Roy "Chicky" Arad - Tourists, Come To Israel, It's A Nice Country

Music & Words: Arad... except:
Song 3 words by Arad, lead Sentence by the poet Yonatan Ratosh, 1955.
Song 7 music by Dvir Wolk
Vocals on Song 1: Yael "Pizza"
Vocals on Song 5: The dog "Petel"

All music from The Album Sonol (Ra Records and Aspis Magazine 2002)
except songs 2 & 6 (2004)

Pizza

I live my life from one day to the other
And sometimes a day is a little gone, out of bother
At the seashore, on sand I'm walking steep
And when it comes, I'll lie down and fall asleep

I just wanted with her to live
Do silly things together
But I was mistaking, now in big time grief
I wanted us to go to the park along
And dance together to a punk song

Pizza pizza
You make me ...
I feel like just hugging
Chicky chicky
You make me, make me ...
You are making me merely yawning and sighing

I live my life from one day to the other
and sometimes a day is a little gone, out of bother
At the seashore, a boy with a bucket
Colorfully dressed singing "li la lam" like a rocket

I just wanted with her to live
Do silly things together
But I was mistaking, now in big time grief
I wanted us to go to the park along
Set up a shared account in the Bank of Hong-Kong
I was mistaking, now in big time grief

18 roses for an 18 year old girl

18 roses for an 18 year old girl
Yellow roses, pink roses,
And not even a single red rose

18 disappointments for an 18 year old girl
A glowing disappointment, another one petite,
And neither one is sweet.

And I who's been living in sin all my life
For me even a kiss blown in air is enough
And I, all my life just been willing to give
Haven't given as little as a sweet disappointment

18 kisses for an 18 year old girl
A kiss blown in air and a sponge rubber kiss
And none of which is my own kiss.

Hey, Mr. Porcupine

Hello everybody at home and abroad

Hey, Mr. Porcupine, how come you are such an idiot?
For breaking up (with her) without shedding a tear
And without asking for favors
Oh..
.
Hey Miss Mare,How come you are so eager to flee,
Away from a porcupine with no quill
Spontaneous and charming.
Oh ...

What's up, Honey bunny?

Hey, what's up, honey bunny?
I'm fine, just like Turkish delights or a waffle
My foot's pressed against the break paddle
And I've got a mustache that serves me right

Hey, what's up, honey bunny?
I'm feeling really okay, can't be better
In my Toiletries bag I've got a sweater,
To make me a little warm in the night

Shmuel Zeusman, how are you doing now?
What would you do if you were me?

Hey, what's up, honey bunny?
You are like a plastic cypress tree,
So stop nibbling the popsicle so free
Cause it belongs to everyone in the light

Shmuel Zeusman, how are you doing now?
What would you do if you were me?
Shmuel Zeusman, how are you doing now?
What would you tell the woman in the car?

Supermodels

On the catwalk, during fashion displays
I feel happy for the first time at each gaze,
I don't want to spend my time in a spaceship
The mossy air will kill me at once

This is the place where I wish to perspire.
If you ask me where I want to reach (higher).
Supermodels,
Sometimes it's a bit of shame,
When so slowly they breathe.

I won't swallow no love peel, pardon,
Drink mineral water out of a faucet in the garden,
Only on the catwalk I would like to breathe,
Here's my eye pupil turning into gleaming orange.