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Not the Jew I Had In Mind
You
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
No, you
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
You don’t walk right,
You don’t talk right,
You don’t play right,
You don’t pray right.
I search my feelings, and I find
You’re not the Jew I had in mind.
You don’t vote right,
Don’t scapegoat right,
You don’t quote the right writers right.
And your views on Zion
Are not aligned
With the Jew I had in mind.
You
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
No, you
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
You don’t date right,
So you don’t mate right,
So your mate don’t bake that kugel right (it’s dry)
You’re a threat to your own kind—
You’re not the Jew I had in mind
You
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
No, you
Are not the Jew
That I
Had in mind.
Well I don’t do this,
And I don’t do that,
And I don’t wear no special hat,
You search the world, until you find
That Goddamn Jew you had in...
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2. |
What Kind of Bear Am I?
05:15
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What Kind of Bear Am I?
You ask me, what kind of bear am I?
I hardly know myself, but I suppose I’ll try
To tell you what kind of bear am I:
They took me from the woods when I was small
Played the music, made me dance on the hot, hot, hot coal
They said I almost sounded human when I’d bleat and cry
And you ask me, what kind of bear am I?
You ask me, what kind of bear am I?
I graduated with a master’s in humanity
From the Smorgon Bear Academy
Then my master and I, we travelled here and there
Every prince and peasant loves a jaunty dancing bear
But I’m not so jaunty now, so I suppose I see why
You ask me, what kind of bear am I?
I ate my master one day and my freedom I gained
With a knife and a fork, just as I had been trained
I had to use a knife and fork just like people do
My master’d pulled all my teeth out, it made him difficult to chew.
I passed…
I passed the checkpoints in disguise, using clippers and hair dye
And you ask me, what kind of bear am I?
So now I work the tavern and we share every coin
It pays for the necessities, I can’t complain
I couldn’t live now in the woods, even if I had the chance
I serve the drinks, hear the music and I try not to dance
But sometimes I just can’t stop myself no matter how I try
And you ask me, what kind of bear am I?
Why don’t you tell me, what kind of bear am I?
(Dances)
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3. |
Ven Kimsti?
04:11
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Ven Kimsti?
Ikh bin mir a flinker marvikher
Un prave mayn seyder in kitsh.
Fun pekl der flinkster,
Mayn mazl der linkster,
Ven kimsti aroysnemen mikh?
Ikh arbet, oy voylster ying mayner,
Di kayserine kert veltn, zog ikh.
Az ikh shaf nor monetes
Tsi shmiren di mentes,
Dan kim ikh aroysnemen dikh.
Yontef shvies oopgerikht tikn,
Nokh dir di oygn oysgekikt zikh,
Gezeyn nor dus mayzl,
Vus mayn kamer’z zayn hayzl,
Ven kimsti aroysnemen mikh?
Ikh arbet, oy voyler ying mayner,
Dayn Zhizelke rayst shtiker fun zikh.
‘Kh darf nokh eyn gelt-koyshl
Interrikn dem moyshl,
Dan kim ikh aroysnemen dikh.
S’iz shoyn yom-kipper, Zhizelke,
Der tug fun beytn un paynikn zikh.
Ikh hob dir geglaybt, nur
Ikh zits vayter in khur,
Ven kimsti aroysnemen mikh?
Di toyfsl mayner, shilmazl,
‘Kh ti mir mayns, nor di tkife, zi krikht,
Az di folks-revolutsye
Kimt baa folks-pertsikutsye
Dan kim ikh aroysnemen dikh.
In tfise iz khanike finster,
Shoyn vinter, ikh hob nish’ ka’ shikh.
Ikh zits in di gatkes,
Mir kholemt zikh latkes,
Ven kimsti aroysnemen mikh?
Ven kim ikh? Ikh bin shoyn gekimen,
Me’ hot gekhapt mikh, vi di zits ikh zikh.
Zol zikh dreyen dos reydl,
Zol der kop vern dos veydl––
Ven kimsti aroysnemen mikh?
Translation:
I’m a skilful thief
And I’m having my seder in stir
I’m the most skilful in the gang
My luck is the worst
When are you coming to get me out?
I’m working, o best of my goodfellas
Trust me, your female gangleader’s doing all she can
Once I’ve got the money [lit., coins]
To grease the guards
Then I’ll be coming to get you out
I stayed up all night on Shavuos[1]
Watching for your arrival
All I saw was the mouse
Whose house is my cell
When are you coming to get me out?
I’m working on it, my goodfella
You Giselle is breaking her back/ass.
I need one more basket of money
To slip to the prosecutor/judge
Then I’ll be coming to get you out
It’s already Yom Kippur, Giselle
The day of prayer and self-mortification
I believed you, but
I’m still in the joint
When are you coming to get me out?
My shlimazl of a convict
I’m doing all that I can, but the times are behind me
But when the people’s revolution
Conquers the people’s persecution
Then I’ll be coming to get you out
Chanukah in prison is dark
It’s already winter and I have no shoes
I sit in my long johns
Dreaming of latkes
When are you coming to get me out?
When am I coming? I’m already there
They caught me and I’m doing time like you
Let the wheel turn
Let the head become the tail:
When are you coming to get me out?
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4. |
Would You Hide Me?
03:35
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Would You Hide Me?
All my life, I’ve had nightmares of being hunted, I was taught
About the pogroms and the Holocaust, I mean a lot.
My grandmother said “Don’t kid yourself, my dear,
If for one second you think can’t happen here.
Your friends and neighbours are no different than
The happy folks in Munich, Lyon, Eindhoven,
If times turn bad, they’ll need a scapegoat too,
And it’s dollars to donuts they’ll blame the You Know Who.
Half your friends and your neighbours in the neighbourhood
Will turn you into the Gestapo for the public good.”
I’ve travelled round this world and I looked hard and I looked long,
I can’t say that I’ve found anything to prove my gramma wrong.
So if I’m looking at you funny it’s ’cause there's something I’m trying to see:
I wonder, wonder, wonder,
Would you hide me?
When I first come over to visit for tea,
My behaviour might seem erratic.
I’m poking around just assessing
The livability of your attic
Lately the question feels easier to answer than before,
As the monsters tear their masks off round the world and just next door.
Maybe it’s not as bad as it could be yet,
They’re just picking off the people who are easiest to get.
As I grew older, I came to discover:
Every nation’s a machine for hunting somebody or other.
It’s never a question of “Do the hunters exist?”
It’s only a question of who is on the list.
So who would we hide and what would we risk to hide them?
Are you ready to ride in the train beside them?
Or spend your life looking through the curtains out the window,
Scanning for movement in the quiet streets below...
The cost of eternal vigilance is that you never ever feel free,
As I wonder, wonder, wonder,
Would you hide me?
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5. |
Vilne
04:14
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Vilne, shtot fun gayst un tmimes
Vilne, yidishlekh fartrakht
Vu es murmlen shtile tfiles
Shtile soydes fun der nakht
Oft mol ze ikh dikh in kholem
Heys gelibte Vilne mayn
Un di alte Vilner geto
In a nepldiker shayn
Vilne, Vilne, undzer heymshtot
Undzer benkshaft un bager
Akh, vi oft es ruft dayn nomen
Fun mayn oyg aroys a trer
Vilner geslekh, vilner taykhn
Vilner velder, barg un tol
Epes noyet, epes benkt zikh
Nokh di tsaytn fun amol
´Kh ze dem veldele Zakreter
In zayn shotn ayngehilt
Vu geheym es hobn lerer
Undzer visndursht geshtilt
Vilne hot dem ershtn fodem
Fun der frayheyts-fon gevebt
Un di libe kinder ire
Mit a tsartn gayst balebt
Vilne, Vilne, undzer heymshtot
Undzer benkshaft un bager
Akh, vi oft es ruft dayn nomen
Fun mayn oyg aroys a trer
Vilner geslekh, vilner taykhn
Vilner velder, barg un tol
Epes noyet, epes benkt zikh
Nokh di tsaytn fun amol
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Vilna, city of spirit and sincerity
Vilna, pensive in its Jewishness
Where quiet prayers murmur
Quiet secrets of the night
I often see you in my dreams
Dearly beloved Vilna of mine
With the old Vilna ghetto
Sparkling in the fog
Vilna, Vilna, our hometown
Our longing and desire
Oh, how often does your name
Call a tear forth from my eye
Vilna laneways, Vilna rivers
Vilna forests, hill and dale
Something haunts me, something’s longing
For the days that used to be
I see the Zakrete wood
Where teachers would secretly
Quench our thirst for knowledge
Wrapped in its usual shade
Vilna wove the first thread
Of the flag of freedom
And aroused a tenderness of spirit
In her beloved children
Vilna, Vilna, our hometown
Our longing and desire
Oh, how often does your name
Call a tear forth from my eye
Vilna laneways, Vilna rivers
Vilna forests, mountain and valley
Something haunts me, something’s longing
For the days that used to be
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6. |
Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
03:18
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Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
This little old man has taken the stage
And he’s yelling his inexpressible rage
That’s the signal for the good times!
Time to get moving
To this band, we really know how to look like we know what we’re doing
We’re at the Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
The Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
If you’re an exile like me, this is the place you can go
There’s a lot of that going around you know
Here’s where the people are decent, friendly and kind
That’s a radical notion in these clarifying times
Here at the Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
The Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
So come on with me
Help me prove that it’s true
We have a better party than the right-wing bastards do
Come on with me
And when you get done
Go make a Grand Hotel Cosmopolis of your own
A Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
Grand Hotel Cosmopolis
We’re gonna have a party tonight
Briga’s gonna block the German police
The nationalists wish that we didn’t exist
Sponsored by the klezmer bund and Jewdas
We’re gonna celebrate and grieve
And swing a chicken with it
I got a flask behind my handkerchief
I bet you know what’s in it
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7. |
The Drummer Requests
03:30
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The Drummer Requests
Oh the drummer has but one request as such
He doesn’t ask for much
So don’t be a crashing bore
Stay out on the floor
And continue dancing
The drummer’s handsome and so dashing
Plays the kit with wit and passion
You can thank him in this fashion
Please continue dancing
Please continue dancing
He was the first to join the band
Like us he’ll help you understand
The greatest thing a klezmer can do
Is continue dancing
Please continue dancing
Please continue dancing
And when
You’re tired of dancing
That’s when we would suggest continue dancing
If you pretend
That you are dancing
Sometimes you’ve tricked yourself, you’re actually dancing!
Our passports have a thousand stamps
We eat like kings and sleep like tramps
Past all the brand new prison camps
We will continue dancing
We’ll continue dancing
And if you find that you have fallen
You’ll still hear that kick drum calling
If you can’t stand up, try crawling
And continue dancing
Please continue dancing
And when
You’re tired of dancing
That’s when we would suggest continue dancing
If you pretend
That you are dancing
Sometimes you’ve tricked yourself, you’re actually dancing!
We’re not saying that you gotta
Please continue dancing
Dancing in your chair is part of
Please continue dancing
Ain’t no perfect way you oughta
Please continue dancing
Please continue dancing
Please continue dancing
And when
You’re tired of dancing
That’s when we would suggest continue dancing
If you pretend
That you are dancing
Sometimes you’ve tricked yourself, you’re actually dancing!
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8. |
Oh You Survivalists
03:29
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Oh You Survivalists
Oh you survivalists
With your funny little shopping lists
Believe me, I get the gist
Of your point of view
You think the rest of us
Are just zombies with brains full of pus
Well this pus-head wants to make a fuss
And sing a song to you
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doo doo
You want to live off the grid
Like your ancestor Gilligan did
You don’t mind if you find yourself rid
Of people like me
We who never learned to change no tires
Never rubbed two sticks to make fires
Never wanted to do dentistry with pliers
How silly are we!
You’ll live off the land, of course
This land that was never yours
That the government cleared for you by force
You independent man
No one to tell you when your poetry smells
No one to help you with your dried up wells
Who will you call when your prostate swells?
I guess you’ll do what you can.
And you might outlive me but you know, it’s strange
When the seasons fail to change
Within a predictable range
Oh, but that’s a lie (sigh)
But at the failure of the fourth harvest
You’re gonna starve to death unless—
Terribly sorry, there is no unless!
You’re just going to die
And you know, that’s not the worst
You’re gonna have to watch you kids go first
In their eyes, a silent curse
And a question: “Why?
“Daddy, why? Daddy, why?”
At the time of calamity
You cut yourself off from humanity
It wasn’t John Wayne vanity!
No, that can’t be true
Oh, you survivalists
With your funny little shopping lists
With the remaining time that exists
I’ll sing a song for you
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doot doo dee doo dee doo dee doo doo
Doo doo
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Why Don’t We Just Take the Billionaires’ Money Away?
There’s a lot of different lefty political ways to think
And most of them think that most of them mostly stink
But maybe there’s some things we could agree on, I mean isn’t it fair to say—
We could start by taking the billionaires’ money away
Why don’t we just take the billionaire’s money away?
And spend it on shit for which millionaires say
We can’t afford to pay
We could start by taking the billionaires’ money away
There’s like, eight guys who own more than half of the whole human race
I’d like to sit down with you, and chat about just what that says
But I can’t be bothered, I’d rather be talking with people who are ready today
Ready to take those billionaires’ money away
And spend it on
Healthcare
Childcare
Transcare
Eldercare
Mental care
Dental care
Shelter
Etc.
You get the picture?
Some say we can’t do it, on account of the economy
Because rich people own more of it, so it scares investment, you see
But we’ve been doing it their way for a long time now, how’s that working out?
Okay. Then let’s innovate by taking the billionaires’ money away.
Now let’s take it up a tax bracket…
Some say we can’t do it, because the billionaires keep it all hid
But the government could find it if it wanted to, what if they did?
So if you say it can’t be done, I’m done with you, chum
Go take a billion holidays in the sun
With your friend, the Aga Khan
Or Richard Branson
Or that schmuck from Amazon
While the rest of us take the billionaires’ money away
We’re gonna take the billionaires’ money away
And spend it on shit for which millionaires say
We can’t afford to pay
We’re gonna take those billionaires’ money away
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Zog Nit Keyn Mol (Partisan Song)
Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg
Khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg
Kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho
S’vet a poyk ton undzer trot: Mir zaynen do!
Fun grinem palmenland biz vaysn land fun shney
Mir kumen on mit undzer payn, mit undzer vey
Un vu gefaln iz a sphrits fun undzer blut
Shprotsn vet dort undzer gvure, undzer mut
Es vet di morgnzun bagildn undz dem haynt
Un der nekhtn vet farshvindn mitn faynd
Nor oyb farzamen vet di zun in dem kayor
Vi a parol zol geyn dos lid fun dor tsu dor
Zog nit keyn mol az du geyst dem letstn veg
Khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg
Kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho
S’vet a poyk ton undzer trot: Mir zaynen do!
Don’t ever say that you’re walking your last mile
Even though the blue days are hidden behind leaden skies
The hour for which we’ve been yearning is still on the way
Our feet will drum it out: We’re here!
From the green land of palm trees to the white land of snow
We’re coming with our pain and with our woe
And wherever our blood spurts to earth
Our courage and might are going to take root
The morning sun will turn our today to gold
And yesterday will vanish with our foe
But if the sun of dawn should come a little late
May this song be a watchword from one generation to the next
Don’t ever say that you’re walking your last mile
Even though the blue days are hidden behind leaden skies
The hour for which we’ve been yearning is still on the way
Our feet will drum it out: We’re here!
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Geoff Berner Vancouver, British Columbia
Singer / songwriter / accordionist / novelist Geoff Berner's music combines klezmer, punk, political satire and Balkan dance rhythms. He writes sharp, literate songs that make you want to weep, laugh, grind your teeth, or kick out a window - often all at the same time. Having built a cult following with his weirdly compelling stage presence, G.B. has a strange ability to create fun chaos. ... more
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