Lyrics for the 2017 release, Marigolds.  

All music and lyrics by Kora Feder

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3 children, 3 women, 3 unpublished tales  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