YONI

by Yoni Arbel

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This is the first full length studio album by multi-instrumentalist composer and rapper, Yoni Arbel. These original tunes were recorded in Downtown Los Angeles, California throughout 2016 and 2017.

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released December 19, 2017

All music and lyrics written by Yoni Arbel.
Mekala Session- drums (1,2,4,5,6,9), timbales
Jon GK- violin and vocals
Danny Goliger- Drums (3,7,8), keys, percussion
Sean Alexander- bass (4)
Yoni- guitars, bass, saxophone, flute, raps, percussion
Produced by Yoni and Danny Goliger
Engineered and Mixed by Danny Goliger

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Track Name: Animals
ANIMALS

There is a fly on the wall eavesdropping on our secrets;
spying on us all to steal intelligence and leak it.
This conversation’s confidential, information can’t escape,
Go grab the electric swatter, I’ll hang up the sticky tape.

There is an elephant in the room demanding our attention,
He’s got a three-foot flaccid dick, it’s making us all apprehensive.
Somebody say something before it slaps us in the face.
It’s so disgraceful how we’ve all become invertebrates.

There is a crocodile crying, it’s dying to gain our sympathy,
I know those tears are lying, it’s trying to swindle you and me.
We’ve grown so cynical, so weary of malicious greed.
But we can’t escape it. We can’t just bite the hand that feeds.

Animals animals! We are all animals! Cruel and fanatical. Yup people are animals.
Animals animals, vicious and radical, seeking the maximal. Largely irrational.
A squirrel will kill for a nut. A dog will lick its own butt. A hunter will kill for the thrill.
Animals do what they will. People are animals. We are all animals. Animals animals!

There is a monkey on my back and it’s keeping me up at night,
Not letting me rest or forget and depriving all my delight.
I’m on edge, adrenaline pumping. It’s fight or flight.
This ape is vicious and it just might bite, alright?

[Savta] A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush…

Hello hummingbird by my window, you listen to me practicing.
I’m fascinated by your narrow beak and rapid flapping wings.
I’ll hold you in my hand and ask you what you wanna hear,
To play a pretty song to comfort us and calm our fears… calm our fears….

Animals animals. We are all animals. Cruel and fanatical. Yup people are animals. Animals animals. Vicious and radical. Seeking the maximal. Largely irrational. Animals animals. We are all animals. Vicious and radical, just primitive. People are animals. We are all animals. ANIMALS AH!
Track Name: Saba Tree
SABA TREE

I wish I had something to show for all that you’ve given me.
I was a boy who grew up to a man, and you’ve been my giving tree.
I’m bound by your roots. Your leaves give me shade.
I eat from your fruits, swing from your vines, you come to my aid.
But know I will need to go out on my own
where the world is tough and I am alone.
But we come together, we can make it better,
We only have eachother, and we don’t get to live forever.
The moon will guide me back home.
I’ll still feel your love whereever I roam.
So let’s laugh a little and cherish our time,
This is what matters years down the line.

Take me to the good place, I wanna go. Looking at your face and I already know. We possess a connection flowing through the soul. I wanna be the ears to the stories never told. Take me to the good place. I need to see. My senses need to feel it in order to believe. I’m relieved to rely on my family tree. Digging deep, digging deep, but what does it mean?

What’s the return on investments you made in me? I feel I’ve been wasting away, and time I’ve been squandering. Guilt and regret are the first thoughts when I wake. Cuz I’m chasing a dream and my chances are slim. We all make mistakes. But I’m teaching myself to regard certain facts, how my world’s still turning, my life is intact so lets live a little and cherish our time. Come let us witness something sublime. The stars will bring me back home. Time’s moving fast and I’m feeling torn, but this too shall pass so don’t look so forlorn. Take me the special place, to be reborn.

Take me to the good place, I wanna go. Looking at your face and I already know. We possess a connection flowing through the soul. I wanna be the ears to the stories never told. Take me to the good place. I need to see. My senses need to feel it in order to believe. I’m relieved to rely on my family tree. Saba what will you say to me?

[Saba]
יש לנו מסורת עתיקה. שנולד בן או לבר מצוה, ההורים היו נוטעים עץ. יש...יש לזה חשיבות סמלית גדולה כי העץ תופס מקום מיוחד במצוות התורה. כשמוציאים את התורה מהארון, אנו שרים עץ חיים היא. היא, התורה, עץ החיים של עם ישראל. כדי שהעץ הצעיר יגדל, יקש שורשים, יפרח, וישא פרי, צריך מיים. חז''ל מלמדים שהצדיק דומה לעץ שתול על פלגי מיים. כשם שהעץ צריך מיים כדי לגדול ולהתפתח, כן גם הילד זקוק למעיינות מיים חיים.

(Translation: We have an ancient tradition. When a child is born or has a Bar-Mitzvah, the parents would plant a tree. There is great symbolic importance to this, because the tree holds a special place among the commandments of the Torah. When we take the Torah out of the arc, we sing “It is a tree of life!” It, the Torah is the tree of life for the People of Israel. In order for the tree to grow, establish roots, blossom and bear fruit, it needs water. Our sages teach that the righteous person is like a tree planted between two river streams. Just as the tree needs water to grow and develop, so to the child must drink from the springs of life. )

[Yoni] I am the youngest grandchild of Holocaust survivors.
From ashes, they rebuilt their lives and desire,
Opportunities for me, I admire their resilience,
But cannot make sense of the gravity of their experience.
A character in a narrative, on a larger mission,
I inherited this history and this tradition,
And you are like a tree planted between to river streams.
How can I live up to your dreams?
Take me to the good place, I wanna go. Looking at your face and I already know. We possess a connection and its flowing throug the soul. I wanna be the ears to the stories never told. Take me to the good place. Take me to the good place. Take me to the good place.

אני מחפש אך כושלות רגליי, משתדל לפזר אשלייות בחיי. העולם נעלם בצורה מפחידה. היכן אמצה טיפת השראה? אולי מאמא האמנית האמיצה. בטח תאיר לי את המסילה. סבא שלי כבר בן תשעים ושש עבר הרבה בחייו אבל לא התייאש. מהדור הגדול שעשו הנסים. בן–אדם כמוהו כבר לא מכירים. היכן ההיכל האישי שלי. זהותי הבסיסית, היא משפחתי.
Track Name: Writer's Block Remedy
WRITER’S BLOCK REMEDY

Monday around two oclock, still early afternoon.
I’m working through this writer’s block, alone hear in my room.
Searching for something to say, to tap into myself.
Attention drawn to the bottle sitting there on the shelf.
A fifth of Jameson staring at me half full.
Promising to bring about ideas if I take a pull.
I hesitate, the temptation is risky,
Consdiering the slippery slope of a swig of whiskey.
Took off the cap and threw back a bunch of gulps.
My tummy didn’t like it, but I quickly felt results.
Like loosened inhibitions, and free intuition,
My mind was on a mission to bring it all to fruition.
Getting shitfaced and enjoyed my condition,
To the music in my head I sat and listened.

My my my writer’s block remedy is Maker’s Mark, Jameson Hennessey. Yes the sensation is heavenly when the ideas flow steadily. My my my writer’s block remedy is bourbon and whiskey from Tennessee. Yes the sensation is heaveny.
Wednesday around 9 olock at least this time it’s dark.
I pour myself another glass of Arak, hoping to reignite the spark.
Fiending for gratification, to reach that state of flow.
Accessing inspiration, lubricated mind and soul.
I’m a millenial demanding the immediate,
Lickety split a hedonist, the booze is my ingredient,
They say creative types tend to be eccentric deviants.
They say my generation needs rewards to be expedient.
What are we finding at the bottom of the bottle,
Emboldened by the Lubavitcher Rebbe and some Aristotle.
Taking back shnapps to help me rap it’s so pathetic,
But just like many others I use it to develop aesthetic.
Committed to the craft and encouraged to break through,
Sifting through riff raff cuz I know what I g-g-gotta do.

Writer’s Block remedy
Track Name: Questions
QUESTIONS

Don’t you just wanna escape from this place that’s made us corrupt?
Do you still believe in your fate, or is easier just to give up?
Aren’t you sick of the trash bombarding us day after day?
You know that this life goes by fast, and you’re someone with something to say.

I will be by your side, the shoulder on which you can cry baby you can tell me anything.

Don’t you long to express these thoughts pent up in your brain?
Or would you rather suppress your raw and your vulnerable pain?
Don’t you long to address these changes you wish to see made?
Do you fear not achieving success or worry what others will say?

I will be by your side, the shoulder on which you can cry baby you can tell me anything.

Do you doubt you’ll ever be great or assume that no one will care?
Scared to be met with hate for the work you courageously shared?
Do you think people’s opinions will never align with your own?
Sinking into oblivion living forever alone

I will be by your side, the shoulder on which you can cry baby you can tell me anything.

I’m so addicted to stimulation, I’m overdosing dopamine.
Swiping right might ease my isolation, fuck me, I’m such a fiend.
My situation’s growing grave, and my shit’s about to hit the fan.
Damn I wish that I was brave enough to take it in my hands.
2017 what do you have for me? Here’s what I have for you,
My art my honesty, my empathy, my gratitude.
2017 what do you have for me? Here’ what I have for you.

I will be by your side, the shoulder on which you can cry baby you can tell me anything.
I will be by your side, the shoulder on which you can cry baby you are my everything.
Track Name: What Are You Saying?
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING

Eyes working with my ears, tryna keep me clear, keeping me clear from all distraction.
Lies hiding in the rear, always looming near, promising a fleeting satisfaction.
You got it figured out you never need to doubt you never need to play the games they’re playing.
I’m paving my own way because I know one day, one day they’ll be asking what I’m saying.

So what are you saying?

Mind falling for these tricks, caught up in these shticks, developing harmful proclivities.
We try to connect but instead erect this edifice of negativity.
That this this and that, this this and that for too long has been holding us back so attack,
Swing batter bat, it’s a critical fact, now is the time we must act.

So what are you saying, for what are you praying, what are you paying, what will you gain, what will remain, what will you change, what stays the same, what are you saying?

I need to feel alive so I can thrive in this life I’ve been given.
Seeds have been sown the world must know, potential not hidden.
Now is the time, time is the key to creative expression.
How can I die without having tried to put all of my best in.

I need to feel that bliss I can’t resist the allure of salvation.
To realize these things in life, I gotta stay patient.
Now is the time, time is the key to creative expression.
How can I die without having tried to put all of my, olive my

What are you Saying?
Track Name: FBB
FBB

I gotta tell you ‘bout this girl who fucked my shit up.
I was playing with fire, because my desire was dire, soon to erupt.
Feeling on top of my game, thought I could fly, testing my luck.
Looking for gain, I caught her eye and approached with a putty boy strut.

We danced on the floor, drank at the bar,
Called a lift to her place and we hopped in the car.
She put her lips to my face, we embraced
And she whispered “I know who you are…
I was hoping you would come when I saw you from afar,
I’ve been walking through time, waiting through space,
Reading your mind, hearing your face”

She electrified me, erectified me,
I love the way she objectified me,
I love the way she love to ride me,
Was a punch in the belly when she then denied me.

I’m the type who likes to keep the power in my hands.
Respect is something I demand, I’m not a one night stand.
But don’t pity me, because shitty me, deserves this heat,
And I won’t pretend for all the times that I fucked and chucked
Now feel the burn from the other end.

But I live for the chase, you gave me a taste and your pretty face I’m still running after.
I’ll give you some space but I don’t wanna waste my time, girl, I long for your laughter.
It’s your right to choose, but I’m still confused by the nonchalant way you shamelessly used me.
Put on a ruse, put out the fuse, I’ll blow up in a year and you’ll wish you stilll knew me.

You electrified me, erectified me, I love the way you objectified me.
I love the way you loved to ride me, so it stung a bit when you then denied me.

Blue Hair Becca with her effortless swagger,
A benign indifference that stabbed like a dagger.
Baffled by the fling, how quickly it faded,
Must’ve been hurt in the past, now she’s jaded.
Funny how we’re all just alone in the dark,
Trudging through its thickness, searching for a spark.
Thank God for showing me a star,
A mind, a voice, a horn, a guitar.
Good night, sleep tight, booty call me when the time is right.
Good night, sleep tight, hit me up girl it’s alright.
Track Name: The Good Life (Oakland)
THE GOOD LIFE

I am the reincarnation of a wrongfully killed kin,
My ancestors on my blood, on my tongue, under my skin,
I recall, latent and ancient memories,
Hidden in the trees and revealed in our dreams,
I’m the type who low key believes in destiny.
I think there is another me, possibly infinity,
But infinity has a lot in common with one.
One God on one earth with one moon and one sun,
Sermon’s done. Sorry there was no divine epiphany,
Stopped at a strip club and got a dance from Tiffany.
At first it seemed like she was really into me,
But she just wanted my wallet, yanking it with urgency.
We learn, we see and gradually grow jaded,
Woefully longing for escape, to be elated,
But let us not forget that the present is a gift,
Come repeat the mantra, the music will uplift.

[Jon GK] Celebrate the life you life, the ones you have and that which you have to give. Captivate your consciousness, welcome in those feelings of bliss. Celebrate the life you life, the ones you love you should learn to forgive. Meditate on simplicity. Appreciate authenticity.

Goodie two shoes in a pink tutu, who the fuck are you,
What exactly are you trying to do?
I’m a kind of blue train molded by red clay,
Drifting through my idle moments in a silent way.
Struck by sensational sounds so sublime,
Searching for a truth that will transcend time.
Only in solitude can a man ever capture,
The deeper essence of his being and anticipate the rapture.
Reject this rigid reason, take a break from Socrates.
Vindicate these very virtues of Maimonides.
You can feel it in the leaves in the breeze in the trees,
You’re bound to be please cuz its the bees’ knees.
Bombs to the eyebrows, missels eyelashes,
You made rabbi crazy cutting all the classes,
But let us not forget that the present is a gift.
So come repeat the mantra, the music will uplift.

[Jon GK] Celebrate the life you life, the ones you have and that which you have to give. Captivate your consciousness, welcome in those feelings of bliss. Celebrate the life you life, the ones you love you should learn to forgive. Meditate on simplicity. Appreciate authenticity.

I do finally feel it, I am ready to run.
Better believe it, digging deep never done.
This endless journey that continues till we die.
Passions burning and our aspirations soaring high.
Hearts are in it and we know we will transcend.
Destined to win it and regive it so we make amends,
This is a fixture around to stay. Fly away, fly away. Fly away, fly awa-yyyyyy…..

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