Remembering Paul Ben Chaim in Augsburg

May 25, 2017

פאול בן חיים

Memorial Plate for Paul Ben Chaim in Augsburg

Although (due to the inscription) one might think that Paul actually was playing under the archway, he from 1924 to 1931 of course worked in the neighboring city theater, which some years later was significantly changed in structure according to plans of Adolf Hitler. For some reason the memorial inscription for Paul Ben Chaim was not placed at the theater proper. At the passage where the plate hangs for some decades, it of course is hardly noticed by anybody. Since 2010 there is a “Paul Ben Haim Weg” in Augsburg-Oberhausen, a walk along the western shore of river Wertach, where there are no houses and therefore no postal address.

Read here on the reasoning and request for the naming (German) of the Paul Ben Chaim Weg in late 2009.

שלושה שירים ללא מילים

Israel – The Neighborhood Bully (Bob Dylan song)

May 16, 2017

Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man

His enemies say he’s on their land

They got him outnumbered about a million to one

He got no place to escape to, no place to run

He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive

He’s criticized and condemned for being alive

He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin

He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in

He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land

He’s wandered the earth an exiled man

Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn

He’s always on trial for just being born

He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized

Old women condemned him, said he could apologize

Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad

The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad

He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim

That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him

‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back

And a licence to kill him is given out to every maniac

He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he got no allies to really speak of

What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love

He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied

But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side

He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace

They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease

Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep

They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep

He’s the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone

Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon

He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand

In bed with nobody, under no one’s command

He’s the neighborhood bully.

קר שם בחוץ

May 5, 2017


רמי קלינשטיין והמועצה – קר שם בחוץ

שוב צולל לתוך עינייך
שוב לוחץ לך את היד
הלוואי שחלומותיך
יתגשמו ביום אחד
כן אבל תסלחי לי
פרידות עושות אותי לחוץ
אז קחי איתך מעיל או סוודר
כי קר שם בחוץ

כן את יכולה ללכת
אולי יהיה לך טוב לבד
אחרי כל השנים ביחד
תראי אותך כמו שאת
שיהיה לך טוב
תמיד חיכינו לפיצוץ
ומה אני אגיד לך מותק
קר שם בחוץ

כל כך קר, קר שם בחוץ
מתי תתפסי שהחיים זה לא קיבוץ
כדאי שתדעי, מה שלא תעשי
קר שם, קר שם בחוץ

די גמרנו את אומרת
ושוב אני בלי אף מילה
בכל סוף דרך שנגמרת
יש תקווה להתחלה
לאופק שיפתח
עכשיו אני חייב לרוץ
תמיד אני אוהב אותך
וקר שם בחוץ

Gustav Mahler – Um schlimme Kinder artig zu machen

May 1, 2017

Es kam ein Herr zum Schlösseli
auf einem schönen Röss’li,
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!
Da lugt die Frau zum Fenster aus
und sagt: « Der Mann ist nicht zu Haus,
und niemand, und niemand,
und niemand heim als meine Kind’,
und’s Mädchen ist auf der Wäschewind! »,
Der Herr auf seinem Rösseli
sagt zu der Frau im Schlösseli:
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!
« Sind’s gute Kind’, sind’s böse Kind’?
Ach, liebe Frau, ach sagt geschwind! »,
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!
« In meiner Tasch’ für folgsam Kind’,
da hab’ ich manche Angebind »,
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!
Die Frau die sagt: « Sehr böse Kind’!
Sie folgen der Mutter nicht geschwind! ».
sind böse, sind böse! ».
Die Frau die sagt: « Sind böse Kind’!
Sie folgen der Mutter nicht geschwind! ».
Da sagt der Herr: « So reit’ ich heim,
dergleichen Kinder brauch’ ich kein’! ».
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!
Und reit’ auf seinem Rösseli
weit, weit entweg vom Schlösseli!
ku-ku-kuk, ku-ku-kuk!


lied per voce e pianoforte

Musica: Gustav Mahler (1860-1911)
Testo: Ludwig Achim von Arnim e Clemens Brentano
Organico: voce, pianoforte
Composizione: 1888 – 1891

Leo Cohen died age 82

November 11, 2016

So! Who was calling ..?

The song by Leo Cohen goes back to the medieval Jewish prayer  Unatate Tokef (ונתנה תוקף) by Rabbi Kalonymos ben Meshulam (קלונימוס בן משולם), who died in 1096, over 900 years ago.

Trying to get to Heaven

October 13, 2016

David Bowie cover of Bob Dylan s song

today announced Literature Nobel Prize 2016 goes to Bob Dylan

late, but not too late


“Trying To Get To Heaven”

The air is getting hotter, there’s a rumblin’ in the skies
I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat risin’ in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It dosn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the mirror to nowhere
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door.

When I was in Missouri they would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I’ve been walkin’ that lonesome valley
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door.

People on the platforms, waitin’ for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin’
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just goin’ down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door.

I’m goin’ down the river, down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don’t know what all right even means
I was ridin’ in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
Miss Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
I’ve been all around the world, boys
And I’m tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door.

Gonna sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don’t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I’ve been to sugar town, I shook the sugar down
Now I’m tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door.

Avishai Cohen Quartett in Augsburg

August 10, 2016

This evening at 8 p.m. / heute abend 8 Uhr

at Botanischer Garten Augsburg