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An Intimate session recorded at Matt's home on 13/10/2016

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released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics, Vocals & Guitar by Dror Kessler
Keyboard, Recording & Mix by Matt Ratcliffe

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Dror Kessler Israel

The ferociously loud rooster in the neighboring yard, the red alert sirens of falling Qassam rockets, the lack of a car in a small town on the edge of the country … the elements on nature indeed! … all give way to Dror Kessler when we puts down yet another heart piercing song on his kitchen table.

Hailing from Israel, recording for the past 15 years and performing solo for the past 5 years
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Track Name: Artisan Cobalt Dream
First you take that shovel
Put it to the ground
Dig deep boy, deeper still
Until you hear that clanking sound

Get that ore into the sack
Bring it back to your commanding chief
For every pound of Cobalt dug
He’d give a few more grams to sniff

Then up your nose and back again
For the next sack to be filled
It takes a hundred trips or more
To get a single battery built

==

Commanding cheif will pass it on
Until it reaches chinese shores
To a working camp for the poor
Sweating hours on the floor

They’ll form and mold it to the specs
Of a gayish californian cat
Into a slicker alumni case
And sanitize it from their breath

The breath they have now for not long
As lungs become all crammed for space
To hold the chemicals of bond and gloss
Magnificent devices they do make

==

Then on the stage will come a god
For audience of thousand cheers
All neatly dressed and Ion rich
Their bellies full of sprouts and bear

“Supply control, humane approach”
The slogans they’ll reveal
While gazing blankly at the men
Seas and borders attempting still

A longer life, a faster fill
The battery of the future’s here
Indeed a life of fun and thrills
And cheap supply of human will

==

And here I’m writing this
On such a fine machine
While being unplugged for days
An Artisan Cobalt Dream

A longer life, a faster fill
The battery of the future’s here
Indeed a life of fun and thrills
And cheap supply of human will
Track Name: Now Is The Time
Now is the time (Em G)
To step out of line (D Em)
Spend your last dime
Commit minor crimes
Now is the time (Em G)
Let go of mankind (D C)
The world is fine (Am)

“Fear comes out of thought” - So he says (F Em A A)
“The limits of matter are the ones the dread” (--)
“Senseless desire, the cause of it all” (Bm F A A)
“You are what you are, just because” (Bm F A A-G)

Still you sit and complain, watch the news
“She just called him a crook”, what a muse!
Your guts are all swollen from stuffing inside
The freedom you lack, the feeling you hide

F# G Em Em
There’s nothing to do or to say
Politicians are agents, of interest and pay
The media’s all jaded, the network controlled
Your tweets pathetic if nothing gets sold

Now is the time
To speak out your mind
Track Name: Respectful Of Time
From her nose to the fin
She's all sanctity, no sin
In her bowels, deep within
I've been churning the best of my years

Where no man has set foot
Lies have treasure, the loot
Spacious visions of fruit
I've been serving away as my youth

Soaking deep to the skin
I've been searching for keen
All around where I've been
But forgetful the faces they seem

But I'll scan the divine
Accidental and kind
'Till I get what is mine
I'll be patient, respectful of time
Track Name: Hymns & Praises (Ghosts & Signs)
Rays of sunshine trying hard to put a face
Stormy clouds are holding tears close to the chest
The wind hauling muted, dark, without a sound
We’re messing around ...

Peeling cloths in secret places no one knows
Riding shotgun in the backseat of a Ford
Nature silent then, our kingdom to behold
Now this is old

Was it something that I said?
That has made you go away
That has helped you cross the line
Now you’re chasing ghosts and signs

Signs that tell you what to think and where to eat
Ghosts from files named “X” and “Never to Delete!”
You twist and turn at night before you go to sleep
Oh, what a creep

Was it ...

And now you’re talking
In different tongues that I don’t understand
And now you’re singing
Hymns and praises of another man
Who’s done you wrong
Track Name: Now Is The Time (mod)
Now is the time (Em G)
To step out of line (D Em)
Spend your last dime
Commit minor crimes
Now is the time (Em G)
Let go of mankind (D C)
The world is fine (Am)

“Fear comes out of thought” - So he says (F Em A A)
“The limits of matter are the ones the dread” (--)
“Senseless desire, the cause of it all” (Bm F A A)
“You are what you are, just because” (Bm F A A-G)

Still you sit and complain, watch the news
“She just called him a crook”, what a muse!
Your guts are all swollen from stuffing inside
The freedom you lack, the feeling you hide

F# G Em Em
There’s nothing to do or to say
Politicians are agents, of interest and pay
The media’s all jaded, the network controlled
Your tweets pathetic if nothing gets sold

Now is the time
To speak out your mind
Track Name: Artisan Cobalt Dream (mod)
First you take that shovel
Put it to the ground
Dig deep boy, deeper still
Until you hear that clanking sound

Get that ore into the sack
Bring it back to your commanding chief
For every pound of Cobalt dug
He’d give a few more grams to sniff

Then up your nose and back again
For the next sack to be filled
It takes a hundred trips or more
To get a single battery built

==

Commanding cheif will pass it on
Until it reaches chinese shores
To a working camp for the poor
Sweating hours on the floor

They’ll form and mold it to the specs
Of a gayish californian cat
Into a slicker alumni case
And sanitize it from their breath

The breath they have now for not long
As lungs become all crammed for space
To hold the chemicals of bond and gloss
Magnificent devices they do make

==

Then on the stage will come a god
For audience of thousand cheers
All neatly dressed and Ion rich
Their bellies full of sprouts and bear

“Supply control, humane approach”
The slogans they’ll reveal
While gazing blankly at the men
Seas and borders attempting still

A longer life, a faster fill
The battery of the future’s here
Indeed a life of fun and thrills
And cheap supply of human will

==

And here I’m writing this
On such a fine machine
While being unplugged for days
An Artisan Cobalt Dream

A longer life, a faster fill
The battery of the future’s here
Indeed a life of fun and thrills
And cheap supply of human will