Novice historians claim we were Barbarian

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

 

 

Barbaria

We make it only by ourselves/ We don't need anyone/ We’re gonna make you feel the heat of what is more to come/ We don't care who was first that's anyway a lie/ The Levant is burning out/ but who’s to blame for crimes/ Everything we do we make it super size/ Everywhere you go we will advertise// Barbarians were not us// Yes, we have won the war what's left is sexy scars/ Lazy Greeks with deficit drive our modern cars// We gonna show/ We are so beautiful/ See the glow/ You ain't seen nothing there before/ Go with the flow/ Can’t you see with us you will get more 

Barbaria

Still Burning

Everybody must be someone important, even if the price is too high.

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock.

Still Burning

Crazy nights/ Jaded face/ pretty face you wear/ another day/ working hard/ you ain’t got money/ hiding your empty life/ you forgot what makes you happy/ teenage dreams/ lurking from the side/ there must be something more// The flame’s still burning inside/ don’t let it die// Breaking up/ breaking down/ you’d kill for your privacy/ but you’re so desperate for him now/ working hard/ you’re a hollywood victim/ There must be something more// Been waiting so long to cry/ drench your eyes

 
Still Burning

Indoor Trance

Lies, dreams and the rest.

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Indoor Trance

Lies got me where I’m at, so quick/ I got into trance, can’t speak/ Thoughts and words whirl inside me/ Shine, don’t make me look sad// So busy times, but you're feeling so bored/ Why you spend so much time indoors/ You had your time and now you are free/ free from being wrong or right/ You’re in a dream// Why things have gone mad, eyes sick/ I, I had no chance, so weak/ Thoughts and words whirl inside me/ Lies, that’s all I had

Indoor Trance

Baby Someday

Someday

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Baby Someday

Real angels are knocking at your door Yes, you’d seen their ugly faces before/ The chasing life on the movie screens/ But the commercials tell you to be free/ They caught you in the middle of the night/ The verve was down, but the time was right/ Take a hasty look, you can’t see inside// No need to run/ Waiting on yet nothing hasn’t come/ Making things look like it’s all set and done/ Now it seems like a never ending war/ Someday they won’t hurt you anymore// For too long you had an aching heart/ And it always seems that’s all you’ve got/ You don’t care if you don’t come out brave but these days honey, you can’t play it safe/ They caught you in the middle of the night The verve was down, but the time was right God knows you had nothing to hide 

Baby Someday

Tesla and All That

Not becoming what you wanted to be

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Tesla and All That

My eyes tell all there's to be told/ No escape/ No need for tricky plans/ He can make it in a glance/ No wit ideas behind/ Those same notes I can find/ Can't stop imagining what could have become of me// Important man/ Such a serious man/ So significant/ Ron Maimon// Been so long, Tesla said/ Won’t you turn me on

 

 

Tesla and All That

No Right to Remain Silent

“Those who have the privilege to know have the duty to act” Einstein

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

 

No Right to Remain Silent

She can keep your dirty conscience clean/ She won’t mitigate your bitter sin// Go out shouting on the safety streets/ hit by wave of generosity/ Studying something about being aware/ you won’t give a damn if you don’t get your share// For those who care and for those who don’t/ You all smash down their only hope/ Wake you up from old cozy dream/ Taking part in exploiting team// You have no right to remain silent// open minded for profit treat/ you belong to old philosophy/ Third world countries is your thing/Take the plane to where you are a king// Reading books about human rights/ feels so good  to be inside the fight/ Riding on someone else’s horse/ showed them the righteous path of course

 
No Right to Remain Silent

Between the Legs

About cheating

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock.

Between the Legs

I don’t know how the hell I got here/ I just came for you/ and there’s no way that they will know/ The truth won’t leave the room/ There’s no light so deep in the ocean/ I’d rather stay in bed/ there’s no end for us to reach/ The light is in your head/ I can’t get no satisfaction/ pity on the one who begs/ nothing really comes between us/ The truth’s between the legs// but don’t tell on me/ ‘cause I die before he gets here/ There’s no voice so far in the distance/ no rumours to be heard/ there’s no end for us to reach/ the light is in your head

 
Between the Legs

Laying On The Sky

Love is the drug

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock.

 

Laying On The Sky

oh there was this girl/ she had flown into my world/ only I could see/ I’m fooling you and you’re fooling me// Lay on the sky/ I fell in love with nothing/ yes it was wonderful// What more could I say/ shining through my boring day/ I got insecure/ it will change one day I’m sure// Light in your eyes/ no I was not dreaming/ yes it was// I’m fooling you and you’re fooling me/ ain’t no cure and ain’t no truth/ I’m so in love with you// Lay on the sky/ I fell in love with nothing/ it was wonderful// There was this girl/ she had flown into my world/ only you could see/ it’s not me/ I don’t mean to shout/ but something burns inside// 

Laying On The Sky

Like a Movie Star

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Like a Movie Star

Late at night, driving home/ Billboards tell me, I have won/ Evoking smell, you are gone/ I could be your only one// Like a movie star, I'm isolated/ I'm becoming what you wanted me to be// Endless life, up there in the sky/ Hold your breath, see me fly/ Ancient gods praised my birth/ I will bring you peace on earth// I could speak more out, but it hurts/ So I hide behind the words// Like a movie star, I'm overrated/ When the sun shines I will fade away

Like a Movie Star

She Ain't Rock and Roll

small suburban town syndrome

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock.

She Ain't Rock and Roll

She ain’t Rock and Roll/ Don’t leave home sweet home/ I look but ain’t no signs/ nothing goes on in her eyes// No blame/ They’re so kind/ She gets hers and I don’t mind/ She ain’t Rock and Roll/ Drift aside, don’t steal the show// It feels alright but you know it ain’t/ you still try but you don’t understand// One day, had a try/ Last time, she would cry/ But she won’t harm the name/ She will never bring the shame// 

She Ain't Rock and Roll

Still Burning

Everybody must be someone important, even if the price is too high.

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Eran Alpern.

 

 

 

Still Burning

Crazy nights/ jaded face/ Pretty smile you wear/ another day/ Working hard/ you ain’t got money/ Hiding your empty life/ You forgot what makes you happy/ Teenage dreams/ lurking from the side/ Must be something more// The flame’s still burning inside/ Don’t let it die// Breaking up/ breaking down/ You’d kill for your privacy/ but you’re desperate for him now/ Working Hard/ You’re a Hollywood victim/ There must be something more// The flame’s still burning inside/ Don't let it die/ Been waiting so long to cry/ Drench your eyes/ The flame is burning

Still Burning

Laying On The Sky

Falling in love is a self-sufficient activity.

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Eran Alpern.

Laying On The Sky

Oh there was this girl/ she had flown into my world/ Only I could see/ I'm fooling you, you're fooling me// Laying on the sky/ I fell in love with nothing/ Oh yes, it was wonderful// What more could I say/ Shining through my boring day/ I got insecure/ It will change one day I'm sure// Light in her eyes/ No I was not dreaming/ Oh yes, it was just too high// Oh no, I’m feeling cold/ Ain't no cure, and there ain't no truth/ You're fooling me, I'm fooling you/ I'm so in love with you/ No one knows what I've been through// Oh there was this girl/ she had flown into my world/ Only I could see/ it’s not me/ And I don’t mean to shout but something burns inside

Laying On The Sky

Romantically High

Loving to blindness.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Eran Alpern.

Romantically High

I don't know/ Wandering naked by the shore/ I have made it on my own/ And I got it wrong// To some extent, I've gone with it too far/ It's not what I meant, I've gone with it too far/ But no regret, I've gone with it too far/ Now it's too late// She came home/ But I can't be sure/ Will it end as before?// I don't care anymore/ Won't you let it go// To some extent, I've given all I had/ No more to spend, I've given all I had / Forgot my friends, I've gone with it too far/ Now it's too late, it's too late!

Romantically High

She Ain't Rock And Roll

Not daring to stray from the norm of a caring family.

 

Produced by Ralf Goldkind. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Eran Alpern.

She Ain't Rock And Roll

She ain’t Rock & Roll/ Don’t leave home sweet home/ I look/ Ain’t no signs/ Nothing goes on in her eyes/ No blame They’re so kind/ She gets hers/ I don’t mind/ She ain’t Rock & Roll/ Drift aside/ Don't steal the show// And it feels alright but you know it ain’t/ You still try but you don’t understand// One day had a try/ Last time she will cry/ She won’t harm the name/ She will never bring the shame/ She ain’t Rock & Roll/ Nothing goes on in her eyes

 

She Ain't Rock And Roll

The Felidae Trick

Thoughts while crossing the very thin line from being so aware and clear to going crazy. 

 

Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Eran Alpern.

 

 

The Felidae Trick

The room of pure, the room of stars that shine/ You never let me in/ A love of me is real but as I go inside/ I'm sorry you said you must leave, someone's at the door// So one bright day I knew I had it/ I knew that did it/ So I took myself far away to this party/ And there were guys, and the guys were drinking/ While sniffing lines of coke/ Beautiful lines, ugly people with ugly faces/ Living their ugly lives day by day on these empty streets at night// And what about the Christian image of life?/ I hate god, I detest my land, the holy land/ Occupied by, occupied with/ Never take it if you don't like it/ Still no idea what you bought/ and what your kids are made of// I can't go ahead, and I won't be left behind/ The party just went better and better and/ But, I had to leave, to sleep it over, you know/ In the very deep of night/ A brutal attack on the alleys nearby/ No one heard, no one sensed/ It's the felidae trick, the felidae game we play, off it pays/ Pretend to a cat, the spiritual life/ Colour your face, drink all of your shot/ And when you can't get lost, you can't be found/ And when you can't be found, it all looks the same/ You took more than you could have bared/ wish you could have started it all over

The Felidae Trick

Left My Home

Life revolves around the secret you never wished to know.

Leben, das sich um Geheimnisse dreht, die du nie wissen wolltest.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

 

Left My Home

Left my home/ No waving hands/ Anywhere away from there/ The show could not go on/ I had planned it long time ago/ Pack the secrets in a bag/ Nothing true to stay for/ There's nothing more that I could do/ All the faces, they look oh so frown/ Brings me down/ Still I'm waiting on that someday/ I will dare to tell/ If only I had never seen it/ But yes I did, I saw it all/ On that day when I am gone/ You'll all be asking of me/ We thought he was OK/ Never shown his real face/ Never told us/ Still I'm waiting on that someday/ I will dare to tell/ If only I had never seen it/ But yes I did, I saw it all

Left My Home

Romantically High

Loving to blindness.

Von Liebe geblendet.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Romantically High

I don't know/ Wandering naked by the shore/ I have made it on my own/ And I got it wrong// To some extent, I've gone with it too far/ It's not what I meant, I've gone with it too far/ But no regret, I've gone with it too far/ Now it's too late// She came home/ But I can't be sure/ Will it end as before?// I don't care anymore/ Won't you let it go// To some extent, I've given all I had/ No more to spend, I've given all I had / Forgot my friends, I've gone with it too far/ Now it's too late, it's too late!

 

Romantically High

Spread Feathers

The correlation between cool and criminal people.

Wechselbeziehung von cool und kriminell.

 

Lamentations 3:27 " It is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth."

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Spread Feathers

At night we spread our feathers/ Say nothing should matter/ Though it hurts/ With pride we pick up our colours/ Red melting on leather// It is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth// Tonight we spread our feathers/ We are all brothers/ Tonight we spread our feathers/ What a show/ Tonight we spread our feathers/ Help me mother 

Spread Feathers

At The Backyard

The cities are gentrificated by self importance youth, that later are disappointed after realizing their low status in society. 

Gentrifizierung einer Stadt mit einer jungen Szene, die sich selbst so wichtig nimmt, doch später merkt, dass sich niemand für sie interessiert.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

At The Backyard

At the backyard/ All the people are moving to Neukölln/ At the backyard/ You can hear and see it all, my friend// No it's not your home/ We can never be, never be together// Out the windows/ People staring/ You are young and free/ From the fringes/ Over bridges/ Like a swarm they overflow Berlin/ You and I were/ never meant to be/ Everybody knows it's history/ The city׳s backyard/ It's like a graveyard/ No body can run away// You feel you've just had enough/ Where's my good old life/ Cause you see, that everywhere you may go/ It will never be your home// All the people are moving to Neukölln/ All the people upgrading their iPhones/ All the people are blah blah blah blah blah blah

At The Backyard

Lots Of Songs

Ars Poetica is a way of fulfilling one's desire to deliver an important message, while doesn't have anything to tell.

Dichtkunst nur aus Mitteilungsbedürfnis aber ohne großen Inhalt.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Lots Of Songs

Lots of songs/ They were written/ Songs about love/ Nothing can go wrong/ Told you when you left me/ Only when you left me// All the flowers were flying in the air/ There was only me to see/ Only me to lose my mind/ All the flowers were floating in the air/ There was nothing left to be/ All I want is you'll be mine

Lots Of Songs

You In Front

The permanence side of a nomad life.

Beständigkeit im Leben eines Nomaden.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

You In Front

I wish we would never arrive/ The journey makes me feel alive/ Our little home/ Carried by our hands/ Yes it is/ No one understands/ The road stretches out more and more/ Oh boy, no use to lose control/ Don't break away/ There's nothing there to see/ Don't you worry/ You forget what you wanted to be// We are the people/ People of no man's land/ Walking on earth/ No house, no solid ground/ Never told you/ We would set you free/ Don't you know/ I will always see you in front of me

You In Front

Back Into Nothing

During unending boredom erupts an elusive divine moment.

Aus unendlicher Langeweile entsteht ein flüchtiger, göttlicher Moment.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Back Into Nothing

It feels like it's been ages/ So bored/ The time has deleted the traces off the road/ Still I can recall/ When the clock will be hitting midnight/ I'll be gone/ And baby it's gonna be alright/ Maybe not/ You're still beautiful// You know I'll find myself again back into nothing/ Just like it happened before// Baby life is too short/ Don't you know/ You wish I could stay more/ Stay for more/ It's midnight/ I should go/ Baby it's gonna be alright/ Maybe not

Back Into Nothing

In Walked Europe

A Classic-European manifest states Europe as dying.

Klassische europäische Grabrede für Europa.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

In Walked Europe

My first impression/ I'm definitely not the first// To be told across the world/ To be spread across the land/ Don't return what you got/ Until what's yours is returned to you// To be told across the world/ To be shown on every square/ In walked Europe/ Don't return what you got/ Until what's yours is returned to you/ To be told across the world/ Let it burst across the land/ In walked Europe, it's been so long/ In walked Europe// And Classic Europe is so conceited, overrated/ And Obsolete/ Only books left/ The worst at its best/ To whom belongs the culture?

In Walked Europe

Sheikh Jarrah

When will this war come to an end.

Wann wird dieser Krieg enden?

 

Jeremiah 31:29: "In those days they shall say no more, The fathers have eaten a sour grape, and the children's teeth are set on edge."

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Sheikh Jarrah

The desert wind/ The sun above/ Walk down the streets where we shout peace and love/ Walls of stories/ The stones are soaked with our blood and spirit// Sour grapes set us on edge// When will this fight come to an end?/ I'd love to say/ But I can't see how I could be the one who saves Sheikh Jarrah

Sheikh Jarrah

Loving Nowadays

Social movement that exists only for satisfying the need to belong to something.

Soziale Bewegung nur um Teil eines kleinen Ganzen zu sein.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Loving Nowadays

A story begins/ We know how it ends/ Everybody needs a thrill to get through the day/ I wrote a song that tears your heart apart/ Loving nowadays// The king is dead now/ We are all in despair/ I wish I could have had that love and care/ Millions of people/ Gazing at big screens/ Dying nowadays// Let's get naked/ Let's get it done/ Someday it will grow/ You must let it show/ Make us feel your pain/ Those words are here to stay// It took us ages/ My precious love/ I wrote a song and that's not enough/ Loving nowadays

Loving Nowadays

Life Before Death

Neither roots of the past, nor long term plans are found in modern cities. 

Keine alten Wurzeln und keine Langzeitpläne in Städten der neuen Zeit.

 

Produced by Zare Pak. Mixed by Simon Vinestock. Mastered by Calyx.

Life Before Death

Today I felt I had enough/ I thought I should change my life/ Well they say you could, if you could change your mind/ Thanks a lot, guess I'm quite fine/ I thought, and then I thought again/ Revolving around the good old pain/ On the ringbahn tracks/ I'm hiding my past/ No east no west/ Just ride it fast// Today I thought to change my life/ But I know, it will remain the same/ Well they say I could, but I never really tried/ I'm not searching, there's nothing to find// From east to west/ No east no west/ From birth to death/ No death no birth

Life Before Death

Lately (rearr)

The destructive process of being so doted on somebody that one becomes spineless


Produced by Peter Walsh.

Mixed by Simon Vinestock


Omer Liechtenstein - Vocals, Keyboards  
Andrew Norton - Guitar  
Hugh Burns - Guitar  
Damon Minchella - Bass  
Geoff Dugmore - Drums  

Lately (rearr)

"Lately nothing goes right for me"/ you said, and I haven't told you why/ I could have let you go/ and you would be so occupied/ But I'd love to see you sad/ You'll never change/ I should have known// Reading books and watching TV/ Let yourself drift away// So, should I keep you so tame?

Lately (rearr)

Solidarity On The Streets

The compassionate behaviour of solidarity might be the cause of totalitarianism.

 

Produced by Peter Walsh.

Mixed by Simon Vinestock

 

Omer Liechtenstein - Vocals, Keyboards Andrew Norton - Guitar Hugh Burns - Guitar Damon Minchella - Bass Geoff Dugmore – Drums

Solidarity On The Streets

And they were determined to have fun tonight/ with their deceiving talk and brutal style/ I thought, ‘oh my’, What was I to do when they arrive/ Not now, step aside and let them run the world// Skyscrapers touch the blue sky/ Solidarity on the streets/ Our voices will be heard aloud/ You’ll be flowing with the stream// And I was so grateful for the love you shared/ But I acted as if I didn't care/ So hard trying to be loved by everyone/ So hard throwing love at everyone// Birds flying in the blue sky/ Commotion on the streets/ Nothing's going to change our minds now/ We'll be flowing with the stream

Solidarity On The Streets

Too Paranoid

The devastating endless loop of a paranoid people.

 

Produced by Peter Walsh.

Mixed by Simon Vinestock. 

 

Omer Liechtenstein - Vocals, Keyboards Andrew Norton - Guitar Hugh Burns - Guitar Damon Minchella - Bass Geoff Dugmore – Drums

Too Paranoid

Tears fall like heavy rain/ Better close my eyes/ I can see no more/ Don't tell me what you've just discovered/ It only goes to show what I realized long ago// I don't know when it all started/ It seems so far away/ We're in this together and that's the way it works// We were too paranoid/ We never meant to take over the world// Yes, it seems/ Memories may fade away/ But they don't/ Just a flash and they'd spread out like flames/ The echoes and scenes come again/ I don't know when it all started/ It seems so far away/ We're in this together and that's the way it works.

Too Paranoid

She Goes Away

When etiquette and manners come out ridiculous. 

 

Produced by Peter Walsh.

Mixed by Simon Vinestock.

 

Omer Liechtenstein - Vocals, Keyboards Andrew Norton - Guitar Hugh Burns - Guitar Damon Minchella - Bass Geoff Dugmore – Drums

She Goes Away

You said I'm polite but I am angry inside/ I may serve you well but I wish you hell, oh yeah/ Tried to escape, it all seemed so fake/ Gotta keep'em dry, you lost the need to cry/ The tears – Oh don’t hold back your tears// She goes away/ She won't show her face again/ I will understand/ She goes away// Playing my role, feel nothing at all/ I screwed up the plan, but that's who I am, oh no/ You fight for the right to live a lovely life/ But then again it's the same old pain/ The heart – Oh, it breaks your heart// I have never seen the light/ No one's got into my soul/ The more you hold inside the less there is to find// Got nothing to say/ She goes away.

She Goes Away

Happy Peasants

Here is presented the idea of how bound the sociecty hold on one person is. The thought of it came out of observing the soviet culture and regime, and was highly inspired by a book of Andrej Kurkow in which he quotes a line from a russian book : "Happy peasants, winter has arrived"

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangi - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Happy Peasants

Happy peasants / winter comes around / happy peasants / send them far away // can not hold my deepest thoughts / will we live or will we die / little mom said as we drove / have no fear I'm on your side / Is it real or is it just a dream? / Then we took a sharp turn / One could hear my silent cry / Little mom then asked for more / I love you, will you be mine?

Happy Peasants

Fall Into Arms

In this piece I have tried to express the emotions I experienced as a child...

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangi - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Fall Into Arms

It hit me so clearly that night/ burning my eyes/ Head on the door/ Sky from above/ I'm ready to fight/ Ugly dolls were floating around/ heavily doped/ How couldn't I see this before?/ Now I'm all alone// We sat in your room/ Thrown books on the side/ Your skin felt so fresh/ for no one to touch/ They've never let you be/ just what you are/ It always comes to the same/ You fall into their arms // I was a weird boy/ I liked sinking in dreams/ Head on the floor/ Sky from above/ The nightmare begins/ Toys of wool were dancing around/ brutally cruel/ How couldn't I see this by now?/ Well, I'm such a fool// Still in your room/ miserable ones/ I really wanted to hold you/ but you're not to be trusted/ They've never let you be/ just what you are/ But it's always the same/ You fall into their arms.

Fall Into Arms

In Walked Europe

For those who still reminisce their ancestors lands.

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangi - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

In Walked Europe

My first Impression/ Well, I'm definitely not the first/ To be told across the world/ to be sung across the land/ Why be afraid if you can obey?/ In walked Europe/ Don't return what you got/ until what's yours is returned to you

In Walked Europe

All Parents' Kids

Rebelliousness mixed with obeyness among youth.

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Tomer Zidkiahu - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

All Parents' Kids

See our hair in a different style/ Hanging with us for a little while/ and you'd feel so real/ Meeting at the corner the very right man/ Charming you, enlightening you/ But you wouldn't understand a word he says/ Filling up the bottle to the right extension/ Meeting other people with no direction at all/ Just playing the role// Fate, Dope, whatever comes across/ Boys, Girls, and those who forget their names/ We talked and we laughed/ We never had to stop/ but as we're through/ has it all been true?/ Wit, Grace, whatever I may fake/ Rush beats per minute/ Global warming preachers/ We talked and we laughed/ We never had to stop/ So cool how we all obey the rules//

All Parents' Kids

Grow In Pain

how needy a child can be. Yet his inner world is well independent.

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Shy Oren Bass Liron Zangi Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Grow In Pain

Where I come from/ nobody's happy at all/ One child is born/ One child says Please, leave me alone/ Poor child I was/ So much love needs to be shown/ Suicidal thoughts in my head/ Suicide, it's ok/ You don't have much time/ You don't need wasting your time on me/ on you/ I remember those days when I hardly could speak/ I remember those days when I felt so weak/ "I used to love you", oh she said/but now it's over/ Little children grow in pain/ but now it's over.

Grow In Pain

Reach For The Joy

Emphasizes the addiction to sadness as central role for a vital life.

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangi Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Reach For The Joy

Looking at a withering tree, sadly pleased/ Standing in an endless field, feels so real/ So depressed, so alive/ Think of all the joy I could have reached, poor me// Anywhere, anytime/ I don't care, I don't mind/ One more shot, just a glimpse/ And you didn't notice and it's gone/ Better run/ I'm running and I can not see the end/ I'm running and I can't reach for the joy// Sometimes I take the wrong turn, want to get away/ Oh you such a complicated boy, there's a price to pay/ I'm trying very hard to do it well, someday I will learn// Anywhere, I don't mind/ I don't feel, I don't shine.

Reach For The Joy

The Felidae Trick

Thoughts while crossing the very thin line from being so aware and clear to going crazy. 

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Mixed by Simon Vinestock Thanks to Alone Sage for his Bariton guitar.

The Felidae Trick

The room of pure, the room of stars that shine/ You never let me in/ A love of me is real but as I go inside/ I'm sorry you said you must leave, someone's at the door// So one bright day I knew I had it/ I knew that did it/ So I took myself far away to this party/ And there were guys, and the guys were drinking/ While sniffing lines of coke/ Beautiful lines, ugly people with ugly faces/ Living their ugly lives day by day on these empty streets at night// And what about the Christian image of life?/ I hate god, I detest my land, the holy land/ Occupied by, occupied with/ Never take it if you don't like it/ Still no idea what you bought/ and what your kids are made of// I can't go ahead, and I won't be left behind/ The party just went better and better and/ But, I had to leave, to sleep it over, you know/ In the very deep of night/ A brutal attack on the alleys nearby/ No one heard, no one sensed/ It's the felidae trick, the felidae game we play, off it pays/ Pretend to a cat, the spiritual life/ Colour your face, drink all of your shot/ And when you can't get lost, you can't be found/ And when you can't be found, it all looks the same/ You took more than you could have bared/ wish you could have started it all over//

The Felidae Trick

Love Can't Wait

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri Bass Adi Goldenzweig Violin Liron Zangi Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Love Can't Wait

So I retreat/ Come to me/ Know it is real/ Love and tears in my ears// From sweat and pain you grow grain/ It won't help me if I cry loud/ I am lost again/ If you want to love me/ here I am standing now/ if you want to hurt me go ahead/ Kill me now with a knife.

Love Can't Wait

the destructive process of being so doted on somebody that one becomes spineless. 

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangi - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Lately

"Lately nothing goes right for me"/ you said, and I haven't told you why/ I could have lit you up/ and you would be so occupied/ But I'd love to see you sad/ You'll never change/ And I'm so grown// Reading books and watching tele/ Never let get yourself drifted away// So, should I keep you so tame?

Lately

Getting Old

Following the song 'Lately'.

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Tomer Zidkiahu - Drums Adi Goldenzweig - Violin Mixed by Simon Vinestock

Getting Old

"Getting old, I'm a wreck"/ You told me then, "that's life"/ If you had to go through it all again/ Would you do it as before? I would/ Back at the old days/ Cure on the stereo/ Purified/ No, it hasn't left me yet// I saw you smile while I was off the wall/ You were so glad to have seen me fall/ But I was too good, so considerate/ And you were such a dick/ when I needed you// I enjoyed so much, visions in my head/ Moving through the country, Everywhere/ Take a little bit from here and a little bit from there/ You never cared// Break your tough image/ Show regret to him/ Don't try to decorate it/ Don't hold back the feelings/ So it goes to show/ Inside yourself it grows/ So the more you hold/ The greater it explodes// Show deep sorrow//

Getting Old

The Holy Grail

Deceived by religion. 

 

Omer Lichtenstein - Vocals, Guitars, keyboards Lior Ozeri - Bass Liron Zangy - Drums Mixed by Simon Vinestock

The Holy Grail

Grails, some believe they are there/ well, I don't/ Grails, welcoming you to their crowd/ you'll be seeing one step ahead/ Grails, nothing's there to see/ you'll be conveying a message in the name of me/ Tales, don't give me that necessity thing/ oh needs… A man should also dream/ Males, so hale so smart so strong, but still/ misleading along the way/ telling you you were wrong through the years/ your body your soul, And the tears/ that you poured were the means to take over/ if you show more and more that you wanted to leave/ You'd love to get out but you've never been in// Grails, some believe they are there/ well, I don’t/ Failed to fulfill your own will/ You'll see that I'm a bit like him/ An ambitious young supreme/ You'll be speaking in the name of me/ I told you so//

The Holy Grail
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