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One Source of Bad Information

by Shira Z. Carmel and her Brasserie

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released January 1, 2016

שירה ז' כרמל והבראסרי מודים לכל המעורבות/ים בדבר

Shira Z. Carmel and her Brasserie are:
Voice and songs: Shira Z. Carmel
Arrangements - Orr Sinay
Drums: Oded Levi
Tuba: Péter Lengyel
Trombone: Yaron Ouzana
Trumpet: Tal Avraham
Bass Clarinet: Nitai Levi
Saxophone: Noam Shapira
Clarinet: Tomer Amikam

Music and Lyrics by Shira Z. Carmel (unless otherwise written)
Arrangements - Orr Sinay

Recorded live by Eyal Shindler and Kobi Farhi at the Mitzlol studios
Mixed and mastered by Kobi Farhi at the Mitzlol studios Tel Aviv

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Shira Z. Carmel Jerusalem, Israel

Shira Z. Carmel is a singer songwriter from Jerusalem. Her newest adventure is the Brasserie ensemble, where her songs are accompanied by 6 horns and a drummer.

Also check out The Hazelnuts - Shira's post doo-wop band!

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Track Name: A matter of Life and Death
Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?

We have reasons to believe
death got something up his sleeve
But for all we understand
life still has the upper hand

Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?

Should we trust the ones who tell
tales of heaven tales of hell?
Is it just a misinterpretation?
what about reincarnation?

Will it be a circle? Will it be linear?
will it have a beginning and an end?

Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?

will it be a one way trip?
when you get there – send some tips..
but since no-one ever has…
guess there's nothing to write home about -

Fragile is life, what is death gonna be?
Track Name: I am Lysistrata (hold your pussy tight)
Girls, know your part
You were born,
to be a part of this war
Against humanity
Women – hold your pussy tight!
Just say no, and when your men wanna' know – why
say – I won't fuck around until you stop this war!


Wives, in your heart –
You all know, your husband's working for war
Against humanity
Mothers – hold your pussy tight
the fruit you bore, will grow to rot in this war
Say – I won't have your child until you stop this war!


Men have narrowed women down to bodies all these years
Silenced and beautiful, will we forever be merely décor to the actions of men?
Well - If a body's all we get then let our body roar –
We won't be accomplices to all your wars!
Say It's my body and you can't use it anymore!


Patriarchy used us a natural resource,
Enslaved our bodies and our minds – still they enforce -
their reign over us - it's everywhere!
They turned us into mirror-prisoners!
Why should we comply with one dimensional existence?
Ladies it's our time to build our feminine resistance
get up women – this is our time to soar!


Sisters, let's do our part
we were born, to put a stop to this war -
so HOLD YOUR PUSSY TIGHT
Track Name: One Source of Bad Information
One Source of Bad Information
lyrics by Robert Bly

There’s a boy in you about three Years old
who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand years.
Sometimes it’s a girl.

This child has to make up its mind
How to save you from death.
He says things like: “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”

You live with this child but you don’t know it.
You are in the office, yes, but live with this boy At night.
He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has.

Because of this boy You survived a lot.
He’s got six big ideas. Five don’t work.
Right now he’s repeating them to you.
Track Name: LAYAD YESH HEREV * ליד יש חרב
Lyrics by Almog Behar (English translation follows the Hebrew)

ליד יש חרב / אלמוג בהר

רווח הַיד מִן הַרוֹבה
כּמרחק הַלחִי מִן הנשִיקָה
כּגבוּל חיי מִן הַהווה
וכהִיפרד שפתיי מִן הַצעקָה.

סתווִים וְחוֹרפִים אדם גוֹבֶה
וְיֵש קוֹל גם בַּשתיקָה,
רווח שֶאז היָה שווה
נִקטע בּלחִיצת הדק מבהִיקָה.

מיוּמנוּת כדוּר ברוּח ערב
חוֹדרת עד אֶל הנשמָה
בּזיכרוֹני לַיד יֵש חרב
וּמתחִיל מסע אדם לאדמָה.

דָם לא צוֹעק אפילוּ
אִם שוֹפכים אוֹתוֹ כשהוּא עוֹד חם,
וְאנשִים רבִים השכִילוּ
לא לַתת עַל כךְ אֶת דעתם.

רווח הַאצבע מִן הַהדק
כּמרחק הַמת מִן הַיריָה
כּהִיפרד הקִיר מִן הַסדק
כּהִיוולד גוויָה.

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The Hand Holds A Sword / Almog Behar

The gap between the hand and the gun is
like the distance between the cheek and the kiss,
like the borderline between my life and the present,
like the parting of the shout from my lips.
A man gathers autumns and winters,
silence also has a voice;
A gap that was bigger then
was cut by the squeeze of a shining trigger.

The skill of a bullet in the evening wind
penetrates to the soul;
In my memory the hand holds a sword
the journey of man to the earth begins.
Blood never screams
even if spilled when it is still warm,
and many people have learned
not to give it any thought.

The gap between the finger and the trigger is
like the distance of the dead from the shot,
like the separating of the wall from the crack
like the birth of a corpse.
Track Name: Soldier's Things
Soldier's Things / Tom Waits

Davenports and kettle drums
And swallow-tail coats
Table cloths and patent leather shoes
Bathing suits and bowling balls
And clarinets and rings
And all this radio really Needs is a fuse

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
And this one is for bravery
And this one is for me
And everything's a dollar
In this box

Cuff links and hub caps
Trophies and paperbacks
It's good transportation
But the brakes aren't so hot
Neckties and boxing gloves
This jackknife is rusted
You can pound that dent out On the hood

A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
Oh, and this one is for bravery
And this one is for me
And everything's a dollar
In this box
Track Name: Old Black Swan
Old Black Swan / Gian Carlo Menotti

The sun is setting and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
Old black swan where's my lover Now?

Torn and tattered is my bridal gown
and my lamp is lost
With silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Old black swan where's my lover Now?

I gave him a kiss and a golden ring
And a golden ring
I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring
with silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Oh Black wing take me down with you

Old black swan take me down with you
Track Name: Daddy Ran Away with the Circus
daddy ran away with the circus
covered up his tracks in a pile of mud
daddy ran away with the circus
left us nothing but sweat and blood
daddy ran away with the circus
went out for a cigarette - didn't even leave a butt
daddy ran away with the circus
now we're waiting for the flood - to come

So, won't it come..
(today)

daddy ran away with the circus
I can still remember what he said, he said:
"everyone must serve their purpose,
And yours is here, you better use your head,
no, girl don't sell your soul to the circus,
I know you have talent but you're better off at home instead"
well daddy I've been practicing, and I am not afraid

so won't you come..
(today)

daddy - how are things in the circus?
I got me a job here- dusk till dawn -
polishing the edge of a surface
makes you understand the world is round
daddy I've been practicing so long,
tonight I'm gonna wear my dress and gown
'cause the circus is coming to town!

so won't you come...
(today)