Lyrics from the 2017 5-track release, Marigolds. 
(Available for purchase HERE
Copyright © 2017 Kora Feder.  All rights reserved.

Phoenix 
© Kora Feder 2017 

Written for a homeless man in Torino, Italy. 

I saw him in Torino, scarf in his hair 
He saw me in Torino, rude foreign stare 
He forgave me of my looking, I forgave him of his grime 
He gave me his life story, in 5 minutes time 

Corner of the station, next to an empty bench 
He smelled like the Irish, smoked like the French 
He laughed at my questions, and answered them in tow 
He said I only talk to strangers, when the wind blows 

He said darling I’m a dancer, I run with the rain 
He said I could get you outa anything, maybe even pain 
They call me Phoenix, I rise when darkness calls 
And I’m coming at you with a train ticket when your ashes fall 

He told me of his childhood, his father built trains 
He said the moon had lied to him, so he went insane 
But he rose like a phoenix, he rose with a winter storm 
And he’s danced his way right through 2 world wars 

3 children, 3 women, 3 unpublished tales 
12 steps to failure, and a couple more in jail 
He likes Bach in the sunlight, Mozart in the fall 
And in spring he doesn’t like music, nope not at all 

He said darling I’m a dancer, I run with the rain 
He said I could get you outa anything, maybe even pain 
They call me Phoenix, I rise when darkness calls 
And I’m coming at you with a train ticket when your ashes fall 

I never took him up on his offer, we never waltzed in the rain 
I never gave him all of my darkness, so he never took away my pain 
I never loved him in the sunlight, I never loved him in the fall 
In fact I don’t think I ever loved him, nope not at all 

But I saw him in Torino, scarf in his hair 
He saw me in Torino, rude foreign stare 
He forgave me of my looking, I forgave him of his grime 
And he gave me his life story, in 5 minutes time 

Ballad to Feel 
© Kora Feder 2017 

Written on a screened porch on an island in Ontario, Canada. 

Burn me 
Like they do in Varanasi 
Yearn for me 
Get down on your knees 
Need me 
Make me feel like water 
Show me 
Why we even bother 

In the world these days 
We don’t feel 
We just look away 
In the world these days 
No one knows your name 

Paint me 
Let the colors fill my eyes 
Write me 
I want your words to make me cry 
Dance me 
Spin me till I’m out of lungs 
Sculpt me 
Mold me like clay under the sun 

In the world these days 
We don’t feel 
We just look away 
In the world these days 
No one knows your name 

Remind me 
To look up at the stars 
Find me 
When time has left its scars 
I will choose you 
In the darkest of times 
I will sing you 
To sleep every night 

In the world these days 
We will feel 
We won’t look away 
In the world these days 
I will know your name 

Nowhere to Stay 
© Kora Feder 2017
 

Started in Florence, workshopped in Prague and Copenhagen, finished in New York City. A transitional couple of weeks, summed up somehow.

There it sits 
Half a cup of cold coffee 
With milk in it 
Take me out into the rain 
Give me to the tide 
Pour me out and tuck me in 

It’s all goodbyes 
Has been and will be 
Same old skies 
Walls and wars and running 
We all know what has to happen now 
Shut your eyes 

You’re nowhere, nowhere to stay 
And I’m no better always running away 
The station is empty without you 
The birds they know just what to do 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 
Nothing new 

Steal the gold 
Tear down the temple 
Like the Babylonians 
Oh If I was medieval 
I would be 
A Rabi in a wig 

A different day 
Not much easier 
Bring on the rain 
I will take it in and 
Plant a garden because gardens 
Never stay the same 

You’re nowhere, nowhere to stay 
And I’m no better always running away 
The station is empty without you 
The birds they know just what to do 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 
Nothing new 

The streets they are haunted but they’re crowded to the brim 
And the people surround me but I don’t want to meet them 
The pigeons keep pecking like they know the score 
All they want is more, all they want is more 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 
I’m leaving 

There it sits 
Half a cup of cold coffee 
With milk in it 
Take me out into the rain 
Give me to the tide 
Pour me out and tuck me in 

Marigolds 
© Kora Feder 2017 

Written in Varanasi, India, whilst attempting to process contrasts. 

Shoulders ripe with marigolds 
Kite flies high above the shores 
Serenaded don’t know what for 
And there are children dying 
Interrupted by call to prayer 
There are colors everywhere 
Painted flowers up the stairs 
And there are children dying 

This is not to say 
Your troubles are in vain 
It’s only to remind you 
When impatience blinds you 
You are lucky today 

Sunrise over the river bank 
Let the water wash your sins away 
The sitar begins to play 
There are children dying 
In the ancient city of light 
Statues glowing through the night 
I never want to say goodbye 
There are children dying 

This is not to say 
Your troubles are in vain 
It’s only to remind you 
When impatience blinds you 
You are lucky today 

Anklets jingle through creaky doors 
So much to be thankful for 
Sit down now on the open floor 
There are children dying 
The spices they will melt your tongue 
Your life has only just begun 
So many verses to be sung 
There are children dying 
There are mothers crying 
There are lovers goodbying for the last time 
There are children dying 

This is not to say 
Our troubles are in vain 
It’s only to remind us 
When impatience blinds us 
We are lucky 
I am lucky 
And you are lucky today 

Written In Change 
© Kora Feder 2017 

Composed after spending time in Lijiang (a city in the Southwestern province of Yunnan, China) and visiting with a man whose 1000-year-old home and the homes of his neighbors had been turned into a UNESCO world heritage site. 

A tourist what’s a tourist 
It’s a profit for a business man 
And I rent my home to a business man 
Because he pays me and I’ve got kids with dreams 
People you come from miles around 
To play dress up in my grandma’s gowns 
You read the word authenticity 
But that’s a laughing matter to me 
Oh what is authenticity? 

They carved out our lives and filled history with neon lights 
Come all you fickled fellows drink your sorrows away tonight 
In my kitchen you’ll find a bartender who knows not where he stands 
And in the back there is a jukebox it will play all your favorite bands 
I used to complain 
But they all say 
Life is written in change 
And time it never stays the same 

Back in the days the olden days 
Before business men came our way 
Grandma would sit on the front steps 
She’d see stars now all I hear is cars 
That quiet night sky is gone 
It’s here but to a different song 
The light from the clubs they will blind you 
Oh nothing but the walls have stayed true 
Oh everything but the walls is brand new 

They carved out our lives and filled history with neon lights 
Come all you fickled fellows drink your sorrows away tonight 
In my kitchen you’ll find a bartender who knows not where he stands 
And in the back there is a jukebox it will play all your favorite bands 
I used to complain 
But they all say 
Life is written in change 
And time it never stays the same 

Here I am today here now 
Just another person the the crowd 
I live in an apartment 
On the 4th floor with a big white door 
You say you’ve read all about the Naxi 
Well does your brochure talk about me 
Does yesterday mean anything in today’s history 
Does your brochure say anything about me 
I don’t think your brochure says anything about me 

They carved out our lives and filled history with neon lights 
Come all you fickled fellows drink your sorrows away tonight 
In my kitchen you’ll find a bartender who knows not where he stands 
And in the back there is a jukebox it will play all your favorite bands 
I used to complain 
But they all say 
Life is written in change 
And time it never stays the same 
Life is written in change 
And time it never stays the same