הכל לטובה - בהופעה חיה בירושלים 10​.​5​.​14 // Tova (A good project) - Live in Jerusalem May 10th 2014

by Sha'anan Streett

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credits

released May 10, 2017

Shaanan Streett: Vocals
Elran Dekel: Bass Guitar & backing vocals
Joseph E Shine: Guitars & backing vocals
Alon Freeman: Keyboards & backing vocals
Nadav Luzia: Drums, Sampler & backing vocals
David Klemes: Farfisa keyboard (on December, January & June), backing vocals (on June), tambourine (on Naaley Habait)
Shlomi Alon: Flute (on March & Early May), Saxophone (on June), backing vocals (on March & June)
Shlomi Shaban: Piano (on Late May & June), backing vocals (on June)
Sefi Zisling: Trumpet (on January, February, March, Early May, Late May & June), backing vocals (on June)
Yair Slutzki: Tromboune (on January, February, March, Early May, Late May & June), backing vocals (on June)
Tula (Tal Ben Ari); Backing vocals (on Early May & June)

Recorded by Yossi Lugasy @ the Zappa Jerusalem club on May 10th 2014
Live versions produced by: Elran Dekel
Sound engineer: Yossi Lugasy
Lights: Dan Keinan
Stage manager: Arik Girel
Production: Roy Behar

Management Shaanan Streett: Sigal Gonen, sigalrm1@gmail.com
Branding & PR: Ruty Marom
Online marketing: Dice Marketing

Thank you very much Dave Bianchi & Laurent Briet, Zappa & Hatav Hashmini.
Peace and love to my family and friends

הפקה מוסיקלית: אלרן דקל

הוקלט במועדון זאפה ירושלים 10.5.14 על ידי יוסי לוגסי
סאונד: יוסי לוגסי, תאורה: דן קינן, ניהול במה: אריק גירל, הפקה בפועל: רועי בכר

ניהול אישי שאנן סטריט: סיגל גונן sigalrm1@gmail.com
מיתוג ותקשורת: רותי מרום
שיווק אינטרנטי: דייס מרקטינג

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Track Name: August
my sister won't see this autumn approaching
'cause she died in spring
n' i can't recall where she drove me that morning
can't remember a thing
as i walk through this park
n' spy at the people enjoying
late august's late afternoon breeze
i note to myself that when this city's in motion
it seems rather normal- then suddenly i freeze
for i realize that memories with missing details
are like memories that are destined to be doomed
because it's not like i can call her "yo sis what up?
can you call please once you get out from under your tomb?"
n’ i can't afford to forget so i recite over n’ over
where we met what she wore what she did with her hair
i know i got in that car, i know she was coughing
i know she was driving but i don't know where
it's so weird what happened so fucked up n’ sad
and so unfair and senseless and cruel
and trying to recover trying to get back to normal
is like trying to get comfortable on a wobbly stool
i like the park at these hours all the people i follow
are helplessly unaware
as the time ticks away the light dims and decays
and instead of just spying i stare
i stare at a middle aged couple hugging they're hungry for loving
their lust means they must be betraying their spouses
stare at teens on a bench exchanging first glances
then handshakes then money then finally ounces
i stare at a good looking woman- she’s young and proportioned
but she notices and stares back with rage
"you dumb fuck!" i tell myself "your sister might know her
they look pretty much the same age"
it's so weird what happened so fucked up n’ sad
and so unfair and senseless and cruel
and trying to recover trying to get back to normal
is like trying to win a horse race when you're riding a mule
i'm working i'm eating i get drunk i live
but in a way it's like pretending that there's light in pitch dark
and that notion follows me always including right now
on this bench as the sun sets in the park
early evenings attract lots of mosquitoes n’ fleas
i leave myself at their mercy "bite away as you please"
then i get up and slowly walk away
i guess you can call this an ok day
it's so weird what happened so fucked up n’ sad
and so unfair and senseless and cruel
and trying to recover trying to get back to normal
is like trying to win a horse race when you're riding a mule
oh! it's so weird what happened so fucked up n’ sad
and so unfair and senseless and cruel
and trying to recover trying to get back to normal
is like pretending you're a genius when you know you're a fool.
Track Name: September
i bury myself with work pile it on
stretch myself to the limit 18,19 hour days
i bury myself- take on
a zillion projects regardless of importance or how much they pay
i bury myself work as hard as i can
work til’ my body hurts then work a bit more
i bury myself- work the clock all around
work me down the drain work me flat to the floor
i put in hours of effort and sweat
try to distance myself from feeling upset
but no matter how much i detour i zig i zag and i curve
i stay way too close to that hot wire that nerve
that source of raw pain-
i bury myself- and i think of you so much – it's insane.
i bury myself in booze drown myself in drink
swamp myself in spirit from first to final call
i bury myself- i wallow in whisky vacuum vodka til’ i vomit
but i drink to stand not to fall.
i bury myself i'm drinking right now too
a pint of guiness if you must be informed.
i bury myself and think how my notions of you
recently seem to have somewhat transformed
for from dwelling on your last day in this world
so miserable and weak, so feeble you were…
i think now more of dumb little things
catch phrases you'd use , the songs you would sing
i bury myself…
'cause i think of you so much, i think of you so much it's insane.
i bury myself it's the only way i know
that assists me and comforts and helps me not feel
that your death and your absence
an earthquake shook me my structure’s unsteady
can no longer conceal
my internal turmoil my unsound soul
incapability to continue in a life so chaotic
my loneliness n’ grief the lack of relief
i bury myself…
'cause i think of you so much, i think of you so much, n’ i think of you so damn much! it's psychotic.
Track Name: October
paranoid scared frightened terrified
paranoid scared frightened terrified
that my know it all father will come home one night
get a heart attack fall off his couch n' die
and that his, you know, second wife will expect me to comfort her
when she cries
terrified paranoid scared frightened
that my mom who spent her whole life in search of
enlightenment
will take fifty pills make her whole system halt
and in the note that she leaves – she'll hint it's my fault
frightened terrified paranoid scared
that one of these days when i'm a bit unaware
my son will climb on a table or a chair
then fall and smash his head on the edge of a stair
and that's it! it can happen life's very unfair.
scared frightened terrified paranoid
that my wife will talk back to someone get him annoyed
he'll go nuts n' she'll try to avoid him but he'll drag her
under the threats of a dagger to a dark dark alley n' stab her
that's why whenever she's late every second feels like
an hour
and how can i not be scared
those little poisonous fuckers are everywhere
just heard my manager got cancer like yours
tried to say something nice to her but stuttered and paused
because i don't believe one can defeat that disease
if you lost then she'll make it? please.
life's full of traps when you fall there's no use fighting
so how the hell can i quit being frightened
how is it possible to not be terrified
to me my phobias are all very justified
like sometimes i know that i'll crack
that it's a matter of time before my brain loses track
and arrives at the station where there's no turning back
join crack addicts and old timers with alzheimers
live with feet on the ground and my head in a void
and i know that day's coming- i'm not paranoid
drove over to see you last weekend you know
just wanted to check on you, say hello
i saw the gate was closed so i approached kind of slowly
a sign read: "mt. saul cemetery weekdays only"
they sealed the whole place off like a fort
if I had any energy in me i'd take this one to court
n' make those fuckers open every day of the year
this ain't no museum you're buried here
they want to tell me when to drop by to say hi?
don't they know it's inconvenient enough that you died?
why do they meddle in my affairs?
when i want to visit is my business not theirs
i hate those assholes with a passion
ought to go there next weekend and just start smashing
n' trash that fancy office and that fence
because angry beats the shit out of scared and
depressed.
Track Name: November
winter brings with it winter brings with it good views n'
good news- b's pregnant again
we kind of figured, kind of figured, little shali- precious
shali- was in need of a friend
b called me over the other day and said: "you gotta see this"
then showed me in a book how the thing turned from embryo to fetus
but for both of us this time around is kind of weird
first of all it's our second time and second thing is you're not here
n' my emotions, my emotions still so bottled…
and i am still unsettled unstill still staltred
shali misses you n' kisses your picture
and he wishes you could read him a book
i am more reserved more realistic
all this wishing stuff just gets on my nerves
but i still hope that maybe somehow someway someday
i'll receive some sort of signal letting me know you're ok
sometimes at night i feel a lack of air in my lungs
then i remember you used to live like this for so long…
b she cries a lot she misses you and wishes you two
could at least talk on the phone
i am more reserved more realistic
all this wishing stuff just gets on my nerves
when i was at your place last time it was so quiet
no noisy traffic nearby no funerals just silence
I sat there for a while- me and that stone the one that you are under
then suddenly i froze from head to toes came to a shudder
because the stone – i swear it seemed to be living!
reddish veins running through it i swear i could feel the thing breathing!
"i'm going mad" i thought "better go home better take a shower"
then in an empty grave next to yours i saw a wild flower
and it's almost like your beauty's now in that flower
and it's almost like your beauty's now in that stone
and if that is true, if your beauty lives on
well then it's almost like i am not so alone
but i still hope that maybe somehow someway someday
i'll receive some sort of signal letting me know you're ok
winter brings with it, winter brings with it good views and
good news b's pregnant again
Track Name: December
it was a year ago exactly when we all took off
you seemed totally healthy except for that cough
but the truth is by that time the doctors already knew
it was the one thing those mother fuckers got right too
you had convinced your three brothers to take a break from their lives
and fly to italy, to tuscany for ten days with their wives
brother two- he was game right away
after a while you won over brother three
brother one- he was the hardest to persuade
brother one brother one is me.
why did i have to be so stubborn, damn!
was it really finances or something way deeper
a year later, still trying to understand
dive into that dirt like a chimneysweeper
so, off we went and i'm so glad we did
the plane landed in rome hit the ground and skid
then we got a small car n' drove through the night
when we finally found the place it was almost light
within twelve hours everyone arrived
all together for the very last time in our lives
a year has passed and once again it's new year's eve
i don't feel like partying all i want to do is grieve
reminisce recall those moments of bliss
and hope in hearts so naive
you were so healthy n' so beautiful the whole time we were away
your only concern was to seize the day
carpe' diem drove to rome took a look at the coliseum
weren't supposed to have wine but you still had some
ordered desserts made sure to have fun
bought different kinds of cheese
in little tiny village factories but actually
looking back i think we all kind of knew without knowing
that that vacation was too good to be true
looking back at those final and incredible moments
i know now that i owe them to you
i'm having a real weird month
so many people that i just want to kill
the world's full of assholes the days don't move
i've had enough of this life. i've had my fill.
a year has passed and once again it's new year's eve
i don't feel like partying all i want to do is grieve
reminisce recall those moments of bliss
and hope in hearts so naive
a year has passed and once again it's new year's eve
but i played all my cards ain't nothin' left up my sleeve
people keep telling me in time the pain will heal
and tonight's new year's eve- big fucking deal. big fucking deal. big fucking deal.
Track Name: January
i think i've been feeling some change in my life
like more optimistic maybe, or more alive
could be 'cause we finally moved to the new place
or because i got this job offer that might earn me a raise
yeah i'm almost sure something in me is more sound
the other day i even found parking down town
and there was no traffic on the way home for quite a while
n' some chick at the bar told me that i have a nice smile
it was b's birthday last week we saw the new woodie allen
it was about the importance of luck in our lives
i liked it, believed it, didn't mind the british accent
could relate to the thin line between morals and lies
after the film we started talking about cinema and music
similarities between the two
minutes later b and i we were discussing the future
which is something that since you passed- we almost don't do
your absence from my life
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it stings
but in all honesty
i must admit that
sometimes i live other things
your absence from my life
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it stings
but in all honesty
i must admit that
sometimes i live other things
i lost my voice before a show last week n' got stressed out
started thinking that this hoarseness is really about
my profession that it's my body saying cut it out already
grow up already quit this bullshit find something steady
something less nerve racking and more secure
something that stays in one place and doesn't tour
b's pregnant now she'd love it if i'd work fewer hours
if we'd have some time that was actually ours
i went on dwelling getting more and more tense
then in the midst of my anxiety i felt immense relief
smiled to myself in disbelief
because the fact that i still have to tackle this type of grief
means at least one thing in my soul is still steady
that reflection alone helped my worries seem petty
made my body less sweaty
when it was time to perform- well i felt almost ready
your absence from my life
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it stings
but in all honesty
i hope it's ok that
sometimes i live other things
your absence from my life
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it stings
but in all honesty
i hope it's ok that
sometimes i live other things
i had this horrible dream last night in which i approached from a distance
at first you looked just like you did before the cancer did this
but when i got closer i noticed you were full of needle marks
n' in your left palm you tried to conceal something dark
when i asked you to you showed me it was a pair of pliers
"i can't help it!" you cried, "it's burning me! it's burning me like fire!
and this twisting of my skin is the only way to ease my pain!"
i wanted to say something, do something- but i knew it was in vein
your absence from my life
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it's stinging
n' just when i think i have it under control
like a church bell from hell it starts ringing
your absence from my life
like a church bell from hell it starts ringing
it hurts me it burns me
from the inside it's stinging
n' just when i think i have it under control
Track Name: February
something's gonna drag me down soon- that's clear
a memory of some sort a child's tear
something's gonna drag me down before too long
maybe a photo, i don't know, maybe this song
february can be real brutal
but this year we're getting lots of sunny days
life has its way of pampering you sometimes
in meaningless n' stupid n' pathetic sort of ways
i've had some new found creativity flowing through me
a buzz of opinions and ideas gushing through me
most days n' most nights are a lot less gloomy
it's like i look at myself and i see a new me
well maybe 'new' isn't exactly what i mean
because it's more like i feel that what i'm actually seeing
is a freer me an easier me not a bitter me a sweeter me
the kind of me i could have been if this wouldn't have happened or if my heart was tin
but then again in the back of my head
i know this can't last there's a giant slope ahead
it's all a matter of when i begin the descent
to the depths that no one can mend
something's gonna drag me down soon- that's clear
a memory of some sort a child's tear
something's gonna drag me down before too long
maybe a photo, i don't know, maybe this song, maybe this song
going to a party later tonight
don't really want to but i should be polite
to the people who invited me- friends of mine
sometimes i have pictures of them in my mind
at your funeral all red eyed n' teary
tonight their gonna be all chit chat n' cheery
at your funeral with stubble n' a trembling bottom lip
tonight at the party they'll all attempt to look hip
hop around, maybe dance a little
have a drink eye a woman and advance a little
do just what i would have done once upon a time
before the mutant cell you were hosting committed its crime
before it picked you in your prime- but that's enough!
please! please no more of this stuff!
these thoughts and myself just like bonnie n' clyde
the party's starting i better get ready so i don't miss my ride
something's gonna drag me down soon- that's clear
a memory of some sort a child's tear
something's gonna drag me down before too long
maybe a photo, i don't know, maybe this…
maybe this party tonight who knows… maybe this song, probably this song.
something's gonna drag me down soon that's clear
a menu a street sign a child's tear
something's gonna drag me down before too long
Track Name: March
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
it's like i'm on a drug that distorts perception
the other day i called a friend – just to ask a question
didn't pick up at home, tried his cel. again no answer
i knew immediately it meant he was diagnosed with cancer
or a couple of other friends of mine
who told me not too long ago
that their son's got a cold- a runny nose – all the time
they're dying to know what crazy virus this is – and i know
it's not a virus at all, it's the mutant cell
and they're both about to fall just where i fell
every stomach ache i hear of, every cough, every new freckle
means another sorry sucker ain't gotta worry about shekels
because he now faces hardships on a much larger scale
make all the shit he's been through seem pretty pale
n' pretty soon he'll be poisoned, chopped up with knives
hopelessly hoping he'll somehow survive
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
i've also been thinking about the sex life you had
how many guys were there at all? shit like that
i could probably find out, i think
ask your girlfriends or brother two who knew more about these things
because when you were around i couldn't bring myself to listen
but now i want to find out before it's all too distant
since everything about you is now past
i sometimes have an urge to get more knowledge fast
save as much as i can in a special memory bank
have a designated hard disk treasure chest fuel tank
on a kitchen shelf like a cookie jar calling a kid
then when it's enough i can just shut the lid
so how many guys fucked you? 2? 3? 4?
4's enough you were young i hope it wasn't more…
well actually fuck it! i hope there were ten
it's not like you'll be going at it ever again.
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste
seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face
am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison
plaguing polluting defying destroying
and you were the baby girl
you were the little baby girl
you were the little baby girl who finally appeared
after three boys after a dozen years
you were the little baby girl the oxygen mask
in the choking family structure, but the task
of being the one who holds the candle-
was simply too much for you to handle
playing your role caused you stress
that resulted in a cancerous tumor in your chest
and now that your life came to its tragic ending
i know it's time for me to quit pretending.
Track Name: Early May
glancing through a random book i took from the shelf
i came across a little note you wrote
you wished b a long long life of happiness and health
and hoped she'd enjoy the gift you bought
little bits roaming around little bits little bits
appearing disappearing whenever they think it fits
little bits popping in and out day and night uninvited
little bits all around me no matter what i've decided
i'm old enough to know not to rely on my memory
because everything too painful to remember i forgot
pity me if you want to if you wish to you can envy me
the fact remains i rule at letting ripe reflections rot
little bits floating around little bits little bits
appearing disappearing whenever they think it fits
little bits popping in and out day and night uninvited
little bits all around me no matter what i've decided
and in time the little bits will shrink even more
the photos will get moldy and the notes will be torn
and in time i'll be old and forgetful
n' the little bits will go back wherever the fuck that they came from
and in time i'll be gone and buried myself
become a bunch of little bits tormenting someone else
and in time i'll get used to this sorrow and fear
and tomorrow it is going to be exactly one year, dear.
Track Name: Late May
the truth is i have nothing new to say
i feel like i have said it all already
threw everything i had at you
threw it far and away
the truth is i have nothing new to say
i feel like i have said it all already
threw everything i had at you
threw it far and away
and now it's all slowly landing
slowly sinking like confetti
Track Name: June
june 27th 1330 b's water broke
sholtry after she started screaming
we rushed to the car full of fear and of hope
on our way to a brand new beginning
mid day traffic didn't make things easier
close to panic rear view mirror helped me see her
leaning and moaning
tearing and groaning
if i get cancer i'm gonna get drunk as a pig
and jump off the tallest building i can find
so i won't be the one who was defeated by disease
i'll be the artist type suffering from an unstable mind
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
second push and a head was out
third and here's a body and a baby crying
two days later brought our baby to our house
named him ari, which is hebrew for lion
and i hope and pray he'll be strong
you gosta be tuff to make it
in this treacherous planet where we attempt to belong
but wind up just like babies misunderstood and naked
ran into saul last night- he's back on the smack
didn't look me in the eye when i stopped to say hi
he was clean for 4 years and now he's back doin' shit
i guess his mama dying last month has something to do with it
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
my beautiful baby is crying right now
so helpless in agony so pure
i stare at him suffer in solitude
he's a baby but his pain's so mature.
it's a crazy mixed up world and a dangerous planet
it's a doggy dog world and a treacherous planet
Track Name: July
a dozen months ago i started this poetry diary project thing
i felt my feet falling and i knew i had to cling
to the only things in this world that are part of my heart
my wife n' kids of course but also my art
que sera sera what will be? no clue!
let the world dictate my life my pen followed through
never lied never tried to hide what i felt i said
when it was time to cry i cried, time to bleed i bled
and am i happy now? nope. don't use the word hope
optimism seems to slip between my fingers like soap
but something very deep in me can now see things differently
because now at least i know i can cope.
followed this almost scientific epic almost religiously
at times found myself wishing i could take this less seriously
in the midst of raw agony the search for something esthetic
didn't come naturally sometimes i felt quite pathetic
killing the screens like i did spilling the beans like i did
remaining unshielded unprotected like a kid
on a long long journey towards youth
every step taking me both closer and farther from truth
and am i happy now? nope. don't use the word hope
optimism seems to slip between my fingers like soap
but something very deep in me can now see things differently
because now at least i know i can cope.
listening closely to my baby breathe i started thinking
how horrible it would be to not hear his tiny breath
every moment in my day contains some nothing
every instant in my life carries death
i'll never forget i had a little sister
never cease to love and to miss her
have thoughts concerning her for as long as i live
imaginations contemplations various kinds of "what if…"
are destined to be part of me forever, however
time made me clever now i realize
i've got a whole lot more than just tears in these eyes
i've got a whole lot more than just tears in my eyes
and am i happy now? nope. don't use the word hope
optimism seems to slip between my fingers like soap
but something very deep in me does now see things differently
because now i know, i can cope.
a dozen months ago i started this poetry diary project thing
i was at an all time low, hanging from very thin string
one year later- a proud father of two boys
occupied insanely with diapers and toys
i know i'm in a better place because shit!
life showed me it's ugly side and i faced it
only once in a while i get weak in the knees
Tova Yael Streett rest in peace, please.
Track Name: נעלי הבית (Slippers)
נעלי הבית מקבלות אותי כמו שאני
אין להן צפיות, ממני
חיכו לי כל הקיץ בסבלנות רבה
יכף או עם גרביים, העיקר שאני בא

הכורסא של הטלויזיה, עושה אותי רגוע
לגמרי לא מזיז לה, שלא החלפתי מכנסיים שבוע
חושבת שאנחנו מתאימים בדיוק
גם אם לפעמיים, בורח פיקפוק
המזרון והכרית, מאמצים אותי בחום
אשכרה מתבאסים, שמאיר אור יום

בבית אני אהוב
בחוץ אני שפוט קפוט חמוץ
עקום נחות כתום טחון הלום
בבית אני אהוב
בחוץ אני שבור עמוס שבוז
מבאוס עצוב חלוד צרוד רפוס
בבית אני אהוב, בבית
כן בבית אני אהוב, בבית

נעלי הבית מקבלות אותי בדיוק כמו שאני
ולא אין להן שום צפיות, ממני
חיכו לי כל הקיץ בסבלנות רבה
יכף או עם גרביים העיקר שאני בא

הפיג'מה לא שואלת למה?
המקלחת לא נרתעת, מלטפת לי ת'תחת
הקומקום עושה לי כוס קפה
המראה אומרת לי "וואלק אתה יפה"

בבית אני אהוב...