Written during Shira's aunt's SHIVAH (Jewish mourning week), this song asks a few simple questions about death, and life. Dedicated with love to Meri Saguy RIP, and all the beloved people in our lives that have passed away.
Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?
We have reasons to believe
death got something up his sleeve
But for all we understand
life still has the upper hand
Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?
Should we trust the ones who tell
tales of heaven tales of hell?
Is it just a misinterpretation?
what about reincarnation?
oh...
Will it be a circle? (like life)
Will it be linear? (like life)
will it have a beginning and an end?
Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?
will it be a one way trip?
when you get there – send some tips..
but since no-one ever has…
guess there's nothing to write home about -
Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?
I am Lysistrata
I am Lysistrata
Music & Lyrics: Shira Z. Carmel
3:59
Inspired by the greek play Lysitrata, calling women to start a sex strike in order to stop the war, this song tries to imagine what Lysistrata would say, has she lived today.
Girls, know your part
You were born,
to be a part of this war
Against humanity
Women – hold your pussy tight!
Just say no, and when your men wanna' know – why
say – I won't fuck around until you stop this war!
Wives, in your heart –
You all know, your husband's working for war
Against humanity
Mothers – hold your pussy tight
the fruit you bore, will grow to rot in this war
Say – I won't have your child until you stop this war!
Men have narrowed women down to bodies all these years
Silenced and beautiful, will we forever be merely décor to the actions of men?
Well - If a body's all we get then let our body roar –
We won't be accomplices to all your wars!
Say It's my body and you can't use it anymore!
Patriarchy used us a natural resource,
Enslaved our bodies and our minds – still they enforce -
their reign over us - it's everywhere!
They turned us into mirror-prisoners!
Why should we comply with one dimensional existence?
Ladies it's our time to build our feminine resistance
get up women – this is our time to soar!
Sisters, let's do our part
we were born, to put a stop to this war -
so HOLD YOUR PUSSY TIGHT
One Source of Bad Information
One Source of Bad Information
Music: Shira Z. Carmel Lyrics: Robert Bly
3:28
There’s a boy in you about three Years old
who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand years.
Sometimes it’s a girl.
This child has to make up its mind
How to save you from death.
He says things like: “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”
You live with this child but you don’t know it.
You are in the office, yes, but live with this boy At night.
He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has.
Because of this boy You survived a lot.
He’s got six big ideas. Five don’t work.
Right now he’s repeating them to you.
The gap between the hand and the gun is
like the distance between the cheek and the kiss,
like the borderline between my life and the present,
like the parting of the shout from my lips.
A man gathers autumns and winters,
silence also has a voice;
A gap that was bigger then
was cut by the squeeze of a shining trigger.
The skill of a bullet in the evening wind
penetrates to the soul;
In my memory the hand holds a sword
the journey of man to the earth begins.
Blood never screams
even if spilled when it is still warm,
and many people have learned
not to give it any thought.
The gap between the finger and the trigger is
like the distance of the dead from the shot,
like the separating of the wall from the crack
like the birth of a corpse.
Daddy Ran Away with the Circus
Daddy Ran Away with the Circus
Music & Lyrics: Shira Z. Carmel
4:19
This song was written around 2009, and was inspired by a photo of a circus crew -a father holding up his tiny daughter. It was first arranged for Shira's first band, and was recorded for an album that was never released, but it always dreamed of a brass arrangement...
IF you wish to skip the instrumental intro, the song itself begins at min. 01:00.
daddy ran away with the circus
covered up his tracks in a pile of mud
daddy ran away with the circus
left us nothing but sweat and blood
daddy ran away with the circus
went out for a cigarette - didn't even leave a butt
daddy ran away with the circus
now we're waiting for the flood - to come
So, won't it come..
(today)
daddy ran away with the circus
I can still remember what he said, he said:
"everyone must serve their purpose,
And yours is here, you better use your head,
no, girl don't sell your soul to the circus,
I know you have talent but you're better off at home instead"
well daddy I've been practicing, and I am not afraid
so won't you come..
(today)
daddy - how are things in the circus?
I got me a job here- dusk till dawn -
polishing the edge of a surface
makes you understand the world is round
daddy I've been practicing so long,
tonight I'm gonna wear my dress and gown
'cause the circus is coming to town!
so won't you come...
(today)
Soldier's Things
Soldier's Things
Music & Lyrics: Tom Waits
3:48
Tom Waits being Shira's favorite artist, could not have been left out of this EP, in this beautiful song about a soldier's things.
Davenports and kettle drums
And swallow-tail coats
Table cloths and patent leather shoes
Bathing suits and bowling balls
And clarinets and rings
And all this radio really Needs is a fuse
A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
And this one is for bravery
And this one is for me
And everything's a dollar
In this box
Cuff links and hub caps
Trophies and paperbacks
It's good transportation
But the brakes aren't so hot
Neckties and boxing gloves
This jackknife is rusted
You can pound that dent out On the hood
A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
Oh, and this one is for bravery
And this one is for me
And everything's a dollar
In this box
Old Black Swan
Old Black Swan
Music & Lyrics: G.C Menotti
Based on: Ora Cogan
3:28
Shira first heard this enchanting version of Menotti's aria (originally "O black Swan" from "The Medium"), in an Ora Cogan concert in Jerusalem. We hope our rendition of it will bring you joy and give you the chills, just like her version did to us :). This arrangment was written by Nitai Levi who also playes the Bass Clarinet, with a little help from our Orr Sinay and Shira Z. Carmel.
The sun is setting and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
Old black swan where's my lover Now?
Torn and tattered is my bridal gown
and my lamp is lost
With silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Old black swan where's my lover Now?
I gave him a kiss and a golden ring
And a golden ring
I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring
with silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Oh Black wing take me down with you
