דויד ברוזה - הרחק מהבית // David Broza - Away From Home

by David Broza

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released January 1, 1989

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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.
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Track Name: Blood For Blood
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
Track Name: Along The Hudson
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')
Track Name: At The Bridge
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.
Track Name: Chileno Boys
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
Track Name: Ambush
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.
Track Name: Point Of No Retrun
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.
Track Name: City Lights
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.
Track Name: My Papa's Waltz
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.