Δυο μεγάλα τραγούδια, εντελώς σύγχρονα 4 δεκαετίες + μετά, από το συγκρότημα της τεραστίων κυβικών περφόρμερ.
Ιδίως για το δεύτερο, η μόνη λέξη για μένα [εξακολουθεί να] είναι : “συγκλονιστικό”.
Παρά τις τεχνικές ατέλειες “εποχής”, τα βίντεο λειτουργούν – όχι μόνο ως ανάμνηση.

Two great songs, totally up-to-date 4 decades + later, by the enormous performer’s outfit.
Especially for the second one, “staggering” is [still] the only word for me.
Despite the technical imperfections of the era, videos work – not only as a memory.

00:00 Arabian Knights 03:07 Israel

The jewel, the prize
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I heard a rumor — it was just a rumor
I heard a rumor — what have you done to her
Myriad lights — they said I’d be impressed
Arabian Knights — at your primitive best
A tourist oasis — reflects in seedy sunshades
A monstrous oil tanker
Its wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumor — what have you done to her
I heard a rumor — what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheep’s eyes — no forks or knives
Myriad lights — they said I’d be impressed
Arabian Knights — at your primitive best


Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing, singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That’s why they’re singing, singing
Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth, turned bitter in its glass
Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel
Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings
Now hidden in disguise, cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your hearts alive with a song from inside
Even though we’re all alone
We are never on our own when we’re singing, singing
Home, home
There’s a man who’s looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he’s singing, singing
See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging, maddening
In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel
In Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel
In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel