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)

מסכן - אורי זיו
Lyrics & Music: Ori Ziv
Guitar & Vocals: Ori Ziv

Miserable Me - Ori Ziv

Lyrics & Music: Eddie Vedder
Guitar & Vocals: Tamar Capsouto


Society - Tamar Capsouto

Lyrics & Music: - Prince
Guitar & Vocals: Tamar Capsouto
Sax: Noam Margolin


Nothing Compares To You - Tamar Capsouto

By: Passenger
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: Nitzan Adir

Let Her Go - Margolin & Adir

By: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: Nitzan Adir

Scar Tissue - Margolin & Adir

By: Bob Dylan
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: Nitzan Adir

Knocking On Heaven's Door - Margolin & Adir

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

You & Me - Noam & Adir

By: Led Zeppelin
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: Nitzan Adir

Stairway to Heaven - Margolin & Adir

Lyrics & Music: Dror Kessler
Guitar & Vocals: Dror Kessler
Guitar: ?
Sax: ?


Pretend - Dror Kessler

By: Dire Straits 
Sax: Noam Margolin
Guitar: ?

Sultans Of Swing - Margolin & ?

Pantam #1 - ? & Margolin

Pantam #2 - ? & Margolin

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

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure I never saw before.

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before


Alternative last line:
But a condom on a tin whistle sure I never saw before


Alternative last verse:

Now when I came home on Sunday night,
a little after three.
I saw a man running out the door
with his pants about his knee.
So I called to my wife and I said to her:
would you kindly tell to me,
who was that man running out the door
with his pants about his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before.



or

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing within a thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing within a thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely rolling-pin that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a rolling pin with balls upon sure I never saw before

or

As i came home on a sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I found a lump beneath the sheets where my own lump should be
so i call me wife and i said to her: will you kindly tell to me,
whose lump is that beneath the sheets where my own lump should be.
aah ya drunk ya drunk ya silly old fool still you cannot see.
that's a big ol hammer that me mother sent to me.
well its many a day ive travelled a hundred miles or more
but a hammer with a condom on ive never seen before


or

a condom on a hammer sure i never saw before

or

Now when I came home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man run out the door as naked as could be.
So I called to my wife and I said to her, Would you kindly tell to me,
Who was that man come out the door with those great big hair knees?

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you can not see.
That's just the tax collector, who was sent to service me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a tax collector satisfied I never saw before.

Guisborough Folk Club / The Shea Family / Seven Drunken Nights

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

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)

שקט משדרים מאולפני שדרות
איפור לכתב, שיניים לבנות
עלה (עץ) התאנה עכשיו בעונה
מהר, מהר, ׳תביא לי חצובה
יש כאן אשה קשת-יום ממש מקסימה

ואחר כך, בדרך חזרה, בכביש שש
נעצור לקפה, נרים טלפון לאישה, נתרגש
איך היינו, שם בחזית, בארץ האמת
שידרנו כתבה על מישהו שפגש פעם חייל שמת
שידרנו, הזלנו דמעה, ועכשיו הלב שקט
ושתהיה פה דממה

ובלילה, במיטה, את הילדים נחבק
ואותם כמלכי הארץ (בכספינו) נחנך

וכשייגדלו, לצבא העם ילכו, לחוג הסיירות
שם יקבלו בגאון את אותות המלחמות החדשות
ויגידו גם הם ביום אחד, לנכדים ולצבא המפיקים
אנו היינו אז הלוחמים, במצלמות ואפ-לינקים, 
ועכשיו, שתהיה פה דממה

כן, אנחנו, האמיצים, הצודקים, הטובים
גיבורי הדור, מצילי האומה
על תושבי הדרום הגנו בגופינו באותה שנה
לא זוכרים כבר ממי או ממה

כן, אותם התושבים בדיוק, הגרים שם בשמחה
הנה, תפתח ת׳ערוץ, (תשכיב ת׳כורסא,) יש כתבה!
ושתהיה פה דממה



אולפני שדרות - סקיצת כתיבה

מי אתה אדוני?
כמה זמן אתה כבר פה?
עירוני? קיבוצי?
משפחתי? בן של מי?
סטודנט? פעיל חברתי?
מי אתה אדוני?
שדרותי אמיתי? 
או תייר סדרתי

באת לכאן, אל השממה
לפרק לעצמך את הנשמה
לחסוך קצת עלויות
לעגוב על הבנות המקומיות
להיות מסוגל לומר
"אני בשדרות, שם הכל אוכל
כי אין שם כלום
ואני … אני עצום!"

מי אתה אדוני …

כבר ראיתי כמוך מיליון
חושבים שכל אחד כאן אדם קדמון
שאם רק יבואו פה, עם טיפה של דמיון
יציתו את האש, ירפאו כל שברון
ואז יכתבו בעיתון: "הוא עזב הכל
בא אל הדרום, (אל ארץ השכול)
ושם גילה שהוא בעצם יכול
לעבוד על עצמו, לקום ולפול

מי אתה אדוני ...

נסיך מקומי, אני
כאן גדלתי, אני
כאן ביתי, אני
בן של, אני
אם תרצה, גם פעיל חברתי
מזרחי, עירוני
איש אשכולות אמיתי
כן, אני
נסיך מקומי

וכך סובב לו הגלגל
נכנס נסיך במקום מלך שנפל
שושלות שלמות מתקיימות לעד
בבועה - מקום רק לאחד
כי אם יבואו בה שנים או יותר
תתפוצץ, ודבר ממנה לא יוותר
אז מוטב להגן על גבולותיה היטב
וכל חדש לשמור פן חלילה יתקרב

מי אתה אדוני ...

מי אתה אדוני

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

שלוש שעות של הלחנת ביעף (ממבט ראשון) - סוג של שכינה שירדה - יחומו של כל מוזיקאי באשר הוא. -לקבל מילים יפות, מנגינות, ושלווה שלא נותנת לקום מהכיסא מההתחלה ועד הסוף - אותו גרון התחיל וגמר.- אותן אצבעות - אותם מיתרים. רק הזמן עבר

חילזון השדה

סקרן

קנה הגומא - הפפירוס

היכן ישנים בעלי החיים

Daddy worked the highway
Up and down the coast
Then one night it just happened
Sometimes a man gets lost
They found his car, all crumpled up
In a ditch, ’round the bend
There was no sign of a body
No letter left for a friend

Someone said they saw him working in a bar
Somewhere out of sight, someplace real far
Breathing heavy, under a new name
I guess it got too heavy
Carrying the blame

We pitched a tent, said our goodbyes
Folk came from out of town
Mom, she cried for a whole straight hour
Then got up and said it’s time
To live it up, to be free
Just like he’d wanna be
Dad’s soul in heaven rests
Got to go to work, be my best

Someone said they saw him …

Two teenagers, caught in a jam
Mom’s pregnant, Dad’s to blame
Shotgun wedding, in the yard
Baby’s crying, times got hard
Still the spirit kept the light
In their hearts, though miles apart
Love was just a place to park
Now they’re running, damn the cart

Someone said they saw him …

Now my baby’s crying
Man, I don’t know why
Grandpa’s been dying
For a whole damn while

Once I thought I saw him working in a bar
Somewhere out of sight, someplace real far
Breathing heavy, under a new name
I guess it got too heavy
Carrying the blame

Carrying The Blame

Carrying The Blame: Deep Dive

Carrying The Blame: Slow Take

Analysis of the "צורות בזמן" (Forms In Time) book by Dror Kessler.

Forms In Time: Deep Dive

A deep dive into the concepts presented by a set of 8 micro stories written by Dror Kessler (see middle section of the Intifada Solitaire book).

On Identity: Deep Dive

Congratulaitions

חזרה לקראת יום הזכרון, מענית 2012

אל תפחד - אהוד בנאי במקור

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

[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#)

With the money from her accident 
She bought herself a mobile home 
So at least she could get some enjoyment 
Out of being alone 
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf 
It's you and me against the world kid she mumbled to herself 

Chorus: 
When the world falls apart some things stay in place 
Levi stubbs' tears run down his face 

She ran away from home with her mother's best coat 
She was married before she was even entitled to vote 
And her husband was one of those blokes 
The sort that only laughs at his own jokes 
The sort that war takes away 
And when there wasn't a war he left her anyway 

Norman whitfield and barratt strong 
Are here to make everything right that's wrong 
Holland and holland and lamont dozier too 
Are here to make it all okay with you 

One dark night he came home from the sea 
And put a hole in her body where no hole should be 
It hurt her more to see him walking out the door 
And though they stitched her back together they left her heart in pieces on the 
Floor 

When the world falls apart some things stay in place 
She takes off the four tops tape and puts it back in it's case 
When the world falls apart some things stay in place 
Levi stubbs' tears...


Levi Stubbs' Tears (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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