We are all Googlers!!! The fact that you are here makes you a
googler, in case you gon't get it (: Probably my cutest song...
Playing the "what if" game is never beneficial...and gets my brain to
loop over and over again; I prefer to play the game of "once" which
is dealing with the prospect of getting more for our life in the future.
'Once' is about our second chance to get it right. We always have a
second chance.
Enough with long songs...I want to scream my art and for once keep
it under 2 minutes, without giving up the punch.
all yariv's music...now
So I tried to rap for few tracks. Maybe because I love hiphop; maybe
'cause I felt experimental; maybe 'cause I didn't feel like writing
another separate music line. This song is about good communication.
For more than 2 months I had the 'theme' of this song playing in my
head. I couldn't write the lyrics until I came up with the title...and
everything started to flow from that point.
Same song as "The Googlers" but this time...in Hebrew and much
more electronic. To be honest, that's the first 'googlers' I recorded.
Having most of Moby's CD's at home, I think that I am completely on
top of his 'template' or 'technic'. Can I write a Moby Track myself?
Would we live the same life if we were given a different name? How
responsible are we; if our names provide us with our identity and
destiny? This song is looking for the answer.
Since the words were about pains and struggle, i did my best to
balance the song's feel by wring music that sound relaxing but has a
main bit drive that is made of sharp metal objects.
Slow march bit is opening my vision of letting-go and allowing
someone else to take over and carry me to a secure shore.
Rushing and eating fast and getting after money and searching for
fast success and hoping for love; this song is pleading for mercy and
explaining some us; people in the rat-race of life.
I promise to write about this one soon....i am still thinking about it.
(c) 2008 Yariv
Things always feel different from the inside. Especially in big cities.
Big cities have so much promise in them; the promise is hard to fulfil.
Think of your city...i thought of mine.
This was playing in my head when I was sleeping. It was the
soundtrack of at least 4 dreams of mine. Maybe more.
Now I can say - "the first time that I tried to write a Ragge Song, I was
33 years old". I have no clue for why it took so long, especially since
I always loved Ragge. I hope that it wouldn't be the last.