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A Day of Revenge
02:30
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Listen close what I say
They’ll come a time, they’ll be a day
And though it seems so far away
I promise that we’ll make them pay
There’ll be revenge
For the suffering and pain
Revenge
For us who still remain
Oh that day will come along
When we right each every wrong
They’ll be revenge
For the widows, orphans it must suffice
For the millions blood since sacrificed
Our Prophets cry out for us to awake
For retribution so shall we take
Mankind will turn its back on war
I see it clear on a distant shore
It’s coming here like Noah’s dove
A message of kindness, Peace and love
That’s our Revenge…..
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2. |
It's Burning
02:32
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Its burning, its burning
Everything is burning down
But your arms are crossed
And you're standing round
It’s burning
Its burning, its burning
Listen up y’all dam fools
Pick up a bucket
You’ve got the tools
Its burning
Well they’re going round taking names
Putting every home to the flames
Its burning
And if there was any doubt
There ain't no fireman to put it out
Its burning
solo
The flames have swallowed up our town
But your arms are crossed
And you’re standing round
Its burning
There ain’t no rain
There ain’t no flood
We’ll quence these flames
With our blood
Its burning
Its burning, its burning
Everything is burning down
But your arms are crossed
And you're standing round
It’s burning
Its burning, its burning
Listen up y’all dam fools
Pick up a bucket
You’ve got the tools
Its burning
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Down South Kosher
02:19
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Died, fried and laid to the side
Keeps a southern belly well satisfied
But if yer gonna stay Jewish well it better suffice
To see bacon as a garnish and ham hock a spice.
Tell me Mrs Cohen why’s yer Cholent so nice
I use bacon as a garnish and ham hock a spice
If you wanna keep kosher gotta work real hard
Cuz everything here’s got a little bit of lard
You make accommodations when you live in the South.
Don’t ask too many questions ‘bout what goes in your mouth
Don’t wanna stick out, you wanna get along
So eat that crawfish and sing my little song
Solo A/B/C
Can’t find a bagel worth a tinker's damn
Not in the land of the glazed country ham
And the Church picnic may be the only meal
So they ain’t pork chops, let’s call it “pink veal.”
Tell me Mr. Katz whys yer latkes so fine
I use lard instead of schmaltz, and I do it all the time
If yer gonna keep Kosher on the end of your fork
Its best to close your eyes and pray its not pork
So if yer gonna stay Jewish well it better suffice
To see bacon as a garnish and ham hock a spice.
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4. |
The Murder of Leo Frank
03:52
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Come gather round good people
A story I will tell
I sing today of Leo Frank
It’s a tale not known so well
You may have heard the ballad
Or you might have heard the songs
About poor little Mary Phagan
And how it was that she was wronged
Well my stories not about the crime
Not about his so-called trial
Where Leo Frank the innocent
Was found guilty and given time
Leo Frank is gone
But the memory lingers on
Convicted by all press accounts
Railroaded by the Court
Thousands came from all around
Frank’s fate was made a sport
Out on the courthouse steps
Ol’ John Carson could be heard
Singing songs made on the spot
For the throngs gathered there
..he sang..
“Let’s hang the little Jew”
Lets’ hang the little Jew”
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On the 17th of August
It was on that fateful day
6 cars filled with angry men
to the Midgeville prison came
They drained the gas tanks of the cops
Cut down the telephone wire
Handcuffed the friendly warden
And with Frank they bid goodbye
Outside of Marietta
At a spot they did prepare
There’s old oak branch and a length of rope
And a rickety old chair
..they sang..
“Let’s hang the little Jew”
They hung the little Jew”
And when the killing had been done
All the men had gathered round
To get a picture of themselves
By Frank’s body a’ dangling down
There were prominent politicians
Policemen, sherff’s too
Captains of local industry
And the founder local Scout troop
We’re the “The Knights of Mary Phagan”
The Klansmen cried with glee
Burned a cross on ol Stone Mountain
For all the world to see
..they were singing..
“We hung the little Jew”
We hung the little Jew”
The Jews of old Atlanta
Thought they’d had it made
But thousands left ol’ Georgia now
For the safety of a Northern State
No menorahs in the window
No more sukkahs built outside
Them Jews that did not leave right off
Learned to hide it deep down inside
Leo Frank is gone
But the memory lingers on
For Little Mary Phagan’s song
John Carson we can thank
But next time you’re at services
Say a Kaddish for Leo Frank
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5. |
Yiddish Banjo Suite
03:55
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Don’t look for me in those tall, tall pines
You will not find me there, my love.
Where lives wither and die by those cold cold machines
That’s where you’ll find my resting place.
Don’t look for me where bluebirds sing,
You will not find me there, my love.
For I am a slave where my chains clang and clink.
That’ll be my resting place
Don't look for me where waters splash.
You will not find me there, my love.
But where tears flow free and teeth they gnash,
That’ll be my resting place.
And if you really love me with your true love,
Then come me, my love,
And lighten up this poor poor heart,
And sweeten up my resting place, my grave.
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Unnatural Disasters by SI Kahn
It’s flooding in Nashville
It’s boiling in Maine
Tornados in New Orleans
Tsunamis in Spain
Why is this all happening?
What’s your best guess?
What is the reason we’re in such a mess?
It’s the Jews. It’s always the Jews.
We caused Global Warming and we give you the Blues
Wherever we go we’re always bad news
Whatever goes wrong.
It’s always the Jews
It can be a real a real challenge to tell who is a Jew
Because some of us use names Presbeteryians use too
It’s not always easy to tell one when you see one
So someone you like might turnout to be one
Chorus
Those good Christian bankers they kneel and give thanks
When they aren’t laughing all the way to their banks
10 million foreclosures each one has a name
The banks made their billions, but who takes the blame?
Chorus
With People of Color you can tell right away
So you can be careful what you do and you say
But Jews are so sneaky who’s to know what to do
The trouble with us is that we’re so much like you
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8. |
Good Shabbes
01:51
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Good Shabbes
Gonna knock of work tonight
Good Shabbes
Gonna light those candles bright
Gonna rest up with my friends
Study Torah till the Sabbath ends
Good shabbes, good shabbes, good shabbes
Good Shabbes
Gonna take time out and rest
Good Shabbes
So I can be my best
Tonight the family dines
Make the blessing over the wine
Good shabbes, good shabbes, good shabbes
On Shabbes
Gonna open those gates up wide
On shabbes
To welcome the Sabbath Bride
Gonna get on down to schul
Study up on the golden rule
Good shabbes, good shabbes, good shabbes
On shabbes
We unload our woes and cares
Good shabbes
Join the congregation in prayer
You can put that phone away
It can wait till another day
Good shabbes, good shabbes, good shabbes
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9. |
Avinu Malkeinu
02:10
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10. |
Spin the Dreidel
04:06
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Mark Rubin, Jew of Oklahoma New Orleans, Louisiana
Oklahoma-born, Texas-reared, and now living in New Orleans, multi-instrumentalist Mark Rubin is an unabashed Southern
Jew.
Known equally for his muscular musicianship and larger-than-life persona. Over an accomplished 30+ year career, he has accompanied or produced a virtual who’s-who of American traditional music. With Danny Barnes, he founded Pioneer Proto-Americana band the Bad Livers
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