dreamy stop-motion from yuval and merav nathan for oren lavie, featuring: shir shomron. photography: eyal landesman
oren lavie about his music…
“i am not a fashionable man. and my music is, therefore, unfashionable. i would like to think of it as wonderfully unfashionable, but, sticking to the facts, it is unfashionable. my songs don’t have an attitude which you could sell. i don’t have an attitude which i am trying to make you buy, not that i’m aware of. if i am any good, it’s because my songs are good. a good song, to me, is a good melody which surprises you, but pleases you, and which carries a good story told in rhymes. it is a result of talent and personality and technique and a lot of work. a good song is loyal to the artist’s truth of the moment. the song will remain good even when the artist’s truth has changed.”

the opposite side of the sea…
at the age of 27 oren began the work on ‘the opposite side of the sea’. making sure the recordings remained true to the essence of the songs he decided to produce the album himself. instead of using a band he arranged the songs by building one layer on top of another of vocals and delicate instrumentations, helping flesh out the melodies and extend the harmonies of his piano and guitars with a wider palette of colors.
when the recording stage was completed the album was mixed in kungsten studio in gothenburg, sweden. the organic approach and the vintage, analog equipment helped to bring out the warmth of the recordings and the intimacy of the delivery.
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her morning…
sun been down for days/ a pretty flower in a vase/ a slipper by the fireplace/ a cello lying in its casesoon she’s down the stairs/ her morning elegance she wears
the sound of water makes her dream/ awoken by a cloud of steam/ she pours a daydream in a cup/ a spoon of sugar sweetens up
and she fights for her life/ as she puts on her coat/ and she fights for her life on the train/ she looks at the rain/ as it pours and she fights for her life/ as she goes in a store/ with a thought she has caught/ by a thread/ she pays for the bread/ and she goes…
nobody knows…
sun been down for days/ a winter melody she plays/ the thunder makes her contemplate/ she hears a noise behind the gate/ perhaps a letter with a dove/ perhaps a stranger she could love…
and she fights for her life/ as she puts on her coat/ and she fights for her life on the train/ she looks at the rain/ as it pours/ and she fights for her life/ as she goes in a store/ with a thought she has caught/ by a thread/ she pays for the bread/ and she goes…
nobody knows…
and she fights for her life/ as she puts on her coat/ and she fights for her life on the train/ she looks at the rain/ as it pours/ and she fights for her life/ where people are pleasently strange/ and counting the change/ and she goes…
nobody knows…












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