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Here's a song by Israeli pop singer Efrat Gosh in honor of her performance at this year's official national Independence Day ceremonies (which were two day ago).
I almost managed to write that sentence with a straight face.
What I mean is that after hearing her perform Wednesday night, I looked for footage of it on Youtube to see if it could possibly be as horrible as I remembered. Didn't find it, but did stumble across some other songs of hers I recognized from the radio and - to my shock - liked.
Am posting this one mainly because I love the black lines/tentacles. The colored water drops are rather less successful and the singer herself is kind of creepy here, but the lines are well worth a watch.
Every Time You Come (Tamid Kshe'ata Ba)
Efrat Gosh
Every time you come
I know a little more that it's forbidden
But it doesn't help me
Doesn't help
When you come
I guard, hold on until it's all over
I know why you came
And what's forbidden to be said
Every time you come
I'm a little less empty of myself
But I still guard more strength
When you come, I fall because of you
I want to cry
I know why you came and what I'm forbidden to expect
Chorus:
Maybe one day I'll manage to escape
Maybe you'll see me for who I really am
Maybe one day I'll manage to escape
Maybe you'll see me for who I really am
Every time you come
I know a little that it's forbidden
But I don't care anymore
Don't care
When you come
I'm prepared to get up and disappear
I know why you came and what I'm forbidden to imagine
Chorus
Walking to Caesarea (Eli, Eli)
by Chana Senesh
My god, my God,
May these things never end,
The sand and the sea,
The rustle of the waters,
Lightning of the heavens,
The prayer of man.
Israel's memorial day for fallen soldiers (from tonight to tomorrow night) began half an hour ago, which is excuse enough to bring this song by Chana Senesh, Walking to Caesarea - one of the most beautiful and famous songs in the Hebrew language. Senesh lived in Kibbutz Sdot Yam, which is right next to the ancient port city of Caesarea. Those beaches, and those ruins, are enough to inspire anyone to poetry.
This is a song every Israeli child learns at a very young age. Despite this, it took me years to learn the story behind its author. I'll let Wikipedia tell it for me:
"Hannah Szenes (or Chana Senesh) (July 17, 1921 – November 7, 1944) was a Hungarian Jew, one of 37 Jews living in Palestine, now Israel, who were trained by the British army to parachute into Yugoslavia during the Second World War in order to help save the Jews of Hungary, who were about to be deported to the German death camp at Auschwitz.
Szenes was arrested at the Hungarian border, imprisoned and tortured, but she refused to reveal details of her mission, and was eventually tried and executed by firing squad. She is regarded as a national heroine in Israel, where streets are named after her and her poetry is widely known."
This song is usually thought of as more connected to Holocaust Memorial Day (which was last week) but I figure that as Senesh was a member of the Hagana (not to mention the SOE ), today is at least as appropriate.
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Here's an unashamedly cheery piece of classic Hebrew pop by band Shokolad Menta Mastik ("Chocolate Mint Gum"). The chorus is very famous and widely used (in advertising, for instance) as well as being insanely cheery and catchy. The song is called "Ze Tov" - "It's Good".
If you see me sad one day
With tears on my lashes and a damp cheek
Bring me a rose, a red rose from the garden
Open your arms and build me a safe place
In which I'll want to smile again
I'll go there, I'll go and how!
Chorus:
It's good, it's good
It's good for me, for her and for him
For the whole world
If he knows how to love
With him and because of him all of me is his, for
If he knows how to love
It's good, it's good
Even if the skies of love grow chill
And clouds come, the flame goes out
I will look in the mirror, look with my two eyes
Suddenly a different face looks out at me
I say to myself
Open your heart again to love
Chorus
How many beautiful days pass for nothing
When a day like this passes, it will never come again
And only you know how to bring
A little quiet to the storm, peace to my heart
So come quick, why do you wait
Quick, pass the barrier of our glances
Chorus
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what else can i say but, 'it's good'? i love watching old stuff like this. good one, Carnadine.
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Yeah, the black lines are pretty cool. The song too. Thanks.