Aaron on HarHaZeitim
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I think I saw your grandfather in the neighborhood
on the way over to your well put epitaph
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I wish I could be here for long enough to smell your smoke
to clearly hear your chastisement of love
In the endless wind of this hot Ellul day
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I feel you thanking me for coming
and then I imagine you questioning the idea of davening here at the kever of your body
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But I'd gladly travel six thousand miles for the chance of being bundled with your ever life bound soul again
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Now, after lingering, I actually have got to go
Reminds me of how I used to stay after lunch until you would "throw me out"
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I'm beginning conjuring your countenance,
making a peace sign,
sending me off

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Aaron on HarHaZeitim

I think I saw your grandfather in the neighborhood

on the way over to your well put epitaph

You might say I spit nickels to get here 

Yet it was right before me all along. 

(So now I feel like a Silly Billy!)

I wish I could be here for long enough to smell your smoke

to clearly hear your chastisement of love 

In the endless wind of this hot Elul day

I think of you thanking me for coming

and  then I imagine you questioning the idea of davening here at the kever of your body

But I'd gladly travel six thousand miles for the chance of being bundled with your ever life bound soul again

Now, after lingering, I actually have got to go

(The way I used to stay after lunch until you would  "throw me out")

I begin to conjure your countenance,

making a peace sign,

sending me off

Now, after lingering, I actually have got to go

(The way I used to stay after lunch until you would  "throw me out")

I begin to conjure your countenance,

making a peace sign,

sending me off

I'm floating and flying high
in my bed against the wall
performing my one may show
in the light and the shadows

and then I dream that I'm from
an African tribe, in Kenya, and
amidst the dancing crowd my
mother awaits to embrace me

joyously engulfing me in love,
she steps back, to see a pale
rail thin, little Jewish boy from
Queens, New York, USA, and

I awaken and question home.

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I'm floating and flying high and
in my bed against the wall I'm
performing my one man show
in the light and the shadows


and then I dream that I'm from
an African tribe, in Kenya, and
amidst the dancing crowd my
mother awaits to embrace me

joyously engulfing me in love,
she steps back, to see a pale
rail thin, little Jewish boy from
Queens, New York, USA, and

I awaken and question home.

It's Always The Lake

written circa 1999

Shalom and Miri Shiri
Almost pass her by
Miri hears the water call
Quietly rippling, sparkling

Shalom hears his daughter
He takes her hand
She holds his love
They walk closer
Smiling together