Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

'Cause Sephardic girls are just hotter!

Man, this stuff is the sh-t! I know there've been many 'ביצועים' of this song, but you gotta' admit ain't nobody do 'שחרחורת' like Shlomo Bar! (..he looks really young in that video, no?)

I personally grew up with this stuff, but haven't heard this particular song in quite a while..I looked it up in Green Bay, but it seemed like at the time nobody downloaded that particular video to 'YouTube', but it seems like someone added it recently, ...and anyway I a) have nothing to post, and b) haven't posted a video in a while, so...

About the song: It turns out it's actually a Hebrew translation (same tune though) of an old Ladino folk 'Romance'. It was translated by משה אלימלך, and I suppose became part of Israeli Music in the 60's and 70's because of people like Esther Ofarim, and because there was somewhat of a Ashkenazi movement to 'beautify middle easternism'.

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שחרחורת - לדינו עממי

שחרחורת יקראוני צח היה עורי

ומלהט שמש קיץ בא לי שחורי

שחרחורת יפיפית כל כך

בעינייך אש בוערת ליבי כולו שלך

שחרחורת יקראוני כל יורדי הים

אם עוד פעם יקראוני שוב אלך איתם

שחרחורת יקראני בן לאב מוֹלך

אם עוד פעם יקראני אחריו אלך

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For the Babysitter!:

שיר השירים, פרק א

Song of Solomon, Chapter 1

Friday, June 20, 2008

בעת ליל- רבי שלמה אבן גבירול

Well, I must say; I'm really starting to question di 'lomo's nocturnal orientation. Di 'lomo just started trying out a night-shift-office-job, and just after explaining how night jobs are a good thing for him- di 'lomo falls asleep a few hours in! ....ahh, what a 'lomo....
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Actually, once I'm talking about night, I wanted to print here the פויוט of one of the greatest Spanish פייטנים to share my name (רבי שלמה אבן גבירול) about something which I also feel passionately at times; night!


בעת ליל והשחק נקי כף--- והסהר טהור לבב וברו

נהגני עלי ארחי תבונות---והורני באור הגו והרו

וחמלתי בפחדי מתלאות---עלי אורו כאב על בן בכורו

ורוח שלחה בי מפרשי עב---תפרש על פני סהר אפרו

כאלו אותה זרם גשמים---ותשען לעב עד כי תקירו

ושחק העטה קדרות וסהר---כאלו מת והענן קברו

ובל אוחיל ידידי ואקוה---לאור סהר אשון חשך המירו

ואשקיף עת יגל פניו ואגיל---כגיל עבד אשר אדון זכרו

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

יפי קול- רבי יהודה הלוי

Ohh yes, em- something I wanted to mention: Sometimes we think of the חכמי ישראל as living in vacuum, and not having the same life experiences as we- or for that matter, as contemporary rock singers. But that is obviously not so my beloved porcupines! We can see from the myriad of beautiful and refreshing Hebrew 'פיוטים' written by the giants of spirit who resided in Spain a millennium ago that our ancestors were quite 'alive'! One פיוט in particular I was checking out last week caught my eye, in that it was something I sensed (perhaps not in this measure, though) in my own life traversings:

(This was the beginning of the ancient Arabic 'Q'ssida' which usually was a poem talking about nature or romance or something, before getting into the 'meat and potatoes' of the פיוט.)


יְפֵי קוֹל קַדְּמוּ כִנּוֹר לְיָפוֹת---וְשָׂרִים אַחֲרֵי נֹגְנִים חֲלִיפוֹת

עֲלָמוֹת לַעֲלָמוֹת נַעֲלָמוֹת---וְנִשְׁקָפוֹת בְּעַד אֶשְׁנָב וְצוֹפוֹת

בְּתוּלוֹת לָמְדוּ מִבַּת בְּתוּאֵל---קְדֻשַּׁת טָהֳרַת לִבּוֹת וְגוּפוֹת

אֲבָל כִּי מָשְׁכוּ קֶשֶׁת לְתֻמָּם---וְהָרְגוּ אִישׁ, וְהֵם זַכּוֹת וְחָפוֹת

אֲשֶׁר לֹא שָׁאֲלוּ לִקְרָב חֲרָבוֹת---וְדַיָּם בַּזְּרוֹעוֹת הַחֲשׂוּפוֹת

וְאֵיךְ נָשְׂאוּ צְמִידִים אוֹ צְעָדוֹת---עֲצֵלוֹת מִנְּשׂוֹא עַפְעַף יְעֵפוֹת

וְלוּ נָשְׁאוּ אֱלֵי חַמָּה פְנֵיהֶם---אֲזַי עָזְבוּ פְּנֵי חַמָּה שְׁזוּפוֹת

וְתֹאמַרְנָה יְהִי חֹשֶׁךְ יְהִי אוֹר---בְּאוֹר פָּנִים וּבִשְׁחוֹר מַחֲלָפוֹת

וְכָתְנוֹת כְּאוֹר חֶבְרָה לְבוּשׁוֹת---בְּלֵיל שֵׂעָר כְּלֵיל פֵּרוּד צְנוּפוֹת

מְאוֹרוֹת נָתְנוּ לִבִּי רְקִיעִים---תְּסוֹבַבְנָה עֲלֵי כַּמָּה תְקוּפוֹת

וְיֵשׁ לִשְׁגּוֹת בְּרַכּוֹת וַעֲנֻגּוֹת---וּפוֹרִיּוֹת עֲבֻתּוֹת וַעֲנֵפוֹת

וּפִיפִיּוֹת יְפֵה פִיּוֹת אֲדֻמּוֹת---עֲלֵי טוּרֵי בְדֹלָחִים רְצוּפוֹת

לְאַט בִּמְשַׂקְּרוֹת וּמְשַׁקְּרוֹת לִי---לְאַט בָּהֵן וְלוּ הָיוּ חֲנֵפוֹת

מְסֻבָּלוֹת בְּתַפּוּחַ וְרִמּוֹן---וְשׁוֹשַׁנִּים וְעָלֵיהֶן תְּרוּפוֹת

וּמַה אֹמַר בְּהוֹד קוֹמָה כְּתָמָר---וְהָרוּחַ יְנִיפֶהָ תְנוּפוֹת

רְאֵה כִּי נִטְרְפוּ לִבּוֹת לְקָחוּם---שְׁאַל הַיְשַׁלְּמוּ אֶת הַטְּרֵפוֹת

וְאִם לָקְחוּ נְקַם צִיצִת לְחֵיהֶם---אֲשֶׁר הָיוּ בְעֵינֵינוּ קְטוּפוֹת


The whole פיוט is obviously talking about how heavy the stares and the general presence of girls around him was at times during his youth. Some lines in particular I think are pretty good-

"קְדֻשַּׁת טָהֳרַת לִבּוֹת וְגוּפוֹת-אֲבָל כִּי מָשְׁכוּ קֶשֶׁת לְתֻמָּם-וְהָרְגוּ אִישׁ, וְהֵם זַכּוֹת וְחָפוֹת"

"וְלוּ נָשְׁאוּ אֱלֵי חַמָּה פְנֵיהֶם-אֲזַי עָזְבוּ פְּנֵי חַמָּה שְׁזוּפוֹת"

I think every guy (especially not-so-cool guys like myself) at some point in life, experiences the feeling of the biting, heart-sinking gaze of a pretty girl (who you might be interested in- but perhaps you feel is a bit too 'prestigious' for you). At times I almost sensed myself being pitied in their gander. Well...that's what I've experienced anyway...(?)

By the way, I got this פיוט from a site I didn't previously know about, that seems to have a lot of the non-religiously oriented Spanish פיוטים: http://benyehuda.org/

[This פיוט is also sort of similar to a popular James Blunt song from a few years ago (not to suggest that it had any meaning!):

"My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F[ly]ing high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

מעשה ידינו- כוננה עלינו

Ah, what the hell! I have a song from a certain Mormon American (of Sweedish decent) from Alaska in my mind, and I just saw a girl put down fun song lyrics in her blog, so I said...what the hell!

"If I could tell the world just one thing, It would be that "we're all ok". And "not to worry, because worry is wasteful, and useless in times like these". I will not be made useless! I won't be idled with despair! I will gather myself around my faith for light does the darkness most fear! My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours they are my own, and I am never broken!

Poverty stole your golden shoes, but it didn't steal your laughter. And heartache came to visit me, but I knew it wasn't ever after. We will fight, not out of spite. For someone must stand up for what's right, 'cause where there's a man who has no voice, there ours shall go singing!

In the end only kindness matters.

I will get down on my knees and I will pray.

My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours they are my own, and I am never broken! We are never broken!

We are God's eyes, God's hands, God's mind.
We are God's eyes, God's hands, God's mind.
We are God's eyes, God's hands, God's heart.
We are God's hands. We are God's hands!"

Jewel Kilcher

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