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ד​ו​י​ד ב​ר​ו​ז​ה - ה​ר​ח​ק מ​ה​ב​י​ת // David Broza - Away From Home

by David Broza

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Blood For Blood 04:45
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In the dirt that stains my clothing Are the ditches I've crawled through On your face: the scars of anguish Born facing down the truth You cry out for mercy You shiver in the frost But our hearts are chained to anger As in my sights you're locked Blood for blood There must be an end The nightmare unfolds Again and again Blood for blood In the hard gray dawn Revenge can't answer These wrongs Nothing is forgotten: All the history's on the shelf Nothing is forgotten: You tell me so yourself As we stand to give our witness Of the cold and bitter hand There's a killer here among us Waiting out what time he can Blood for blood There must be an end The nightmare unfolds Again and again Blood for blood In the hard gray dawn Revenge can't answer These wrongs Maybe somebody Holds the answer Maybe some love Can keep us warm Only in your eyes Only in your eyes Can I see/seek shelter from the storm I am trying to remember The book and the words But nothing comes to mind – In the end, what have we learned? Our mothers and fathers Are removed from their lands Tell me now: Where is the pity? Is it slipping through our hands? Blood for blood There must be an end The nightmare unfolds Again and again Blood for blood In the hard gray dawn Revenge can't answer These wrongs
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Along The Hudson 05:41
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I wore a flight jacket once Torn open all one winter 'Cause nothing in New York City Not the trucks I unloaded Or the streets they slammed down Was gonna touch me I though that if I did one or two things right I might rise above all that business The way each morning While I stamped my feet In the frozen Sea line Freight Yard As sheets of light Rose above the broken terminals of Lower East Side Sheets of light Rose above the broken terminals of Lower East Side Chorus: But it didn't take long For my hands to clench on their own No it didn't take long For the wind and the light To blow out Along the Hudson I thought on days There wasn't any work If I had walked Battery Park long enough Watching two rivers turn Turn into each other I might understand What was ahead Chorus And I thought The Spanish I heard spoken all night Was just a song a city sang to itself To soothe the sleep of a girl Beside me And I remembered A story about an old man who lies Besides a sleeping girl And listens to the dry rustle of his heart Chorus I wore a flight jacked once Torn open all one winter 'Cause nothing in New York City Not the trucks I unloaded Or the streets they slammed down Was gonna touch me (adapted from 'Amnesty')
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At The Bridge 04:32
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Maybe it is the warm breath of the praire Or what follows it, That brings me here to a place over water. I've scattered the remnats of other lives From one shore to the next because Someone told me this continent Had no end and i believed her Yet there was a city on the edge i revisited Just to try to walk down one street To see for myself the old hotels, the balances On each end of a turn of events I might have understood. Once on a boardwalk, near an ocean whose salt air Burned my lips, a woman drinking From a bottle with a shattered neck, Turned her torn and laughing mouth to me Saying, "kiss me, love me." The clouds muddy her water below. Why whould I expect Anymore, here, in the center of things, At the Praire Du Chien where there is just a bridge And a river – the conditions are clear The bridge, a thread loosening in my hands, the river A needle dripping.
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Chileno Boys 05:12
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The Chileno Boys Pull their fish by the fins In the dirt and they sing About old times and the women they will know Mariquita and Caras The girls in their dreams, of when they'll be men Not different, not different they say Not different from you The Chileno Boys Pull their feet by the strings In the dirt they sing Confusing themselves in the inside tangled jungle Of sons and fathers Themselves lost halfway into the years That have been and will be long But… Not different, not different they say Not different from you Fish they sell What they catch What they can What they hold in their arms For the day Sons and fathers Of the sea A world in which just to walk You must run So they sell What they catch What they hold in their arms For the day Not different, not different they say Not different from you
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Ambush 06:02
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Imagine this: we are spaced beside the road Like the five spikes of the red morning star That I can just see now in the east. Or we are thin cracks in the bottom Of the blue porcelain cup my grandmother used To make me herb tea when i was sick, as a child. I am sick now whithout you. This road Is the same road where years ago you herded Your father's useless cows. At dawn we expect An american convoy; and although i do not like The word ambush, it is the only one left In my vocabulary. I imagine how much They will be surprised. Remember we once Joked, that when we die we will go to America. Well now i think we only return here, Back to this island floating like smoke on the sea, This warm wreckage, these repeating movements where The night is too long without you. It is your breath On my cheek, your touch, the dusty roadside Flowers i wanted to cover you with Only there was not time. Two nights ago I snuck into town to see that woman. My friend, I am sorry but she loved Too many men, she tried too hard to Come between us; and when she called me by your name In the night, i should have broken her neck like a bird's. The black night is so long it could be the wind. The others are stationed around me and we Communicate in whistles. Tell me, my friend, What you feel now. Whistle a soft song So i can forget the hour. Hold me once More in this world that has been measured In calibers, that is quattered by crosshairs And defined by what enters them, Once more before i step onto the road, In sunlight, you stolen automatic rifle In my hands.
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Hips To Hips 05:42
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Away From Home 04:08
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Point Of No Retrun 04:22
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We ride all night west Through the flat lands, beneath the Sohio signs Of your home state. You sleep in the passenger seat Locked in a dream the does not include The curve of the windshield Or the broken line it pulls between us. We are somewhere without a station Until the riff of 40's bebop Breaks through the static of the radio And fills the cramped room of this car. I think of the late show At the west end café in New York. How the old men leaned into their horns. How the notes sounded like money owed Notes that never said All they wanted to say.
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City Lights 04:48
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Downtown darkens from the smoke in the street. I imagine the heat, And I imagine tonight There will be no relief. Buildings tighten in the breeze, In the snap and the cough, And I wonder when it will begin. I wonder when it will begin. Out in the harbor, The hollow harbor, The transport wait As the waves turn mute And the sea birds call - - It's much too late. City lights, oh those city lights, Won't come on tonight Won't save us tonight Oh those city lights. The woman I sleep with Passes through my life Like a fire in the night. And her hair, her brilliant red hair Smells charred and betrayed. And I'm afraid Of the tragedy we've become In the crowded cavity Of this city by the sea, Let's go out dancing Beneath the cold light of a forgiving moon. Let's go out dancing Where the orchestra plays to an empty ballroom. Let's go out dancing.
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My Papa's Waltz 02:34
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The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on once knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.

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released January 1, 1989

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David Broza Israel

Israeli superstar David Broza has been considered one of the most dynamic and vibrant performers in the singer/songwriter world.
His charismatic and energetic performances have brought to worldwide audiences, a fusion of the three different countries in which he was raised: Israel, Spain, and England. ... more

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