Fuzzy Fish

Ninjas that strike in the silence of midnight,
Ghost through the hallways unseen by the torchlight,
Reaching their victim and starting to sing,
That is the musical version of things. המשך…

I was born in a cave as my clan used to be
And I’d never look more then a caveman to thee
Cause humans in my time were weaklings and prey
But progress’ the power that would win us the day
It was back in our first cave it came to a head
When a few proto-tigers would prey on our band
But its life that we want and to spread on the world
I heard my sons then saying:
“Monkeys don’t do those things”
Oh no they don’t but then torch-bearers do
Stay safe in your cave until I come for you
And when I came back from the mountains of flame
You never once though to get over your shame
What your brains can do you never knew
המשך…

Livin’ in a Wasteland
by Tamir Buchshtav
based on "leaving on a jet plane" by John Denver

All my guns are packed,
With home-made rounds,
I fuel my car with hopes and Rum,
I know I’ll face marauders on the way,
But the food is dwindling,
And the water’s gone,
All the land around us,
Has been cooked to stone,
Already I’m so hungry I could die,

Chorus:
I salute you and load my gun,
Driving towards the setting sun,
Ready as I’ll ever be to go,
Cause I’m livin’ in a wasteland,
Don’t know when things will grow again,
Oh man, I have to go. המשך…

I used to have a farmer and he made a living fine,
I had a little cart to pull along the city line,
But times where tough and though he tried,
The money wasn’t there.
The baron came and killed the man,
And sold me at the faire.

I looked for every kind of job, the answer’s always “no.
Buy you now?” they all would laugh. “We let our horses go.”
The butcher man, he paid for me a measly little sum,
But I’ve got to much pride to end up just another drum,

So I thought “who gives a damn if all the farmers’ down,
I’m gonna bear a knight and fight in service to the crown!”

Chorus:
Cause it’s a hee-ho hi-ho
Charging down the lane,
Killing all Saracens within the Holy Land,
And it’s a hee-hay hi-hay
Heathens bar your homes,
When you see an armored donkey ‘neath Jerusalem’s golden dome המשך…

When first I came to Avalon,
My king a sword did need.
I saw a maiden fair as snow,
That in the lake was hid.
Held in her hand she held a sword,
Naught on this world could make,
She said her name was Nimue, the Lady of the Lake.
המשך…

Knights in white armor,
Never seeming to fail,
Heroes and princes,
Always getting the girl.

Villains have always been,
On the loosing side,
Never to win and,
Always needing to hide.

Cause we’re evil,
Yes we’re evil,
Oh, how we're evil.
המשך…

How has he come to this place?
Greatest of a mighty race?
Trapped beneath a mountain's mass,
He who once has shone.

He who challenged Heaven's might,
Born to lead and born to fight,
Born from sea and stone and light,
From the north wind's moan.

Chorus:
Made of stone, trapped by stone,
Under mountains all alone,
By a monk his way be shown,
Waiting to atone. המשך…

Jesus runs your car
by Tamir Buchshtav
based on "Riders on the Storm" by the Doors

Jesus runs your car,
Jesus runs your car,
No matter where you are,
If near you are or far,
When you push the pedal down,
He turns the wheels around,
Jesus runs your car. המשך…