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I'm a Fuck-You Jew
03:53
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I’m a fuck-you Jew
The kind who won’t
Bow to you
Even though you’re a
Crown prince
And despite the power
Of what you can do
I’m a fuck-you Jew
The kind who won’t
Bow to you
Lone woman riding bareback
Atop an elephant
Straight into the thick of you
With your Roman army embellishment
Intimidating weapons
Of assault and defense
Go ahead
Sound your deafening trumpets
Round up the mob on Yale campus
I am the single solitary Jew
Wrapped in an Israeli flag
Taking on all of you
Singing Am Yisrael Hai
No matter what you say or do
Because I’m a fuck-you Jew
The kind who won’t
Bow to you
And while you’re good
At rallying the troops
With insipid slogans
Based on distorted truths
Projecting Western paradigms
That have nothing to do
With in the Middle East
In the past millennia or two
I’m a Jew
So fuck you
I’m one of the few
Willing to stand up to
Your parade of empires
And this depraved woke zoo
Because I’m a fuck-you Jew
The kind who won’t
Bow to you
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2. |
Bataween
04:27
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You can’t erase
4,000 years of history
Even if you try
You just can’t do it
Bataween
Signs of
The Jewish identity
Of this city
Are everywhere
Flirting with you repeatedly
If you’re paying attention
Bataween
These decaying buildings
Home to an eclectic mix
Of prostitutes alcoholics and
Indian Sikhs praying
Were once the beautiful homes
Of my grandparents
And the vibrant Jewish community
What’s become of it all
Has left me vomiting
Bataween
Sba’ata’ash wahdi wahdi
There’s no street name apparently
So my uncle just keeps saying repeatedly
Bataween
It’s not the Arab world
There are many ethnicities
It’s racist to call it that
And parenthetically
We were here
1300 years before you
Bataween
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3. |
Dear Hostages
04:57
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Dear Hostages
As the world rallies to celebrate your desecration
I will not forsake you
My instinct is to deprive myself of oxygen
Because you are underground
And I will not forget you
But I know that you would dance
In the sun
If given the chance
So I now rise up
And dance for you
Beat the vibrations
Of my heart
Into this drum
Send them across the world to you
As I fall asleep
In my warm soft bed
I lie awake
Thinking of you
In the cold hard tunnels
With your captors
Horrified
What are they doing to you
I feel it in my body
Standing not only with
But inside you
But I know
It’s not helpful
To self-destruct
For me to go down too
Dear Hostages
As the world rallies to celebrate your desecration
I will not forsake you
So I will write you love songs
That I hope
You’ll one day read
Frolic in the colors
Of trees on fire
Shedding splendid leaves
Run through the waves
Of the ocean
My dog running next to me
Amplify my celebration of Life
With the prayer
You’ll soon be free
Dear Hostages
As the world rallies to celebrate your desecration
I will not forsake you
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4. |
These Boots
03:26
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These boots
Are made for walking
They’ll never again
Walk for you
Cuz you didn’t walk for us
When the issue
Was about the Jews
We showed up to yell
That Black Lives Matter
Changed our pronouns
Screaming for trans rights
Demanded immigrants
Be let across the border
Put our lives on the line
Arm in arm for the fight
Our activism is
1000 times our demographic
We’re raised to question
And challenge
Social norms
Fling ourselves
Into the heart of a conflict
Devote our lives
To the righteousness
Of a cause
It’s like the expectation
Always facing women
Give to others
Til there’s nothing
Left of us
But when we
Ask for basic recognition
You throw our asses
Under the bus
You’re consumed
With narcissistic fury
Supporting what you
Organized to stand against
While brazenly ignorant of history
You’ve become one of
The worst racists yet
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5. |
Kids from the Sandbox
03:04
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We’re the kids
From the Sandbox
With stories
Of Love and Hate
That we’re turning
Into art
Holding hands
As we co-create
And transmute the suffering
Into music paint
And dancing
Listening caring
And boldly sharing
Honoring the ancestors
In ways
That are healing
I’m so glad
I know you
As the world is reeling
From wounds
Turned to violence
Turned to wounds
Turned to violence
I can’t stop the madness
But I’ve got a feeling
That you and I
Together in this
Can birth a reality
That’s new and glorious
And maybe over time
The world will
Join us
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6. |
Bloody Cross
03:26
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Red Cross
Bloody Cross
Double Cross
Refused to cross
Hamas
You racist fucks
Enabling barbaric terrorists
Torture murder loss
You don’t care
When it happens to us
Abandoned hostages
Colossal fail
To do your fucking jobs
You refused
To bring their medicine
Like asthma spray
And a tank of oxygen
They needed to live
You’re hypocrites
Not humanitarians
Theatrics of your
Passion Play
Abdicate your
Social responsibility
Respect for all Beings
Alleviating human suffering
Not coincidentally
Your symbols
All exclude
The Maghen Daweed**
**Original Hebrew pronunciation of Magen David, or Star of David.
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7. |
'Til You Can Dance Again
02:19
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We'll dance for you
‘Til you can dance again
All my joy stopped on Oct 7
In solidarity with you
I stopped writing poems
Singing songs
And dancing too
I woke up in the middle of the night
With nightmares
I didn't know what to do
I felt powerless helpless
Constantly in anguish
About you
But we'll dance for you
‘Til you can dance again
Then I read a post
That just like the Tribe
Always feels the pain of a Jew
The corollary is true
We feel each other's joy too
So we'll dance for you
So you can dance again
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Iraqis in Pajamas Seattle, Washington
Iraqis in Pajamas (see IraqisInPajamas.com) fuses Iraqi Jewish prayers with original indie rock and personal storytelling, singing in Judeo-Arabic, Hebrew, and English. In turn vulnerable and angry, haunting and inspiring, the band disarms audiences, opening them to deep contemplation about trauma, healing, and transformation. The band operates as a nonprofit, and donations are tax deductible. ... more
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