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Morning Song
03:59
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i didn't think we'd meet again
i said what i had to say
i was never much of a fixer
i'm better at walking away -
a short goodbye, and your brother's eyes
and that bus ride in the rain
it just wasn't our time, that's all
it's not as if i belonged
i find it hard to stay in one place
and the heartbreak's much better at dawn
i'll sell you warmth, and i'll hold you close
but in the morning i'm usually gone
it's hard to go forward
when you're busy looking back
though we've been pretty big on ambition
it's always been commitment that we've lacked
and your tearful eyes, and your sleepy sighs
are just more things not to pack
outside the street is stirring
they're cleaning last night's sin
mine too were washed by sunrise
them and my crumbling skin
the sky was set aflame by our childish game
and you cried playing violin
we lie awake with an empty slate
but in the end we just give in
i didn't think we'd meet again
i said what i had to say
i was never much of a fixer
i'm better at walking away -
a short goodbye, and your brother's eyes
and that bus ride in the rain
forgive us sweet daughters
the sins of our fathers
and bless my brothers
pray
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2. |
Jared's Blues
04:29
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a train going east whispers a dusty song
hot gusts of air 'bout how I've been done wrong
and my eyelids are sandy, and bring me to tears
while an old broken steel-string tells of my childhood years
the airplane forgotten, a nameless dream
a nomad's shelter is all that I've seen
and her face is now blurry, lost in this time
but not as distorted and misplaced as mine
babe you know I miss you all the time
but it's high time I find what's mine
i know I don't say much anymore
so feel free to leave
and leave me the key by the door
in the desert dunes I fell down on my face
while breathless, and sweaty, I peered into space
i went crazy, then came back, and called out your name
wandering for hours till sundown came
i bled on the train looking for my traveler's refrain
while heading on east, in search for my fame
i thought I'd find something to call my own
instead of wandering forever in search for a home
babe you know I miss you all the time
but it's high time I find what's mine
i know I don't say much anymore
so feel free to leave
and leave me the key by the door
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3. |
Swimming Upstream
02:41
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it's a one shot thing here, you know
and my marking is poor these days
the haunted sky in my hometown
has done a good job keeping me away
i'll walk the tightrope with a great big smile
and fly through the burning trapeze
though the safety-net's been cut down long ago
my mind is still fully at ease
all of us are in the gutter
but only some look at the stars
i'd like to think i'm one of them men
but them stars are just too god damn far
perched high above the rooftops
while drunk girls stumble below
all of them dancing, all of them laughing,
a joke only i don't know
i hope that i'll withstand the current
i hope i'll stand swimming upstream
i'll be shouting out high on my terrace
with deep faith in all that i mean
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4. |
Thinking Cap
04:14
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most of what i say is known
most of it's been said
these lowly rants pop up sometimes
for us to make amends
boys don't learn to play much
when the bombs are out flying
and it's hard to pick on who to blame
when everyone's in hiding
don't tell about fear
i've been marched down those lines
have eaten their words
and blew smoke in their eyes
don't tell me 'bout what's possible
don't talk to me of consequence
just pull off your thinking cap
and cut off your confidence
they say wars should be won
by those who want it more
that conflict is interest
that reason breeds war
it's about moving forward
it's just about getting ahead
and the buildings of our future
rise from corpses of the dead
i pack my bags and leave to go
when things get too close
i guard my confidence with piety
but sleep at my post
it's hard to keep your grip
when you've given up your hope
but after so many shipwrecks
someone's bound to keep afloat
it's time now to react
the whole wide world is watching
so clean out your chimney
and roll up your stockings
smile hard when you stand
smile harder when you fall
and be careful where you sit
because this country's too small
so release me - till you see me again
and then tell me of how long it's been
that you missed me - you knew all along
and i'll tell you 'bout long ago
when i wrote you in a song
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5. |
Jungle Man
02:39
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mom and dad
i'm the jungle man
it's been too long
in no-man's land
i've stayed here forever
without touching ground
i've been gone for a lifetime
without making a sound
daybreak's here
and i can't sleep
it's been going on
for at least a week
i thought that i'd write you
i'm doing fine
i just pour out my heart
to pass the time
stones rain down
flood the town
holy shrines
my serpentine
this life ain't for living
no how or why
we just do what we do
and we get on by
mom and dad
here in no-man's land
serve cake and wine
but i'm still jungle man
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6. |
Butterfly
04:19
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you know the time's changing when in far-away countries
there are less local people than ones from back home
where nationless people walk around smiling
and you're busy arguing over the price of the phone
we are children of empires disillusioned by stories
of marching towards futures that look like a lie
discontented hearts lit the arson that chased us
from changing our names to the things that we buy
i'm alive
we do the best we can
or at least we try
i wake in the morning and then i sing until evening
my voice usually wavers, my fingers are sore
the purest of purest, the joyest of joyful
while my drab butterfly plans the next world war
come pilgrims of progress, your theories are cracking
fulfillments was a shot that you took in the dark
and all that we're needing is the air that we're breathing
you see, life it ain't chaning, we're just changing our hearts.
i'm alive
we do the best we can
or at least we try
hush little butterfly, children do slumber
in bubblegum temples and mountains of altars
we're kingdoms, we're dreaming, believing we're free
hush little butterfly, forget what yuo see
we don't believe that gravity holds us down
dreaming kingdoms, merchants of glorious
disillusioned butterfly, our cities touch skies but we still can't see the heavens clear we still can't see God.
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7. |
Your Last Letter
02:42
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is this really what you want to hear?
i've been half a man with you not near
a drunken captain who forget how to steer
though now i doubt that i ever did
where you that surprised with what you saw?
an unsatisfied embrace in the unlit hall
a senile cowboy running from the law
slowly losing all his sheep
and despite my insidious intentions
and the torment never confessed
i'd like to think that one day i would be man enough
to wish you all my best
did you find your way home safe tonight?
guided by that dim and misty light
his waiting arms and eyes full of delight
after taming the mysterious nymph
what am i supposed to show?
with you shooting arrows with your bow
i don't think you'll ever really know
just how much i fell apart
and despite my insidious intentions
and the torment never confessed
i'd like to think that one day i would be man enough
to wish you all my best
what did you mean in your last letter?
promising me an endless shelter
i'd like to think i'm so much better
so much better off alone
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8. |
Ol' Wooden Bench
03:03
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another year
some minutes to spare
same old clothes
but i've grown out my hair
i smoke too much
and get bored to fast
most days pass
but nothing much lasts
on the old wooden bench where i sit
there's not much to say once it comes down to it
i'll spare you my insolent stare
i'm a one night man - and this was your share
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9. |
Pretty Hard to Tell
04:49
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i think i have joy in me
but i can't say that I'm sure
not sure of much today
apart from bring in this world
i'd love to reach out and touch
and firmly grasp your hand
but my grounded indecision
makes it pretty hard to tell
everybody's free and smiling
jumping on the ground
i fumble, lose my stand
staring long hard down
i think there's happiness in me
or i'd like to think it's true
i'd like to think my night's of crying
weren't because of her
i'd like to think i stand so firm
balanced above the earth
that years of childhood promise
aren't masked by dirt
everybody's free and smiling
jumping on the ground
i fumble, lose my stand
staring long hard down
i never seem to do it how i mean to do
or say it how i mean to say
i guess that makes me who i am
or at least it gets me through my day
i think i have joy in me
but i can't say that I'm sure
not sure if i sing about me
or 'bout him singing 'bout her
i'd like to think it turned out well
then think it came from force
well, truth's a moment anyway
with mine as much as most
everybody's free and smiling
jumping on the ground
i fumble, lose my stand
staring long hard down
i never seem to do it how i mean to do
or say it how i mean to say
i guess that makes me who i am
or at least it gets me through my day
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10. |
Brand New Coat of Armour
04:39
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i had so much to tell
i just didn't write it down
i went to the park to take pictures
of josh, and the bench, and the swan
and i was drunk on cheap boxed wine
with my suit on
there was snow outside
so i brought her old red hat
and a brand new coat of armour
in case she tried to take it back
i danced with stars in the courtyard
to the oboe
gotta say the words right
gotta say them right the first time round
lizzie's face turns bright
at the craziest of things
she likes to purr at night
while she's rubbing against my skin
the things i miss when i'm not looking
like her green shirt
gotta say the words right
gotta say them right the first time round
whenever i'm feeling trapped
there's always the back door
and the fare's taken care of,
so we can go on pretending that we're not alone
it's better sleeping with my clothes on
and a let-down
gotta say the words right
gotta say them right the first time round
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