Bat Qolective 2 - Recipe For Fate

Anthem

One night I stood at my table

Candles were lighting up the dark

I looked into my book

I felt a holy spark

I look up at my children

The looked back at me and I said

A blessing upon you all

A blessing upon you head

I thought I saw my savta

A generation maybe two past

Like her I wear a silken robe

Mine is tied up to last

Our eldest sits to my left

My husband sits on my right

I hold our glass high

I wish my savta good night

The wine is dark as memory

The bread is warm and white

I speak the ancient words aloud

That carry us through night

My daughter mouths them with me now

She nearly knows them all

How soon passing the light comes

How gently we stand tall

The candles lean together

As if they too would pray

I think of all the tables lit

On every Shabbat day

A chain of light through centuries

Each candle a life and a name

And here we add our little light

To join that dancing flame

My son asks why we do this

His eyes are dark and bright

I tell him we remember

By doing, every Sabbath night

The answer is the ritual

The meaning is the act

To live inside the question

Is how we keep the pact

When I am savta someday

When my memory grows thin

I hope a grandchild looks at me

And quietly lets me in

To their table, to their candles

To words I taught them well

A blessing passed from hand to hand

The oldest tale to tell

Bittersweet Bridge

This world? It's a narrow bridge

Such a narrow bridge

A very narrow bridge

This world? It's a narrow bridge

A very narrow bridge

And the main thing to recall

Is not to fear

Not to fear at all

You can forget everything else

But this recall

NEVER FEAR AT ALL

JERUSALEM WHEN I SIN

A ball and chain called pop culture

Pretends to change the system from within

Maybe this works in the Matrix

But even there nothing really changes

In Jerusalem when I sin

Some are guided by oracles or architects

Others by a strangeness deep within

Some are guided by keymakers or radio on XM

But nothing ever changes

In Jerusalem when I sin

Sometimes I know I’m a sucker

With a mind that’s rice paper thin

Even then, though, nothing can stop me

From trying to change

In Jerusalem when I sin

A ghost in the machine keeps whispering

That the walls were built from within

Maybe this works in the desert

But even the sand keeps shifting

In Jerusalem when I sin

Some are guided by prophets or patterns

Others by the noise of the wind

Some are guided by memory or madness

But the city stays holy

In Jerusalem when I sin

JUST THINK ABOUT IT

Trombetsky called out on the street

Dear God can you help me?

It’s taken years and I now need to leep

Dear God can you help me?

He talks on and tries to stay on track

He tries but t’aint easy

He starts to whistle while walking the street

It’s tuneless not breezy

He yells “think twice!”

I’ve been ejected from Paradise

I’ve paid a price

But for you it’s just a normal day in Paradise

He calls out to my Dad on the street

In Ke Far Med Oo Ah

I am here and I’m not complete

In Ke Far Med Oo Ah

He yells “Think twice!”

I’ve been ejected from Paradise

I’ve paid my price

But for you it’s just another day in Paradise

[Bridge]

Nu, dear God is there nothing anybody can do

Please, dear God, there must be something someone can say

Trombetsky has lines on his face

We all know that he’s been there

Driving his hippie van to every place

But never fitting in there

Please yell “Think twice!”

Or you’ll be ejected from Paradise

Nu! Think twice!