I was riding to the St Kilda Festival on my bike, it was stinking hot.
Surrounded by muscle men, girls to whom Bond would have said " that's a nice little nothing you're nearly not wearing", fake tans, orange skin, crazy people trying so hard to fight their genes.
I couldn't stop thinking about the flesh underneath the many masks we wear to deny how similar we all are, deep inside.
In the meantime, Omri waited patiently, like a bejewelled pit bull on a golden leash, and at the end, he took it in to the stratosphere. Whoever thinks a piano lacks the foot on the monitor vibe of a guitar solo should check this out.
lyrics
Girls want to show it
boys love to grow it
I took some time to really know it
was my secret destiny
I'm riding down to St.Kilda
these freaks are browner than the dirt
why deny that we know we'll find
just one kind
deep inside
Fleshy fleshy pink pink
(translation from Amharit)
The flesh and blood of every man is the same colour inside
She wanted time to be cured of fleshy fleshy pink pink
but skin is deeper than she thought
so I gave her mine over and over
til she became my convert
when we are sweating
then we know that sex can be more than a reflex
Fleshy fleshy pink pink
credits
from 27/04,
released June 12, 2015
Simon Starr - fretless bass, keyboards, vocals
Alon Lotringer - keyboards, toms, vocals
Udi Simhon - guitars
Itamar Doari - percussion
Shahar Haziza - drums
Omri Mor - piano
Gershon Waiserfirer - trombones
Ayala Ingadeshet - vocals
Ofri Ben David - vocals
words and music - Simon Starr
produced - Alon Lotringer
This collaborative album between the South African guitarist and traditional music choir showcases the music of Southern Africa. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2020