's gonna tear you a part
She'll put a hole in your bleeding heart
She's make you a fool
For being so cruel (/cool)

She's got serious dreams
But you're not in them pal
She's got everything 
Money ever buys

Still you want her
You think you need her
But ain't that a shame

('cause) She's gonna tear you a part
She'll put a hole (/bullet) in your bleeding heart
She's make you a fool
For being so cruel (/cool)


She's Gonna Tear You A Part

Audio from camera recording of the Sderot Folk Club 27/11/14 meeting.

Roi - Indian Song (name?)

היא הייתה לוחמת בדרכיםn
מגדרים, אופנועים ותלתים
עכשיו היא סבתא עם אופר
כלום לא מעניין אותה, אבל אני לא מוותר

אז היא הגיעה אל העמק
לקחתי אותה לראות כל בית וסדק
רצתה כל יום לאכול ארוחה
אמרתי לה, תשלמי בבקשה

כי אני טיפס אפור, עם משקפים
כל היום בצפון איטליה על אופניים
אחתום לי הסכמים עם כל המתווכים
אז יהיה לי שקט נפשי, בעיקר מהישראלים

בבריכה להטב״קים רצויים
כל הטרנסים באים והולכים
האיטלקים, מה הם יודעים
פלא שבסול חסרים להם כאן ילדים

אבל אני, טיפוס אפור עם משקפיים
כל יום בצפון איטליה אני עף על אופניים
אחתום לי הסכמים עם כל המתווכים
אז יהיה לי שקט נפשי, בעיקר מהישראלים

אריאל האחר
מה פהקורה, מי פה שואל
דיאטת קיטו,הרים מושלגים
לבד בעמק, קניתי עצים

אתה מקליט? או לא?

שכחתי את התיק
הזמנתי מרק בספינג׳ - אין פה מונית
הקמח לכפית, הוא נדבק
שבוע שאוגו לעולם לא ישכח

כי הוא, טיפס אפור עם משקפיים
....

אבל גם אני ... טיפוס אפור עם משקפיים
....

טיפוס אפור עם משקפיים

נשארת רק את

I / can't be sure
but I think I heard you / crawl through the door,
You / didn't say a word
And I think you tried to go to bed / but instead you went to floor

You've been out drinking with the other boys again 
Telling them we're only friends
Making out and making noise,

Oh, Stop pretending / that this isn't really ending,
And I will stop resenting you / when you stop resenting me,

I / waited up late
Maybe / a bit too late
until you / finally came in 
Where do I end / and where do you begin,
You've been out partying with the guys I've never met,
Drinking beer and smoking cigarettes,
Killing brain cells and killing me,

Oh, stop pretending that this isn't really ending,
And I will stop resenting you when you stop resenting me,

Stop Resenting (Scott Pilgrim - Launchpad McQuack)

How can you write a perfect song
When everyone around you
Is getting it all so wrong

How can you dream, of what it ought to be
When everything that’s beautiful
Soon be wash to sea

Maybe Now’s the time to leave
Aren’t you coming? 

What gives you the right to call me a fool?
For playing hooky from school
That’s manifesting itself now
As a failing state so cruel

How can you stay, In front of screens that play
Endless cycles on repeat
Assassinations and prayers

But I got family here
The coastline so near
A hairdresser that calls me dear
Gunshots I don’t fear
And the sirens they’re so far a part
And my car, it rarely doesn’t start
And I’m as calm as a Tibetan monk
Don’t you know, I just block it out

But how can you write, anything at al
When everything accepted here
To be both right and wrong

How can you stay, with me another year
Expecting I’ll get better at
Keeping one leg here

You The Right

הנעורים פאסה

5 Songs, 1 Tuning

Ask the man what to think
Then you will know not a thing
Still you keep on asking for more

Ask the man where to turn
He will lead you on and then abend
To palaces you can’t see at all

Knighted, out of phase
Seems so estranged
You hardly question

He will tell you of secret things
Schemes so deviant you can’t dream
Reaching to the bowels of your great beyond

He will lead you to explore
You’re inner thoughts, your warts and all
He will spread your mind until it’s leafy gold

Preaching, to the skies
With nothing left inside
Surprise

Still a voice in your ear
Whispers softly: have no fear
Little birds keep chirping on
While you keep dancing to a song

Well, ask the man how he feels
He’ll straight up tell you: I have no tears
For you and the likes, for anyone at all

Ask him where he’s going, he will 
Tell you It makes not sense at all
To questionIf you can not  blindly follow

Still the bird inside your ear
Plays a different song each year
And your mind is thrashing happily
On what the wind just brings in

Still a voice in your head
Whispers softly:get out of bed
Little birds keep chirping on
While you keep dancing to a song

Ask The Man

As cars draws near
Quickly disappear
Jump into the ditch
Scratch away that itch

They’re calling out your name
Knocking on pane
Sifting through your mail
Neighbor says you bailed 

In the dead of night
He was sleeping tight
Knife by his bedside
(you) Took him by surprise

(now you're) Living on the run
Never seein’ no one
Are we having fun
Living on the run

Silly girl they say
You’ve blown it all away
Should have taken it and stayed
Silly girl they say

Do they know how it feels
To be held against your will
In a cold dark cave
Wishing for your grave

But in an instant one can turn
From a foe into a friend
Who then takes you by the hard
Vowing never to pretend

Now dead of night draws near
In the distance cars you hear
And the sky so wide and clear
And you want him to be near

Livin' on the run

Via San Martino

Sometimes (in the morning, when I jam)

יאללה, מסיבה - דרור קסלר

ילד קטן מחברון
יסית מחר את ההמון
בינתיים בחדר נח הרימון
מחכה בשלוה ליום אסון

שאבא יפול וימות
שאמא תקפוץ מהגג בגלל שטות
שמישהו יתן לו סיבה
ויאללה, מסיבה

ילדה קטנטנה מחיפה
עובדת בלילות בשכונה
סכין גילוח חדה מוכנה
קשובה ליום פקודה

שאיזה לקוח יבוא ידרוש
את מה שהחברה עשו בה בחוף
שמישהו יתן לה סיבה
ויאללה, מסיבה

ורק אתם, הרוב השפוי
שוקדים כל ערב על תוכנית הפינוי (פיצוי)
איך לגרש אותם סוף סוף
איך ללמד אותנו מי אדם ומי קוף
איך להעיף הכל, לנקות את השכונה
ויאללה, מסיבה


יאללה מסיבה

Ask The Man (NotebookML pod)

יום אחד - דרור קסלר

יום אחד כל הזכרונות
יעלמו כמו ילד מתימן
יום אחד כל האהבות
ימצאו את מקומן

עד אז מוטב לחפור בחול …

יום אחד כל המלחמות
יעלמו להן מן העולם
יום אחד כל האתונות
יבואו בלבן

עד אז מוטב לחפור בחול
לקבור ׳תראש, כלל לא לשאול

כי אנחנו כאן רק ליום אחד
ומחשבה חופשית זה זבוב, סוג של מטרד
ועננים של גשם, זה צמר גפן, מטרינידד
וחברים יש רק ברשת, ועם ישראל חי

יום אחד כל העלבונות
ישיבו פניך ריקם
יום אחד כל המשמרות
יעמדו דום מול פיד של בלוגר חכם

יום אחד

שבע יחידות, שישה מקצועות
מאה כל מבחן, שתי חיות
רשג״ד בתנועה, חוגים בהסעה
טסט ואלכוהול במסיבות

צה״ל יחכה
עם סייבר בגלילות
הבן שלי בטנק? 
נו, די עם השטויות

הצצתי לו גם שם
למטה, קצת לראות
איזה פרס יביא הוא
לבנות
---
הילד הזה שלנו
מצטיין כמעט תמיד
ואם לא, אז נשלם
התאמות פה נעמיד

מורה שלא תקפיד
עם טיל אז נפחיד
מפקד סורר
עם אבותיו נפקיד
---
כולם פה ילדים, שלנו ההורים
מדינה שלמה בגיוסים
שוטים ורבנים, צהוב ביציעים
כולנו ילדים של החיים

עם קצת אדרנלין
סיפור חיים משמים
פרסים וטקסים
שקרים בלבנים

כן, רק הם יודעים
איך לובשים שחורים
בערב כשהם יוצאים
מן המדים
---
ורק הערבים לא מצטיינים
בכלום חוץ מהסתה ופיגועים

לכתוב ולקרוא כלל הם לא יודעים 
חוץ מעברית וערבית בשני ניבים
ואת זאת של אלה מלונדון, האנגלים
ואולי גם את זאת שאלה מניס, הצרפתים

וגם עובדים בבתי חולים
את רצפה שם מנקים
מנהלים ת׳מחלקות ומנתחים
שמעתי שיש מהם אפילו מהנדסים

שבדרכי נועם מתראיינים
שרים הם על כבוד בין העמים
בסולמות עם טונים חצאים 
את פריד אל-אטרש הם לנו מנכסים
---
אהה … 
אתה בטח מתכוון לנצרת, לא לכפרים
אתה סתם מבלבל ומדבר לעניינים
הם כלל לא ערבים, הם בטח הנוצריים
שכחת אינקוויזקציה? ספרדים?

בכל מקרה ודין
הם לא כמו הילדים
שלנו, היהודים
כולם הרי אומרים

עדיף סיפור ביד
ומשניים ועוד שונים
לך עכשיו לישון
ותיקח ת׳כדורים
----
הילד הזה שלנו
מצטיין כמעט תמיד
ואם לא, אז נשלם
התאמות פה נעמיד

מורה שלא תקפיד
עם טיל מיד נכחיד
מפקד סורר
עם אבותיו נפקיד
---
ואם לא תעמוד ביום דין, בעתיד
ועל כל מה שצריך תשבע ותגיד
שהיה חיל איכותי, חבר וידיד
בחפ״ק, בלילה, כשהיה לי ממש מפחיד
תמיד עליו סמכתי, תמיד תמיד
---
ואם לא - אותך לבור נפיל
אתה הרי בחור עם סקס אפיל
לא היה לך אז רומן? כזה סוטה, לא רגיל
עם המזוקן ההוא? הסרן? איך קראו לו? שמיל?
אתה בכלל הומו, זה לגיטימי אותך להשפיל?
או שחייבים שדווקא חיילות, אהבת אז להשחיל

טוב, נמצא כבר משהו ברשת, איזה פוסט שמכיל
התייחסות ליום השואה, שכתבת באמצע איזה פורים שפיל
או שנהגת ברכב הצמוד, בשבת, לביל״ו סנטר 
שזה לכשעצמו דבר מפליל, לקנות פיל לבן בסתר

עם חדק ארוך, יה גבר, איזה אבר
הלך עליך, אחי, אכלת אותה, שוק ושבר

סוטה אחד, ככה אותך נפיל
עם חדק של פיל, יה נקרופיל
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כן, כן, עד שיגידו, כולם
הם הילדים שלנו, כולם
אחד אחד מצטיינים, כולם
צרור זמורות עוטף גרזן, כולם

הכי מצטיינים כולם
הכי, הכי, בעולם

מאברהם
ועד הבן של
לא משנה של מי
של כולם

של המדינה
של העם
של האספסוף 
החכם

נשלם הדיכוי ותם, 
עכשיו השחור החדש
זה להיות מטומטם
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הילד הזה שלנו
מצטיין כמעט תמיד
ואם לא, אז נשלם
התאמות פה נעמיד

מורה שלא תקפיד
עם טיל מיד נכחיד
מפקד סורר
עם אבותיו נפקיד

כולם פה מצטיינים - סקיצת כתיבת השיר

Genesis Hall - Fairport Convention

My father he rides with your sheriffs
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or alarm

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your favors
Will laugh in your face when you're old

Oh, oh, helpless and slow ...

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind

When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge of blood

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go

Genesis Hall (Fairport Convention cover)

זֹאת הָאֲמָנוֹת שֶׁלִּי
זֹאת הַמִּינִיּוּת שֶׁלִּי
שָׁמָּה הַמַּהוּת שֶׁלִּי.
וּבַפְּרוֹנְט, הַשִּׁוּוּק

אִם תִּרְצֶה לִפְגֹּשׁ אוֹתִי
בְּחַר מֵהַתַּפְרִיט שֶׁלִּי
אֶת פֶּלַח הָעַכּוּז שֶׁלִּי
שֶׁאֵדַע בְּדִיּוּק

אִם בָּחַרְתָּ אָמָּנוּת שֶׁלִּי
אָז תַּקְשִׁיב לַעֲבוֹדוֹת שֶׁלִּי
אִם בָּחַרְתָּ מִינִיּוּת 
אָז מָלֵא כָּאן שֶׁאֶלּוֹן

מָה אַתְּ יוֹדֵעַ עַל
וּמָה אַתָּה רוֹצֶה בִּכְלָל
בָּאתָ לְאַזֵּן גַּלְגַּל
אוֹ סְתָם לְגַוֵּן

אִם בָּחַרְתָּ בַּמַּהוּת שֶׁלִּי
זֶה עוֹד לֹא מְמֻמָּשׁ אֶצְלִי
אִם בָּחַרְתָּ בְּשִׁוּוּק
אָז תּוֹצִיא אֶת הָאַרְנָק

כָּל מָה שֶׁתִּרְצֶה אֶפְשָׁר
אֲפִלּוּ לַהֲפֹךְ פִּיל לְהַר
רַק דָּבָר אֶחָד תִּבְחַר
לֹא מְעַרְבֵּב

זאת המיניות שלי

רוֹמָנוֹ, קוֹסְטָה

מֵרֶגַע שֶׁעָבַרְתָּ אֶת הַחֵצִי
הַכֹּל תִּרְאֶה הָפוּךְ
הוֹפָעָה שֶׁבָּאתָ לִשְׁמֹעַ
נִגְמְרָה כְּשֶׁנִּכְנַסְתְּ, בְּדִיּוּק

זֶבֶל בָּרְחוֹב
פּוֹטֶנְצְיָאל לְלִקּוּק
כָּל מָה שֶׁחָסֵר
אַתָּה לוֹ זָקוּק

אִם לֹא תִּקְנֶה בִּירָה
אֵיךְ יֵדְעוּ שֶׁאַתָּה כָּאן
אִם לֹא תִּקְנֶה פִּיצָה
עוֹד תֵּצֵא פֹּה סוּג שֶׁל, מֵהַפְכָּן

מְסִבַּת קַנְטֵרִי
רִקּוּדֵי שׁוּרוֹת
בַּבֹּקֶר פֹּה קוֹנִים
תַּחְתּוֹנִים, חֲזִיּוֹת

עַל הַשְּׁתֵּים וְהָאַרְבַּע
רָקַדְתָּ עַד זוֹב
עַכְשָׁו אֶחָד וְשָׁלוֹשׁ
בְּדִלְיִי, רָטֹב

אִם לֹא תִּקְנֶה בִּירָה ...

רומנו קוסטה

My first attempt (almost ever) at improvisation ... let's see if I get better during the course ... see https://www.coursera.org/course/improvisation

Introduction to Improvisation - Assignment - Week #1

It's getting late
Oh, but not too late
To fall in love
To loose it all, to forget
Your sense of self
Your memories, regrets
Are welcomed here ...
Just come-on near

Your very best
Has yet to come, just get undressed
Put on your cat suite
Hit the streets, you know the rest
Will follow on without a plan
You see ... 
The world’s at your command
It understands

(that) When you’re searching for the sun
Every trick you pull is like a gun
When you know the race has run
The only one left standing is your son
... he’s the one

All the joy
Every moment that you had
Has taught the boy
Things he will never learn on TED
To light a fire
Crack some wood
Fix some shelter, cook some food ...
To know he’s good

('cause) When you’re searching for the sun
Every trick you pull is like a gun
When you know the race has run
The only one left standing is your son
... he’s the one

Sober or drunk dead
Sane or crazy in the head
Never be afraid
To sing this song 
To tell his praise ...
To be amazed

('cause) When you’re searching for the sun ...

Its Getting Late

[correct me of words are wrong ... couldn't find ..]

Let me tell you the tale of the daughter of the woods
With golden hair like Honey
And a voice as sweet as songs
I’d travel every mile just to see that girl smile
I’d always know it was for me …

But on one dumbest day the devil turned its sights
Tempted his flower in the pleasures of the life
The girl with golden hair took a chance outside the line
In my heart where she belongs

Yellow Hair ...

And the old woman's waiting for the day she’ll come again
I gave all my tears to a messenger to send
The girl with golden hair she won’t be with me again
In my heart where she belongs


Daughter Of The Woods (Vudu Sister cover - Fm#)

Deep down in the underground
Atoms spinning round and round
Scientists monitor readings 
Searching for the Holy Grail 
The particle or at least the tail
Of the one that gives the universe its meaning

But what if there's nothing, no big answer to find
What if we're just passing through time 

No one knows nothing anymore 
Nobody really knows the score 
Nobody knows anything
Let's break it down and start again

What happens when the markets drop
If the numbers really don't add up
Everyone seeks the safe heaven 
And as they contemplate their ruin
The self proclaimed smartest people in the room
Are trying very hard not to sound craven 

But what if there's nothing, no put of gold to find
Only the blind leading the blind 

No one knows nothing anymore 
Nobody really knows the score 
Seems nobody knows anything
Let's break it down and start again

Let's stop pretending we can manage our way out of here
Let's stop defending the indefensible 
Let's stop relying on the lecturing of the experts
Whose spin just make our plight incomprehensible
High up on a mountain top 
Somebody with a skinned crop is thinking deep thoughts for us all
Serenity is all around, bet if you listen you can hear the sound
Of one head being banged against the wall 
What if our ancestors had stayed up in the trees
Would we still be weighed down by these worries

No one knows nothing anymore 
Nobody really knows the score 
Seems nobody knows anything
Let's break it down and start again


No One Knows Nothing Anymore (Billy Bragg cover)

תקוה

Dror Kessler grew up in Israel, lived for while in the mid-west and is now making music out of Sderot, Israel. His writing and delivery style is personal - tackling subjects ranging from world and family situations, personal growth and generally the art of living. 

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