Never Coming Home

ARCHITECTURE I never want to forget: how your smiling eyes made golden flakes on high leaves how in your arms was a whole new country, made instantly with its forests and valleys and birds-you-can’t-catch: Oh, but wait now I'm here (and) my head and my bones hurt doors are closed, and it's raining outside tell me what to believe, you’re dancing inside my heart I believe redheads are crazy, and there's a secret door beneath their feet that opens when they say the word ”Architecture” where you hang in the air but never fall and all things small become big isn’t that how love is? I met this guy once he lived in a house with a walled up garden his face was painted white, but his eyes brown and soft he had a little girl with a flower dress, like a nomad she followed me and I ran away, ever so slowly. I used to believe in nothing but I do now I read your maps, and saw your plans and I must say, it's all wrong where you’re going but I do too. it's so easy to love you It's true that you're a diver and I love getting lost now the road is wide but all directions are elsewhere, elsewhere while you grow your children, while I dream and write, all horses are running, all sundays are right: tell me what to believe you're dancing inside my heart BEHKI That’s a language, not for us to comprehend that’s a house we built on dreams instead of sand that’s my daughter, at the corner of the yard that’s a wind that's blowing in ‘er, cold and hard When I was a child, I used to watch these old t.v. shows. Wonder woman, Steve Austin, Oh mighty ice at night, falling asleep in my bed I’d tell myself stories of saving the world. Sun, hold our tears tears, hold the sun this is a love we gave no one PIGEON HUNT Night our fathers went a-hunting pigeons on the building’s roof and us children dropped our manners we went wild for all it’s worth We went wild in all our glory dancing, shouting kicking steel while our mothers made the table all but set to pluck and kill. I feel like a knife, I feel like a blade I wish I could sing the names of the dead And it seemed then never-ending we were sure we’d never stop cats, and birds and lions wondered to us children’s open throats I feel like a knife, I feel like a blade I wish I could sing the names of the dead Of Your face when it was over I could never speak, nor will when you love someone you’re given things things to hold them still. DOING IT AGAIN Doing it again praying for someone who isn't there. thinking theres a string, from me to somewhere, that somewhere, to you. In another universe, perhaps. or in a hospital. deep in your bed or in your mother’s eyes. Doing it again see something that makes you cry that’s it. your heart exploding. oh, I’m ok , when I don't think about it, or when I don’t think about you. What was the time, or day when you were at the door, but I was never coming home? Maybe I struck a deal with the devil told him I’ll never be by your side maybe I struck a deal with the devil ‘cause us we weren't supposed to be alive Doing it again speak for someone who doesn't pull that string but not too tight Dance that kind of dance sing your kind of tune under very bright skies we still dream of moon. Maybe I struck a deal with the devil told him I’ll never be by your side maybe I struck a deal with the devil ‘cause us we weren't supposed to be alive I’m gonna miss you today I’M THE WALKER I’m the walker underdoors I love places that were closed dancing on these empty dusty floors and I have no sense of pride It went out the day you died cause no one will be proud of me no more. And I have no sense of pride It went out the day you died cause no one will be proud of me no more. Dancing on these empty dusty floors with my stolen airplane and toys cause no one will be proud of me no more I’ve got reasons to be proud I made truth out of your lies dancing on these empty dusty floors with my broken airplane and boys Cause no one will be proud of me no more no one will be I’ve got reasons to be proud I made truth out of your lies But no one will be proud of me no more. THIS IS EASY I don't know who I am as I travel these corridors of red sand dead end where I was, a minute ago red soil took my shoes You are far , and you’re near in this town full of crying and fear and hard things are easy to happen with you Now I've seen your eyes I'm going home A SECOND PLAN This is the time just to sit quietly could take the week so scared I need a second plan. do you remember the time, on the swings in the dark we didn't want to go home? This is my game I’m almost full asleep but pulling myself up to write a word. I don't want to go home. Wary of seeing scared to touch broken in advance is it a punishment or a dance? But that hungry love still blows inside, like the story’s wolf. stone breaks the tooth. time to go. packing and unpacking I just don't know which is which. Give me your coat. let's do the thing we do the best on the road, with the ground shaking we can dance. RUNNING OUT OF LUCK We’re running out of luck. Don’t go back to sleep. We’re running out of luck. come and see all the white horses. Don’t go back to sleep. We’re running out of luck. Wake for bad and worse and later. Wake for hunger and for prayer don’t go back to sleep. Fight the hands that push you inward Don’t go back to sleep. We’re running out of luck. Let’s do it again, Let’s do it again: I’ll be the river, You’ll be the boat I carry. Steer me. We’re running out of luck. Don’t go back to sleep. We’re running out of luck. Grey and heavy hands are pulling. And your sweet eyes in the darkness. Don’t go back to sleep. We’re running out of luck. Let’s do it again, Let’s do it again: I’ll be the river, You’ll be the boat I carry. Steer me. All words and music by Michal Gutman. All songs (except running out of luck) recorded at Salon Kalon Studios, Gan Shmuel. Running out of  luck recorded at  Analog-i studios, Ein Shemer, Israel. all songs recorded and mixed by Yiftah Yeshurun. Mastering by Ran Yeshurun Architecture: Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass, Korg Kaossilator, Keyboard .Yiftah Yeshurun: Programing .Tuval Brown: Drums and Percussion :Pigeon Hunt Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass, Guitar, keyboard Yiftah Yeshurun: Guitar, Programing Tuval Brown: Congas, Vocals Tziki Kestenboim: Guitar A Second Plan Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass Yiftah Yeshurun: Guitar, Programing Tuval Brown: drums and percussion Behki Michal Gutman: vocals, Bass, Korg Kaossilator .Yiftah Yeshurun: Programing This Is Easy Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass, Korg Kaossilator, Keyboard .Yiftah Yeshurun: Programing I’m The Walker Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass, Keyboard .Yiftah Yeshurun: Programing Running Out Of Luck Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass Chen Mike: Guitar Refael Bukish: Drums Doing It Again Michal Gutman: Vocals, Bass, Korg Kaossilator Yiftah Yeshurun: Guitar, Programing צילום: מרדכי רוזנצווייג הורד תמונת עטיפה הורד פייסבוק יוטיוב ספוטיפיי אפל מיוזיק more... 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