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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 hobo 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3 children, 3 women, 3 unpublished tales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 stair
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 in a song about leaving, loving, learning and letting go.

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 

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