And so the feeling grows, I got to pack my songs
Move down that beat up road, just like I did before
And though I'm getting old, I still got time to find
A place to call my home, a way to ease my mind
To hold your head up high sometimes you'll have to crawl
To shun them easy tongues you got to let it roll
‘cause you can't lick your tongue, you can't bite your teeth
You can't sell guns and say you're in for peace
And though my fortune's told, and though I know it's cold
I got to leave my pond before the water boils
I know I'm mostly wrong, but I just might be right
I know it's mostly grey, there's hardly black or white
But you can't smell your nose, you can't marry your niece
You can't sell guns and say you're in for peace
Now my knees are shaky and my eyes are red
Now it's getting real, I think I'll stay in bed
credits
from So The Story Goes,
released May 19, 2017
Dani Dorchin - Vocals
Uzi Ramirez - Guitars
Kitkit Ramirez - Drums
Gilad Abro - Bass
Nomok - Keys
Sefi Zisling - Trumpet, Percussion
Shlomi Alon - Baritone and Tenor Saxophone
Yair Slutzki - Trombone
Uri Dorchin - Congas
Music and lyrics by Dani Dorchin
Produced by Sefi Zisling
Arranged by Sefi Zisling, Dan Zeitune and Dani Dorchin
Horns arranged by Sefi Zisling, Shlomi Alon and Yair Slutzki
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Zeitune at Stairway Studio
Horns recorded by Shlomi Alon at Salomon’s Salon
Keys recorded by Nomok at Schneorson’s Pad
Mastering by Nomok
Front cover art by Reinhard Sato (Suave)
Back and inner cover art by Moran Dorchin
Cover design by Jud Moscovich
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