Brand New Start

by Paul Weller.

I'm gonna clear out my head
I'm gonna get myself straight
I know it's never too late to make a brand new start

I'm gonna kick down the door
I'm gonna get myself in
I'm gonna fix up the yard
And not fall back again

I'm gonna clean up my earth and build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant or unfound but something real to me
But something real to me

All that I can I can be
All that I am I can see
All that is mine is in my hands
So to myself I call

There's somewhere else I should be
There's someone else I can see
There's something more I can find
It's only up to me

I'm gonna clean up my earth and build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant on a cloud but something real to me
But something real to me

I'm gonna clear out my head
I'm gonna get myself straight
I know it's never too late to make a brand new start




Thanks Aleterman

So long, Marianne

by Leonard Cohen.

I already wrote before, Leonard Cohen's songs always seems to me as they were written from within my head.

Lately I feel like I am not really sure where I am and where am I going. A lot of feelings and emotions mix up together and I feel a bit lost. But as the time pass, I feel like I understand more and I feel much stronger. And when I'm listening to Leonard Cohen I actually feel, in some of the songs, like this is exactly what his lyrics are about.

In addition, Leonard's songs, and even just his voice, connects so strongly for me to New York, where I'm now, 2 years after I left it and made a huge switch in my life.

On top of it all, Leonard Cohen just performed in Israel few days ago while was here in New York, and he is coming to perform in New York 10 days after I'm back in Israel.

And this particular song just touches all those issues I'm dealing with.



Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

It Ain't Over 'til It's Over

by Lenny Kravitz.

Bird On a Wire

by Ester Ofarim.

What an amazing performance of this amazing Leonard Cohen song.

Shana tova!


[Via Marmelada]

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If i, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If i, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

Jenny

by Flight Of The Conchords.

Roads

by Portishead.