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...

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

Every kid dreams of gettin’ out one day / And I’ve been dreamin’ of stealin’ away

Jersey girl comes from down by the shore You wonder what she came back here for You thought for sure she left you behind ‘Cause she been...

Won’t you please release me / Won’t you please help me / Won’t you please free me / From this restlessness ...

I’m what you call a rock’n’roll bastard ... you either love me or you hate me.

I sang the pain and anguish of the city / I sang melodies of hope and despair / I sang all at once of the ugliness and beauty ...

Well I believe with a full belief / That The Messiah will put in an appearance soon ...

Oooooooh all right / The streets of the city come alive tonight / Oooooooh all right / The Old City walls shine golden tonight

Oooooooh all right / The Old City alleys come alive tonight / Oooooooh all right / The Western Wall shines golden tonight

Atonement’s over it’s Saturday night, the hard heavy day is over

Well riding these buses is like riding a surfboard / Don’t hold on tight and you’ll get thrown overboard

We gotta celebrate our last days of freedom /Make the best of them before they're gone

No one seems to remember the way it used to be / Looks like everybody’s new here but the old chevra and me

I say hey! / I say heey-ey! / The streets of the city come alive tonight / The Old City walls shine golden tonight.