Melting Clocks
Tracklist:
Produced by Yossi Sassi
Composed by Yossi Sassi.
Lyrics by Yossi Sassi, except “Simple Things”, “Numbers’ World”, “Sahara Afternoon” co-written with Mary Weber, “Melting Thoughts” written by Marina Maximilian.
Yossi Sassi – Guitars (Electric, Nylon-String, Acoustic, 7-Strings), Oud, Saz, Bouzouki, Chumbush, Vocals, Keyboards, Bass Guitar on “The Routine”
Uri Shamir – Bass Guitar
Shay Ifrah – Drums
Ben Azar – Electric Guitar Solo on “Simple Things”
Guest musicians
Marty Friedman – Lead Guitar on “The Routine”
Marina Maximilian Blumin – Vocals on “Melting Thoughts”
Roei Fridman – Percussion
Nizar Radwan and Dimitri Radwan – Violins
Alfred Hajjar – Nay and Kawala Flutes
Roy Zuarets – Piano
David Sassi- Backing vocals on “The Routine”
Mary Weber- Narration on “Numbers’ World”
Recording Engineer: Liron Schaffer at Bardo Studios, Tel-Aviv, Israel.
Assistant Engineers – Jonathan Kossov, Tamir Kitay
Production assistant and Guitar technician – Ben Essev
Mixed by Liron Schaffer at Zaza Jaffa Studios.
Mastered by Michael Fossenkemper at Turtletone Studios, NYC.
Pre-production by Yossi at Simplyossi Studios.
Booklet Art and Photo Art by Dina Bova.
Lyrics
THE CALLING: RUSH HOUR
Time is never tired of running…
NUMBERS WORLD
It’s a numbers world to me
Words become so rare and few
Move fast, talk less
No converse, it’s just a game of chess
MELTING THOUGHTS
Seems I know by heart
Every detail on this street
Seems so predictable
Total strangers meet
It must be in me
Fear of true revealing
Something’s rusty, something’s stiff
In this system of my scene
Should have told him this, I
Should have told him that I…
The familiar lullaby makes me feel apart
There’s only one way to be right at this fight against time
There’s only one way to be mighty as time
I should become flexible as time
Waiting for a change, something great to come
Yet everything remains the same while I’m waiting like a bum
Am I doing it all wrong, am I not tuned for life’s song?
Curiosity can heal; I’m begging to be pealed of layers…
Should have told him this, I
Should have told him that I…
The familiar lullaby comes not from my heart
There’s only one way to be right at this fight against time
There’s only one way to enlighten old frustrations
I should become flexible as time
AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH
Been slick and it got me sick, and I ain’t gonna do it this week,
I’ve been feeling weak…
Ran ops and cropped the crops, worked the rail and sold lots of mops,
I’ve been back on the ropes
This tour of duty ain’t my thing, time to move away from the ring.
Had a girl, then two, oh boy…I started to feel like a toy,
Oh, the things you’ll do for some joy…
Been tough and it wasn’t enough, and just when I thought to get rough,-
Oh, here’s a reason to cough
This hell of options ain’t my thing, wanna catapult myself from this fling.
Been slick and it got me sick, and I ain’t gonna do it this week.
Been tough and it wasn’t enough, and just when I thought to get rough..
I guess that ain’t good enough.
SAHARA AFTERNOON
A fresh night falls on the town, emerges from the last sun rays
It just woke up, yet you’re the one staring with jaded eyes…
Have another cup, try to wake up,
No move, no step made from that same spot yesterday,
Is there another way?
Ilhamdili’alla, you’ve got it all, but do you care for your soul?
Your will and skill and still you kneel…
Why can’t you see what others see in you?
Yesterday is a dream, Tomorrow is a vision – yet everyday lived well makes every yesterday a dream of joy and tomorrow into a vision of hope.
SIMPLE THINGS
Sometimes at night simple things look so complicated
Entwined in bed, over rated, a clause that’s not punctuated.
A long and thin line of sun on the skin of mother earth’s one
Brings it all to where it begun.
How brightness divides the dark from the day,
Plays scripts in my head.
Aurora ascends, to bring me a day I’ve already had…
Confused by fears, bite your mind, feel so contemplated
What is true and what is false, the answer you’ll never know.
A long and thin line of lore, nice to me you my core,
Will we dare to open that door…
How brightness divides the dark from the day,
Plays scripts in my head.
Aurora ascends, to bring me a day I’ve already had…