An emotional traffic report

Leave my everyday behind My responsibilities are over and done At least for the meantime It’s time to get out and have some fun Throw my...

It’s so much easier To sit and play games Taking no responsibility And shifting all the blame Shirking all my duty And desires all the...

Well I’m home I’m safe I didn’t do anything stupid I’m home I’m free I’m in control, I’m lucid I went out On the town Not quite sure what...

You listen to the radio These days it’s getting harder to find a good band Now that we’re all a bit older Looks like we’ve reached a...

End of the season and the melancholy won’t leave me.

Remember when we used to walk down the Boardwalk When we used to watch the sun melt into the sea When we’d sit in the moonlight in front...

I don’t know what I did To deserve that kind of treatment from you Maybe you could tell me ‘Cause I’ve racked my brains and still can’t...

Paean to the stereotypical IDF sergeant major.

Our life is in the garbage / Deep deep in the garbage.

Standing in front of my mirror molding my hair into shape Crisp white suite and blue shirt under my gold superhero cape I had flight in...

I wish to express my gratitude to American Songwriter magazine, one of the few publications I subscribe to, for featuring me as Member of...

What is happening? Why can’t I get it out of me? There’s so much locked inside me And I can’t find a key There’s just one more song One...

The scorching sun is causing me to move around Within the riverfront park in this trendy little town With a fire lit underneath me, I...

Greg wants to be a stockbroker And Jake wants to teach in school Allen wants to be a big-time joker And Chaim wants to deal in jewels...

Bored as hell, I’m turning into gel Nothing here for me to do Feeling weak and crazy from the heat I’m going insane, how about you I...

Not enough drugs, not enough dance Not enough angst or anti-mainstream stance A hopeless romantic doesn’t stand a chance Where do I fit...

Too many words clammed up inside Too many thoughts believed lost Too many fantasies forced to hide Too many plans written off Too many...

Listen all you punks who think you can get away with murder Making us easy targets for your hate Taking full advantage of our respect for...

(These words, spoken like a prophet, were written yesterday by my friend Yitzchok Mayer Malek, on a day of celebration marred by violence...