Watch out Bob Dylan. Yerachmiel Goldstein is coming.
Yerachmiel is a folk singer from New York. His music evokes the folk music of the 60's but is heavily influenced by his chassidic learning and Jewish studies.
This music is powerful, folks. Press play and enter his world.
[audio:http://mayanotinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/The-sun.mp3|titles=The Sun by Yerachmiel Goldstein]
The sky is fixed
In moonlit eyes
Never asking why
Nor to know
And the sea tells the sun
Who asks the one
Where did I come from
And go
But who cares!
They cried
At the limited sky
Never asking why
Nor to know
Well I’ve done my share
To all those who care
And I guess
There’s not much more
So shouting I sighed
To the men who cried
Always saying goodbye
To the sun
Well do I go
Where the sun begins to snow
And the fun begins to go
Away
And the thrills I sought
Were null and void
Being one of the boys
And the men
So out on my own
Where I've been trampled to the bone
That led me home
Again
And the moon still moans
At the sun’s reigning throne
Thought it’s not its own
But pretends
And beyond the stars
And In between mars
And far within all
that grows
And Limitless light
That Hides behind the night
Withholding all its might
With a sigh
Yerachmiel is a folk singer from New York. His music evokes the folk music of the 60's but is heavily influenced by his chassidic learning and Jewish studies.
This music is powerful, folks. Press play and enter his world.
[audio:http://mayanotinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/The-sun.mp3|titles=The Sun by Yerachmiel Goldstein]
The sky is fixed
In moonlit eyes
Never asking why
Nor to know
And the sea tells the sun
Who asks the one
Where did I come from
And go
But who cares!
They cried
At the limited sky
Never asking why
Nor to know
Well I’ve done my share
To all those who care
And I guess
There’s not much more
So shouting I sighed
To the men who cried
Always saying goodbye
To the sun
Well do I go
Where the sun begins to snow
And the fun begins to go
Away
And the thrills I sought
Were null and void
Being one of the boys
And the men
So out on my own
Where I've been trampled to the bone
That led me home
Again
And the moon still moans
At the sun’s reigning throne
Thought it’s not its own
But pretends
And beyond the stars
And In between mars
And far within all
that grows
And Limitless light
That Hides behind the night
Withholding all its might
With a sigh