TRAINS OF NO RETURN
Ofra Haza
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Law-El ani agraw aneni / La'el ani ekra aneni
Avka bachawl lailaw aneni / Evkeh bechol laila aneni
Ten tal umawtawr aneni / Ten tal umatar aneni
Oh aneni
Oh, don't let them grow again
Oh, no not again
Don't let them roll again
The trains of no return
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Law-El ani agraw aneni / La'el ani ekra aneni
Aneni, aneni
Sham za'aku kolot anenu
Ba'aru orot anenu
Netzach Yisrael anenu
Hu lo y'shaker
Kol ha'or kol hachoshech
Sheyoter mikol ra'u eich
Din ha'Elohim molech
Hem gam mevakshim
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Don't let them grow again
Don't let them burn again
Don't let them roll again
The trains of no return
We need the rain
Don't let them grow again
Don't let them burn again
Don't let them roll again
Ofra Haza
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Law-El ani agraw aneni / La'el ani ekra aneni
Avka bachawl lailaw aneni / Evkeh bechol laila aneni
Ten tal umawtawr aneni / Ten tal umatar aneni
Oh aneni
Oh, don't let them grow again
Oh, no not again
Don't let them roll again
The trains of no return
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Law-El ani agraw aneni / La'el ani ekra aneni
Aneni, aneni
Sham za'aku kolot anenu
Ba'aru orot anenu
Netzach Yisrael anenu
Hu lo y'shaker
Kol ha'or kol hachoshech
Sheyoter mikol ra'u eich
Din ha'Elohim molech
Hem gam mevakshim
Yeah, yeah yeah, we need the rain
Yeah, yeah yeah, to wash the trains
Endless nights
Tortured days
Trains of no return
Don't let them grow again
Don't let them burn again
Don't let them roll again
The trains of no return
We need the rain
Don't let them grow again
Don't let them burn again
Don't let them roll again
Black Box
Unknown
I reach out and touch the chill black face
I get the thrill inside
Curious desire; need to know
What lies behind your walls
Real world deserts me now
Thoughts drift into emptiness
Black box calling me again
The time is now... Decide within
The scream of fear... An agonizing dread
Clings to me and shows me how the end will be
The weight of time pulls me down
Fear of pain beyond the walls
Someone pull me back, someone... give me the will to get out of this
Insane desire has me now
I know it's where I need to be
Alone again in dark despair
Memory leads me back to simple times
But where to go? -- but what to do?
My thoughts continually flash
Back to you
Unknown
I reach out and touch the chill black face
I get the thrill inside
Curious desire; need to know
What lies behind your walls
Real world deserts me now
Thoughts drift into emptiness
Black box calling me again
The time is now... Decide within
The scream of fear... An agonizing dread
Clings to me and shows me how the end will be
The weight of time pulls me down
Fear of pain beyond the walls
Someone pull me back, someone... give me the will to get out of this
Insane desire has me now
I know it's where I need to be
Alone again in dark despair
Memory leads me back to simple times
But where to go? -- but what to do?
My thoughts continually flash
Back to you
Ilsa Koch
Woody Guthrie
I’m here in Buchenwald.
My number’s on my skin.
Old Ilsa Koch is here.
The prisoners walk the grounds.
The hounds have killed a girl.
The guards have shot a man.
Some more have starved to death.
Here comes the prisoner’s car.
They dump them in the pen.
They load them down the schute.
The trooper cracks their skulls.
He steals their teeth of gold.
He shoves them on the belt.
He swings that furnace door.
He slides their corpses in.
I see the chimney smoke.
I see their ashes hauled.
I see their bones in piles.
Lamp shades are made from skins.
I’m choking on the smoke.
The stink is killing me.
Old Ilsy Koch was jailed.
Old Ilsy Koch went free.
I’ve got to hush my song.
Here comes the super man.
I’ll see you later on.
I’ve got to duck and run.
Woody Guthrie
I’m here in Buchenwald.
My number’s on my skin.
Old Ilsa Koch is here.
The prisoners walk the grounds.
The hounds have killed a girl.
The guards have shot a man.
Some more have starved to death.
Here comes the prisoner’s car.
They dump them in the pen.
They load them down the schute.
The trooper cracks their skulls.
He steals their teeth of gold.
He shoves them on the belt.
He swings that furnace door.
He slides their corpses in.
I see the chimney smoke.
I see their ashes hauled.
I see their bones in piles.
Lamp shades are made from skins.
I’m choking on the smoke.
The stink is killing me.
Old Ilsy Koch was jailed.
Old Ilsy Koch went free.
I’ve got to hush my song.
Here comes the super man.
I’ll see you later on.
I’ve got to duck and run.
Ride 'Em Jewboy
Kinky Friedman
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ride, ride ‘em Jewboy,
Ride ‘em all around the old corral.
Oh, I’m, I’m with you boy
If I’ve got to ride six million miles.
Now the smokes from camps are rising
See the helpless creatures on their way.
Well, old pal, it’s still surprising
How far you can go before you stay.
Don’t you let the morning blind ya
When on your sleeve you wore the yeller star.
Old memories still live behind ya,
Can’t you see by your outfit who you are.
How long will you be driven relentless ‘round the world,
The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
Wild ponies all your dreams were broken,
Rounded up and made to move along.
The loneliness which can’t be spoken
Just swings a rope and rides inside a song.
Dead limbs play with ringless fingers
The melody which burns you deep inside.
Oh, how the song becomes the singers,
May peace be ever with you as you ride.
In the window candles glowing
Remind you that today you are a child,
The road ahead, forever rolling,
And anything worth cryin’ can be smiled.
So ride, ride ‘em Jewboy,
Ride ‘em all around the old corral.
I’m, I’m with you boy
If I’ve got to ride six million miles.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Kinky Friedman
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ride, ride ‘em Jewboy,
Ride ‘em all around the old corral.
Oh, I’m, I’m with you boy
If I’ve got to ride six million miles.
Now the smokes from camps are rising
See the helpless creatures on their way.
Well, old pal, it’s still surprising
How far you can go before you stay.
Don’t you let the morning blind ya
When on your sleeve you wore the yeller star.
Old memories still live behind ya,
Can’t you see by your outfit who you are.
How long will you be driven relentless ‘round the world,
The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
Wild ponies all your dreams were broken,
Rounded up and made to move along.
The loneliness which can’t be spoken
Just swings a rope and rides inside a song.
Dead limbs play with ringless fingers
The melody which burns you deep inside.
Oh, how the song becomes the singers,
May peace be ever with you as you ride.
In the window candles glowing
Remind you that today you are a child,
The road ahead, forever rolling,
And anything worth cryin’ can be smiled.
So ride, ride ‘em Jewboy,
Ride ‘em all around the old corral.
I’m, I’m with you boy
If I’ve got to ride six million miles.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Dachau Blues
Captain Beefheart
Dachau blues those poor jews
Dachau blues those poor jews
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in world war two's
One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues down in Dachau blues
Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor jews
The world can't forget that misery
'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
t' stop bein' madmen
'fore they have t' tell their children
'bout the burnin' back in World War Three's
War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues
Three little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
On World War Three
Captain Beefheart
Dachau blues those poor jews
Dachau blues those poor jews
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in world war two's
One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues down in Dachau blues
Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor jews
The world can't forget that misery
'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
t' stop bein' madmen
'fore they have t' tell their children
'bout the burnin' back in World War Three's
War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues
Three little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
On World War Three