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Spine

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released December 28, 2011

Lyrics and Music: Yali Sobol
Produced and engineered by Shahar Even Tzur

Guitars and Vocals: Yali Sobol
Guitars Bass and Vocals: Peter Roth
Keyboards & Bass: Seffy Efrati
Drums: Shahar Even Tzur
Cello: Karni Postel

Additional Recordings: Tal Matmor
Mixed by Eyal Even Tzur
Mastered by Matthew Agoglia at Master Disc NYC
Production Manager: Tal Hayun

Photography: Orit Pnini
Design: NirDarom@gmail.com

P.R.: Ruty Marom - Marom Perel 03-5656413 ruty@mp1.co.il
Booking Worldwide: Hamon Volume hvolume@zahav.net.il

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Track Name: Spine
It’s such a funny feeling, being alive
When I can sense that you’re nearby
Such a foolish notion, using words
Silence makes feel so sure.

Come on, come on
You can’t be wrong
It’s at the center of your spine
Come on, come on
It’s calling home
I got a place for you inside

I waited so long
Waited so long
I waited so long I was always alone
It’s time
For the screen to rise
Gently to reveal your soul
Oh, for me to recognize

Are you there? Are you there?
Sometimes I feel so scared
To the left, to the right
Which is the way to you tonight?
Come on, come on…
Track Name: Window
Rat race, burnt out nerves
Our brains overestimated
Background noise, ceaseless noise
Organized, updated.
Guests appear, disappear
Leaving us with cans of beer
Getting drunk, slightly drunk
Easy smile, wait a minute.

There’s just a window
Between the rain and the bed
There’s just one way
Between my head and the rain.

Wear the hat in different ways
Endless chain of falling ashtrays
On the bench, wooden bench
Blank my mind for a second
Can’t escape parts of hell
Like the smell of burning nylon
Exercise, memorize, try to be nice
Wait a minute.

There’s just a window…
Track Name: Small Talk
You like to bare your soul during small talk
Fascinate a stranger and walk
I guess we’re all entitled to a hobby
Meet me in the lobby, we’ll talk
Just talk.
I know these afternoons;
I know them all too well
The sound of stirring spoons
inside of coffee cups
You take it milk and two;
correct me if it’s not enough

We can roll around later on
Like we used to, it was great
Don’t you know my love is never gone
It just changes into hate
Changes into hate
Tell me what is wrong;
I’ll make sure that it goes on

You like to bare your soul during small talk
Fascinate a stranger and walk
I guess we’re all entitled to a weakness
To a little sickness, let’s talk
Just talk

We can roll around...
Track Name: Sum of Something
When I call you up
You tell me a dream and I laugh
I split up in half
When I call you up
Every time I talk to you
The closest voice in the world
Takes an international tour
Goodbye my love.

You didn’t want to take this
road with me
Shall we talk it over?
Didn’t want to take this road
Shall we talk it over?
Shall we talk it over?
Talk it over tea?
This is the sum of something that
wasn’t to be

Red red roses grow
But what do they mean?
I see you in every porno magazine
On a bench in a beautiful garden,
compliments aside
A man tried to steal my soul,
you weren’t at my side
You weren’t at my side

You didn’t want to take this
road with me…

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