JON BER Occupy Earth

DRILL BABY DRILLאיהאחד היה מטייל בכל מיני מקומות.טעה בדרך, נכנס לתוך חלום.שמים צוחקים מעונג עננים כשנגע בה.טוב שהיה לה, אף פעם לא חזר.שפכה חלב, בגלל ששרו, לא עזר.אייה-אייה-או איה.איה בואי לשחק.הגלים אופק מנשקים והלאה.היה מה שהיה, יהיה מה שיהיה.

אחד היה מטייל בכל מיני מקומות.מצא ת'דרך, יצא מתוך חלום.אייה-אייה-או איה.איה צאי כבר לשחק.ילדים גולשים על הגלים הלאה.היה מה שהיה, יהיה מה שיהיה.VAGABOND MUSIC

SEEN LIGHT

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He seen the light. It was too late. It nocked him out but he wasn't dead. Instead he said I've seen the light. Its a big one. It shines so bright. We've seen the light. It was too late. By now he was the president who've seen the light. Its a big one. It shines so bright.

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Seen Light

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DRILL BABY

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Palin McCain Safe Drill Baby Spill

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DRILL BABY DRILL.

Kill baby kill. Lie baby lie money is god. Toxin peddller Sarah Palin instant pleasure BP OIL ON TAP

DRILL BABY DRILL

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VAGABOND

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Van Gogh - Jon Ber - VAGABOND

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Winds came suddenly,the sky let it go it snowed.As white swept the soil,for a moment we thought,maybe you and I?You were shy, wanted to know. I no longer lie, so I told you that In the morning I'll be gone.I no loner lie. Loveless I'm free to be walking off. Doesn't daunt me, that my restless soul, will forever be wondering on. Code of the nomads, a troubadour, I'm a vagabond.

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VAGABOND

WALLA

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wall lyrics WALLA Once destiny told me not to bother dreading fall. Sunset is bound to be tracked by dawn. Comes. Goes.(Hebrew) Fallen soldiers playing flutes. Orphans refugee camps. Sing a song longing for peace. Day has come. (Arabic) Forgive me child, sir, leader. My heart wishes peace,but my head is crazed. Thousand nights and a night...Peace. Day has come. Really. My child really.Positive. Yes.

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WALLA

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US BLUES

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REPUBLICAN BLUES

blues lyrics Tear in the eyes carries the torch.  Everybody can see what’s going on:  La la la lies.  P P P poop,  ga ga gaga.  Blah Blah blah blah.   America come back. Home of the free & competent.  Katrina.. Abu Grab. The war doesn't end.  Bin Laden not dead.   Cheney Bush or mcCain.  Enough is enough. Its exactly the same:  La la la lies.

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PANDA

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China arrest Ai Weiwei

panda lyrics URGENT PANDAThugs sell oil. You are buying. In Darfur people are dying. Women raped,children slaughtered.Life set on fire. Urgent! to Panda. People republic of China. Need your help. Stop Evil. Free Tibet. Free your own people.

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ONCE

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once lyrics Once destiny told me: Don't look back when you walk. Sunset dawn, comes goes. Walla. (really) Yaldi, Waladi (my child) Walla.Hebrew: Fallen soldiers playing flutes. Orphans refugee camps. Sing a song longing for peace. Day has come. Arabic: Forgive me child, sir, leader. My heart wishes peace but my head is crazed. Thousand nights and a night. Peace day has come. Really my child really, positive, yes.

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Once - Jon Ber

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DOCTOR

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Dry Frog - a Polish joke

doc lyrics A certain frog was weak.So she went to a doctor and said: I am sick.. The doctor wore his glasses.Because he was notably old. Then, he examined her thoroughly and at last said this: Madam. Lovable madam. Madam must sit on a pump. Madam must on herself blow and suck. Because madam must be dry. The frog leaves the doctor and says: I am sick. And a patient listens to a doctor. I must be dry. I will be dry. The frog took care of her health The frog dried herself dry. She did it step by step. But instead of being dry, She turned into dust. And the doctor scratches his ear: Dry, didnt work for the dear.

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Page 3 ONE EVENING without a warning, I wrote music to Jan Brzechwas Polish children tale about a certain madam frog and the consequence of taking her doctors advice seriously. It came from nowhere. I left Poland a baby, many years and few languages ago.Dedicated to my mother, Lena Ber, for teacing me a poem I never forgot.

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HEBREW

AYA

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KING SHARON

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SHOMER NAFSHO

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DON QUIXOTE

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DON QUIXOTE

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SHALOM

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HEBREW

AYA
KING SHARON
SHOMER NAFSHO
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SHALOM

מלים ומנגינה גיטרות וקולות יורם בר.

SEEN LIGHT
DRILL BABY
VAGABOND
WALLA
US BLUES
PANDA
ONCE
DOCTOR
HEBREW

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LAUGHS

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YES MINISTER

Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 1
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 2
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 3
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 4

Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 1
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 2
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 3
Yes, (Prime) Minister- Christmas Special- Part 4

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JEEVES WOOSTER

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BLACKADDER

Don't mention Macbeth - Blackadder - BBC

Don't mention Macbeth - Blackadder - BBC

QUITE INTERESTING

QI Series A, Episode 1, Part 1

QI Series A, Episode 1, Part 1

OPEN ALL HOURS

Open All Hours - S3-E1 - An Errand Boy By The Ear - Part 2

OPEN ALL HOURS

Open All Hours - S3-E1 - An Errand Boy By The Ear - Part 2

BRITAS EMPIRE

The Brittas Empire- Series 4 Epi.1 Part 2/3- Not a Good Day

THE BRITTAS EMPIRE

The Brittas Empire- Series 4 Epi.1 Part 2/3- Not a Good Day

AINT HALF HOT

Whispering Grass

It Ain't Half Hot Mum - Don't Take The Micky

IT AIN'T HALF HOT MUM

It Ain't Half Hot Mum - Don't Take The Micky

DIBLEY VICAR

The Vicar of Dibley - Animals Part 1
The Vicar of Dibley - Animals Part 2
The Vicar of Dibley - Animals Part 3

The Vicar of Dibley - Animals Part 1
The Vicar of Dibley - Animals Part 2
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VICAR OF DIBLEY

RISING DAMP

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Rising Damp: Episode 4: Night Out (prt1/3)
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THIN BLUE

THE THIN BLUE LINE

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The Thin Blue Line - "Ism Ism Ism" (2/5)
The Thin Blue Line - "Ism Ism Ism" (3/5)
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The Thin Blue Line - "Ism Ism Ism" (1/5)
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ABOUT ME

travels Persona Grata The end of the Cold War and the death of Apartheid, in the last years of the second millennium, yielded a window of opportunity to cross borders between continents and countries like never before. Resurrected, passages dormant since the Dark Ages, sprouted myriad of new paths. Proprietors of privileged passport, of the sort I have just been granted with, were welcome everywhere. It had a picture aimed at easing the mind of customs borders officers and other officials. I farewell the yuppie suit, yet maintained a short hair cut and clean shave. Keeping up appearances was crucial. Saluted by sycophantic bureaucracy, I'll be moving around Earth without restrictions.Maternal Trust Being born in Eastern Europe, I was well aware of the extent of my fortunate liberty. Nasha didn’t know that. She had a burning desire (“brennende wunsch”) to see London and Paris. She wasn't an optimist. It was something foreigners, undamaged by the East German regime Stalinestickly inspired brand of sadism, could evelope to be. Colleagues, friends and lovers were programmed to tell on each other subversiveness. Information was gathered in unmarked building, by anonymous officials, on behalf of the supreme power. Capricious, impenetrable, incomprehensible Kafkaesque maze. There was no safety nor trust among the privileged party inner circle either. Alienating the core of humanity, the East German secret police, Stasi, had mothers snitch on their children. To the Fatherland. DDR. The Deutsche Demokrratische Republik. Demented dictators do have a flair for slogans. Democratic Indeed. Like PEOPLE'S Republic of China where the regime survived Tieneman Squar to excel enslaving its 1,298,847,000 people. Befriended and emulated by all other current tyrannies who enslave editional 1,000.000.000 (1 billion) people. Earth. 2010.Gulliver nor Giraffe We met on the train from East Berlin to Prague. Nasha was one of the few Rock band promoters in the Soviet block, hence permitted to travel within some of the Iron curtain’s constrains. There were three armed Russians and an East German soldier in the compartment with us. “Musica” demanded one of the Russians, nodding towards my guitar. "Spasiba" I said. "Sing with me". I played the only Russian song I knew. "She went to pick pears". I learned it from my father, who often tried to sing, but couldn't even carry a smallish tune in a huge bucket.A singing party started, when I pulled out of my bag a bottle of Scotch Whiskey. Other passengers crowded the corridor, cheering and dancing as the bottle was passed on. Then, I played Western songs, while the train made its way under darkening evening sky. Nasha’s eyes were glued to my guitar. Few years earlier I would have been arrested for spreading decadence. Being accused of spying was feasible. Even some of my friends in the USA were convinced that I worked for the CIA because of my traveling habit, peculiar languages skill and unconventional military background. My assertion that I'm conspicuously tall for a secret agent, were dismissed as being "part of the ploy". Missed another Sign Crackles the barbed wired Berlin Wall steel enforced cement bricks, were as grimly grey as ever. Endless miles of rusted tanks, canons, trucks and other assorted out of commission mutilated heavy weaponry, piled on sparsely connecting railway tracks, matching the surrealistic atmosphere of dilapidation, in a country that forbade rejuvenation. But omen was given. Music allowed. Space will soon merge with eleven time zones across the USSR to bestow hundreds of millions of people, freedom of movement and expression. Before long the positive waves will impact most of the planet. I Couldn't imagine that, yet heard myself assuring Nasha that she will get to go wherever she wishes soon. There I sang a verse from John Newton's Amazing Grace ."How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me." Chill ran through my spine earlier that morning when I crossed at Checkpoint Charlie through prison gates from free West Berlin in to the dreary East.Happy FoolIn tandem with the wondering one, I was born under an optimistic star. Still a pre-schooler I comforted a girl I had a crash on: “anybody can achieve their wishes if they really wanted them hard enough”. She laughed. I wore blue short trousseaus. Her name was Mia. She was , six years older. It was hopeless but not sad. I was in love with all the girls.Prague Flamenco By morning, we were in the Danube wonder city of Prague. It was twenty years after its spring was crashed by Russian tanks. The colors were strikingly brighter than those of East Berlin. The city was humming with local activity and mostly Eastern European travelers. Fresh paint was applied by a matriculate master, to a magnificent gate decoration of a busy beer garden, where we joined other patrons at one of the long massive wooden tables. My guitar found itself in the hands of a gifted young Flamenco player from Cuba. She played Ernesto Lecuona's Malaguena. Nasha cried. I have never seen here again.Eternal light came to shine on Africa. It illuminated Earth. His name was Nelson Mandela. He called upon traders to come to the the new Rainbow Nation of South Africa. And I went. I was doing Austria...at the time (More about my three years in Africa soon.Tora ShantyTraveling became significantly more affordable as the 1990s unveiled. Infant that it was, the Internet transformed information - momentarily accelerated flourishing global trade and leisure traveling related industries - consequence of rapidly growing middle-class in the developed world. Travelers were no longer in the hands of self-serving, incompetent, untraveled travel agents. Access to India was still limited. There was not much choice beside Tarom, the Romanian Airline and the Soviet Union’s, Aeroflot. Both were using the same notorious, mid air rattling planes. Yet somehow, India where TORA TORA, (slowly slowly) after surviving the initial few years shock - I started feeling shanty (Inner peace).One BagVisa requirements were cancelled or dramatically liberalized everywhere. There I was. One bag, a guitar and a USA passport that magically opened each door I chose entering. There was no room for the past. I vanished. Thus it came to be known, among my family and friends that I have expired. They should have known better. I've been doing thin air imitations since childhood. Literal Resurrection It was few years ago, while at one of my favorite palaces on Earth, a desert oasis Hindi holly town Pushkar, Rajastan, India, that Yo'av, the Sitar player, notified me that "actually everybody back home knows" that I am dead. "Been like that for years." People eagerly spread sad news. It makes them feel wonderful. In my case however, disappointing as the update may be for some: "The rumors of my demise were highly exaggerate:.." Mark Twain.Sunset CruisesJane had the same information in Los Angeles, California, where I affectedly ended the years of deadness, by showing up at her place in Hollywood. The house number was unforgettable: 414 and a quarter. Husky, brisk animated-self, she was the best at talking without pauses - giving me a summery of the time I lost in one sentence that lasted well over an hour, during which, without missing a beat, she summoned Karen by phone. In the early eighties Jane rumbling caused us to be kicked out of a Sunset avenue restaurant. Ah the goodold days. Jagermeister with beer chasers and Irish coffee to boot. Cruising between the Roxy on Sunset, Barney's Beanery, Raincheck room, on Santa Monica boulevard and Molly Malone on Fairfax, with morning breakfast at Canter’s. Scientific Evidence Later that evening, Ron whom I have just met, decided after listening to my reasoning for not contacting anyone and consulting a dictionary, that Vagabond is most suitable way to describe who I am. He was Karen's boyfriend and a movie director at that. I was flattered. Somehow it sounded a bit more romantic than being called a bum - which was the way I thought of myself after so many years on the roads. Couple of weeks later I went back to the Pushkar and wrote the music and lyrics for VAGABOND. BAR HARBOR and CAROLINA GREENS - were added later in my travels in the USA - to a soundtrack based on the same theme. Ass’s SunglassesThe very last day of 1999 seen America in a hysteria, due to a computer related millennium doomsday theory named Y2K. I accompanied an actress friend, to a Los Angeles, Rodeo Drive, bookstore were she loaded herself up with fancy cover books, about such and other catastrophe predictions. "One has to surround themselves with books, so they can sponge the knowledge." she explained. I remembered a newspaper cartoon I've seen when I was a teenager. "An Ass carrying books is still an Ass." I said grinningly. “Never mind that.” She smirked, waving her credit card to pay for a $380 sunglass pair. She received movie royalties pay that day. “I’ll never ware cheap sunglasses again” she declared in a true Vivian Lee - Gone with The wind - fashion. Next morning I woke up in a Bell-Air mansion after a new year’s party. It was 2000. We were all alive. I flew back to India where most families couldn’t earn $380 annually.Childish FantasyI got stuck penniless, just about everywhere I went, while learning to do business on the road. Uncontrollable desire to see the world and nothing to miss, helped me overcome hurdles and luck showed up again, just when it seem I could go no further. It was yet another fantasy I have not forgotten from childhood: Get to the countries I dreamt about - Find handcrafted merchandise I liked and could afford developing with the artists that made them, to fit international standards - Peddle the final product, to shop owners in a different area of the same country, or other parts of the world. And so I came to be a traveling trader. Harmonious SolitudeI fell in love with Pushkar, where time strolls lazily, on my first trip to India. It was the local friendly, shanty life style. The roaming monkeys, camels, cows and donkeys, the daily morning salute to the sun and evening sunset rituals by the lake - with Bangalassy at the Teahouses and a chance to enjoy the company of other travelers - while been mesmerized by ever changing circus, for months at a time. Playing guitar quietly, singing whispery in my rooftop room, at the Mona Lisa hotel, I joined the echo of drums and singing from passing processions, wishing harmony in solitude. Around the corner Pawan have just opened his first silver shop. It was destiny. We became brothers.Fulfilling FriendsComing back to the same villages & markets to upgrade quality, strengthen trust and improve communication was an uplifting experience I relieved on six continent. Even better. I returned to visit my best friends and their families. In some countries, I was sticking around for months, couple of years, coming back for years, or passing through just because I had to check it out. I was lucky to have worked with artists and master artisans. Got to meet and hang out with hundreds venders at their places of business and homes - while seeing the world and establishing fulfilling relationships.Street LevelNow, my life is quite. Peacefully green. There’s no need to shave in the morning. I am going nowhere. Birds, deer, woods fields, and cows for neighbors, my life style is completely opposite, from the days I lived on the road between somewhere and nowhere - moving on while getting to know Earth on the street level.
my travels:Africa:Botswana, Egypt, (Sinai) Grand Canary Islands (Spain), Kenya, Lesotho, Madagascar, Mozambique, Namibia, South Africa, Swaziland, Tanzania, (Zanzibar) Zambia, Zimbabwe.  Americas: Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Costa Rica, Mexico, Panama, United States 50 states.  Asia:Cambodia, India, Indonesia, (Bali) Israel, (Palestine occupied West bank & Gaza strip) Japan, (three southern Islands) Malaysia, Nepal, Philippines, (Burakay) Singapore, Taiwan, Thailand, (Ko Chang. Ko Phangan, Ko Samoi) Turkey.  Europe Austria, Belgium, Bulgaria, Croatia, Cyprus, (now split into north and south) Czechoslovakia (now split into two countries) Denmark, England, Finland, France, Germany, (East Germany now reunited with west) Greece, (Corfu, Crete) Hungary, Ireland, Italy, Liechtenstein, Netherlands, Northern Ireland, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Scotland, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, (Majorca) Sweden, Switzerland, Wells, Yugoslavia  Oceania: New Zealand (North & South Islands) Australia.  
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