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I only had to listen to it fifty times:
I feel like a freak 'Cause every time I pull out something to eat For this week I can’t do this 'Cause I’m Jewish, and I can’t eat bread, Yeah, my Rabbi said only Matzah. Any way you want to eat it Cold or hot it’s Matzah Fun for your mother, brother, sister, father Matzah Buy in bulk for a lower cost per box it’s Matzah Matzah Matzah Matzah Matzah Hanukkah, no that's over. So you don’t passed over Get your ass over to my pad, it’s Passover. I’m the mad flow who’s heebie-jeebin’ with the jibbin’ jabbin’ If you want the story of Passover Rent The Ten Commandments starring Charlton Heston. But I got a question ‘bout the bread that is unleavened Causing indigestion Called Matzah Eat it for a week we gotsta. No bread, no pasta. Best believe that you'll be stopped up! Now Moses made the matzah when he was fleeing Egypt, Had no time for bread to rise. He said "Ah just leave it. We can eat it like this. Feed it to the Hebrews." But little did he know that the week would end up equal Cause Let my people go Became the anthem, So get your damn hands up, Maybe it will help you pass some. How could one bread rocket so famous When the taste is just the flavor of the box it came in? Matzah! Eat it at one single second guessin'. Matzah! Leaving crumbs on my lap and chest, And it’s called Matzah! I found the Afikomen! In my small intestine. Matzah Matzah Matzah Matzah
These lyrics are not-so-obviously copyright Eric Schwartz aka Smooth-E.
You can listen to Matzah at JibJab.
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreigh field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
After the service as you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold Vovember air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one …"
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore.
No one kills the children anymore.
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of the dream.
by Bob Dylan
May G-d bless and keep you always,
May you grow up to be righteous,
May your hands always be busy,
by Rod Stewart
May the good Lord be with you
May good fortune be with you
And may you never love in vain
And when you finally fly away
But whatever road you choose
Who knew there were so many songs called Forever Young??? If you Google for it, you'll find that every artist is contractually obligated to write and publish a song with this title. And they apparently all have to have similar lyrics, in which the phrase "forever young" is repeated multiple times. There's so much I don't understand about contracts.
This is a very sweet, simple song. It reminds me of the blessing that Jewish parents give to their children each Friday night:
Whether this song is directed from parent to child, from spouse to spouse, or from friend to friend, the generosity and love in the blessing is moving. Is there anything more we could hope for ourselves in our brief time in this world than what is wished for in this song? Is there anything more we could hope for our loved ones?
May you stay forever young.
"What we've got here is failure to
Some men you just can't reach…
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men."
Look at your young men fighting
Look at the hate we're breeding
My hands are tied
D'you wear a black armband
And I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
My hands are tied
"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
Phew. What a powerful song. You don't have to be a liberal (I ain't!) to find something to like here. Conservatives don't love war; we're just willing to face the fact that it is sometimes necessary.
While Axl and company may have been railing against the "military-industrial complex," I see something deeper in this song. This is about the sadness of man's inhumanity to man, in all its forms, throughout history. For the most part, the masses are merely pawns in the ridiculous struggles for power fought by a handful of men at any given moment in history. The fact that today's struggle is a necessary one doesn't lessen the tragedy of war, nor does it minimize the suffering and loss that war brings upon people who neither asked for it nor have a choice in it.