Oblivion

by Ran Shevi

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credits

released January 30, 2012

Ran Shevi: vocals and rhythm guitar
Zoe Polanski: Lead guitar, backing vocals
Uri Frost: Bass
Haggai Fershtman: Drums

All lyrics by Ran Shevi, except "Full force of trouble" together with Annabelle Shemer
Produced and arranged by Uri Frost
Recorded by Ronen Roth and Omer Zussman in Pluto Studios, Tel Aviv, March 2012
Mixed by Ronen Roth and Uri Frost in Pluto Studios, Tel Aviv.
Assisted by Omer Zussman
Mastered by Christopher Athens

Elad Meidan: rhythm guitar on Roots and Written occurrence
Flora: background vocals on Roots, Memory and Joy, handcrafted by the day.
Roy Hermon: trumpet on Full force of trouble and White muse, Memory.
Udi Raz: trombone on Full force of trouble and White muse, Memory.
Nitzan Vigdorovich: violin on Written occurrence and White muse
Leah Gadaev Spektor: viola on Written occurrence and White muse
Moran Chester: cello on Written occurrence and White muse

Track list:
1. Roots / Music by Elad Meidan
2. Memory / Music by Elad Meidan
3. Full Force of trouble/ Music by Ran Shevi and Uri Frost
4. Written occurrence/ Music by Elad Meidan
5. Sacred sister / Music by Ran Shevi
6. Mystery of the day/ Music by Ran Shevi
7. Joy, handcrafted by the day / Music by Ran Shevi and Uri Frost
8. Extinct language/ Music by Ran Shevi
9. Trained muscle / Music by Ran Shevi
10. Enlightened night/ Music by Ran Shevi and Elad Meidan
11. White muse / Music by Ran Shevi, Uri Frost, Zoe Polanski and Haggai Fershtman
12. Coarse salt/ Music by Ran Shevi

Thanks to all the Gods and any form of deity, Messiahs, oracles and significant cultural icons since the agricultural revolution and to the Shevi family, Elad Meidan Rotem Tashach, Omer Horowitz, Roei Wochinsky, Itay Zfira, Yifat Leder, Annabelle Shemer.

Cover photography: Ran Shevi and Annabelle Shemer
Cover design: Olga Getmansky, Ran Shevi

Website: www.ranshevi.com
Email: ranshevi@gmail.com

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Ran Shevi Israel

Energetic rock with a variety of wild tempos, ranging from electronic vibes to rusty sounds of electric guitars. Written as independent poetry, the lyrics are combined into soft melodies that flow in tempestuous energies.

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Track Name: Roots
Roots

Beneath the midday sun above the city's rooftops

Breathing weed and milk in the soggy air.

Floating with the breeze above the roar of the city

Hour by hour.

Wave by wave,

With the breeze


Wave by wave

Hour after hour

With the breeze way above the city

A silent night among the deep eucalyptus roots of the city .

Rugs of leaves and cigarette butts slowly roasting on a stone sidewalk in the heat of a

Fading day.

Spiraling down through cracks in the pavement in the exhaustion of a blazing day

And slowly fading on a stone sidewalk in the heat of a blazing day
Track Name: Holy Memory
Memory sharp as the sound of a shattered engagement glass.

If I forget thee my world shall turn to dust

Your soft protective hand will wear a form of a razor.

A razor sharp axe paring,

Paring my fingers one by one

Each longs for the touch of your flesh.

Your flesh, your soft smooth flesh.
Paring, paring my fingers one by one, one by one, one by one.

Each longs for the touch of your flesh.

Your flesh

Your soft smooth milk white flesh.

Paring, paring, paring, my fingers, my fingers long

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one,


Each longs for the touch of your flesh.

Your flesh

Your soft smooth milk white flesh.

Memory sharp as the sound of a shattered engagement glass.
Track Name: Full Force of Trouble
In a full force of trouble we created a world
A world for two,
Each to his own
A pair of bright suns
Four walls and a moon,
A full glowing moon

Well now it looks like this
Now it feels like this
And it always comes to this
When it feels like this

File your nails my love
Sweetest love, file your nails
File your nails my love and stab them in whatever may stand
For the next wave will be higher
The next wave is about to be

In this grey ragged room
Two worlds are evolving side by side
Venomously striving,
Side by side

Lying naked on this thin bed
In the midst of the flood

C part
Great salty waves of mistrust
Our dams of seduction collapse
as i turn my back to you
watery grave rises high
Bodies sink down
bellow salty waves of mistrust

File your nails my love
My sweetest love
File your nails

File your nails my love
and stab them in whatever may stand

The next wave will be higher
The next wave is about to be
Track Name: Written Occurrence
Do you believe in the written occurrence?
Would you allow your body to sometimes flow,
Softly flow
Majestically flow?

Flow for the soft breeze of what is about to be,
Beams In the shade of a Eucalyptus tree
An elusive trail on your skin so beautiful to see
Dry leaves rattling in the breeze sculpting the see-Through channels of what is meant to be

Can you feel it dear, it's so meant to be
Wind down next to me
So written to be

It’s written in our hands
Written in the palm of your hand
It’s written in our hands
The word glows in the palm of your hand
the palm of your hand
Do you believe in our written occurrence?
Would you allow your body to sometimes flow?
Majestically flow, softly flow through the see-Through channels of what is meant to be?

can you feel it dear?
it's so meant to be
Unfold into that moment that’s yearning to be
And flow here next to me
So written to be
It’s written in our hands
Written in the palm of your hand
It’s written in our hands
The word made flesh in the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand.
Track Name: Sacred Sister
Yearning breaks out like fire in a dry deserted field.
She’s leaving today my sacred sister
Moving through me silently
Leaving behind dust and cold ashes
she passes through me silently

With this yearning for the words made flesh I wandered through your soul trying to feed this insatiable hunger in the embodiment of words

Another one of those journeys
You just can’t escape your own soul
A like that poem you quote
He who loves must leave.
so I guess that’s the ghost of presence
Looming at our door
So crystal clear those written words were spoken
With no bodies to conceive or hold

And so
Another door slams shut as I leave
The cat’s running wild,
He’s trying to escape a deserted field
Our deserted field
This Dry deserted field
A deserted field
Deserted
Track Name: Mistery of the Day
The mystery of the day

Of vodka and of wine a sweaty mid day hour so close behind

I saw your eyes shining through a fast window car

Now turning left at the end of your street

A clouded sweaty day, smell of waves and amputated memories blur the road

Vodka and wine breathe heavily facial features are swallowed by foggy memory

In the mystery of the day

As I’m trying to erase the path when we used to flow so softly through the day

And now it’s this mystery that I just can’t erase

You and your clouded foggy face that I just can’t erase

In the exhaustion of the blazing day I would shove my hands into the sand borrows to repeatedly recapture your sole
Track Name: Joy, Handcrafted by the Day
Handcrafted by the day ,

Under a white sky oblivion

Lingers between our bored fingers, oblivion

Bitten nails and bald spots fragrance of happy dreams

Handcrafted by the day, our happy dreams

Joy joy and happiness

Our miserable joy sculpts

Stone-cold walls of happiness

Eyelash by eyelash I rip in a slow and repetitive motion

And press my fingers up against your lips,

Eyelash by eyelash,

For the sake of all our sacred dreams my dear, just a few

Funny marks on wrists and ankles.

Handcrafted by the day funny marks on wrists and ankles.


Joy joy and happiness

Our miserable joy sculpts

Stone-cold walls of happiness



joy, joy and happiness

Our miserable joy sculpts

Stone-cold walls of happiness


Helplessly lying naked on our backs

Bare wounds, exposed in the dark.


Helplessly lying naked on our backs

Bare wounds, glow.


Joy joy and happiness

Our miserable joy sculpts

Stone-cold walls of happiness

Our miserable happiness

Four walls of joyful love

Turned cold fields of happiness
Track Name: Extinct Language
Extinct language

Early morning hour lying helpless in this grey ragged salty room.
Exhaustion mutters,
Cruel venomous motion.
And so, our language has been burnt
Blue numbness and islands of anxiety in a grey sea of words,
longing for an extinct language.
A grey sea of words,
longing as we're slowly sinking in a grey ocean of oblivion.

A grey sea of words longing for an extinct language.
and our language has been burnt
lying helpless in this cursed room
craving our extinct language.

Our ghost grows crazy in this cursed room
They’re craving our extinct language

and our language has been burnt
Track Name: Trained Muscle
Trained muscle
At the heart of a lie
My teeth are sunken in
In the force of my light-weighted head
The ring gently slides from my finger
Slamming down every wave that there’s to rise from the deaf of your soul, your little soul, your troubled little soul

In the path of distant memory
Now way beyond reach, five arched fingers
gather around the thin ring
Trying to feed an insatiable hunger
A voice of a weeping woman.
That deceiving sound of hope

As our unborn child lies under the scalpel again I repeat
A sinister cycle of words
Sliding my hand over the heart of a lie reinjuring bare wounds,
Slowly healing again and again

When we’re so scared to comprehend
That which is known to all
Covering the exposed in a thick blanket
Of dry vine leaves.
Crumbling with the heavy curbstone wind
Rising tall heavy waves rising
With the heavy curbstone wind
Deep within your troubled little soul
Heavy curbstone wind

We’ll slam them down
One by one, my love
I’ll slam them down
One by one
But oh, now can you feel it, dear?

It can happen
It can most definitely happen
when there is nothing like eyes shut -
Our most trained muscle

At the heart of a lie sunken in
Eyes shut,
So scared to comprehend my teeth are sunken in
So deep sunken in
Track Name: Enlightened Night
So many eyes follow our movement as we’re captive in our blindness so sweet.

Oh please now tell me the price I’ll have to pay when the day breaks on this

Enlightened night.

Among the path of our capabilities, winding and ramified as branches of vine.

Like the taste of sweet drunkenness

Running up in our veins

And unfolding our souls

Pulling our bodies so tight to one another

Holy wine trickles from your eyes

Sweet hazel grin

An ancient secret is camouflaged behind your lips.

An ancient spell craving to burst so tell wise old tribesmen in your eyes.

An ancient secret bubbles from your lips,

An ancient spell craving to burst,

Tell me the price I’ll have to pay when the day breaks on this enlightened night.

Too many eyes so tensely set on us.

So many eyes are tensely set on us.

Too many eyes in the morning will go blind.
Track Name: White Muse
The white muse

The white muse was viciously raped, a drunk poet at the brake of dawn claimed his

relentless revenge…

Her perfect body was found ripped. left in the shade of an old eucalyptus alongside a

rusty swing a fenced playground in the heart of the city.

A pair of black crows were pecking at her corpse….

pecking at her corpse….

No song will meet my needs.

It won’t be able to erase this flickering question mark at the end of every sentence

A noon of day, a sunny Saturday, a dark haired child sculpts

A white castle in the sand

A white castle in the sand…

The white muse, raped

Dark haired child, raped

A drunk poet at the brake of dawn claimed revenge

revenge relentless revenge

The white muse was viciously raped
Track Name: Coarse Salt
The air stands still in the room
Early night, smoke twisting
Four white walls and I’m clinging
Before my blinding
Eyes, I freeze

Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep in their elusive shade

The sweet room of the night
Much too early,
Trying to fill your absence
With thick layers of
Coarse salt

A salty dreamless bed with the absence of you
The trail of your smell still soaked in the sheets

Behind the horror paths of our abilities,
Hiding my head among the shriveled branches of memory,
Trying to fall asleep with coarse salt, coarse salt

feeling the absence of you
much too early
Five years before dawn,
Too early with the absence of you