Some of you may know the unbelievable music video to My Morning Elegance as it became a YouTube sensation a couple of years ago. But Oren Lavie isn’t a one trick pony. He’s a pony of many tricks. Check out some of his other songs. You won’t regret it.
Her Morning Elegance
Lyrics
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 upAnd 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 knowsSun 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 loveAnd 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 knowsAnd 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 knowsThe Man Who Isn’t There
Lyrics
Look at the sky
It belonged to a guy
That I know
And I thought I forgot
Long agoLook at the trees
Didn’t stop at the top
Not for him
Used to borrow the wind
For a walkLook in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn’t thereLook at the sea
used to save all his waves
for hellos
used to climb up
his highs, down his lowsLook at the birds
used to flock as he walked
through the street
used to fly down
and march at his feetLook in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn’t there* * *
