The Hungry Klezmorim

We took a car, we took a train
And every little bit, oh every little bit
Was both the same
The streets were gravely
And cracked the suns red blisters on our back
My brother warned me,
"Next town up I think is full of savages"

We used our thumbs and traded names
And all the faces then, or at least most of them
They seemed the same
We woke up to the sun when it had gotten unavoidable
Our empty satchels silent
And our stomachs grumbling

And oh how, we can't win

But we'll pull through I'm sure,

We saw the rooftops on a slope
No sign of powerlines, we ran through dandelions
And our feet smoked
"I think I smell a feast" I yelled
My brother transfixed by the smells
And nothing but his parted lips said he was in accord

We heard the sound of violins
Our hunger fiercely now
Piercing in paramount to common sense
A spitted goat was roasting
Music rousing and provoking
And our tired feet felt strength in wine
And made us move once more

And oh how, enchanting

We'll leave here full for sure,

And waking while the village slept
We made each little step
Oh every little step was our secret
From house to house we filled our bags
With all the music their town had
We stuffed ourselves from their sleeping arms
And from under their heads

We took a car, we took a train
And all the way we sang, and all the way we sang their songs
We left that village silent for the christenings and dyings
But our family and friends have danced for days
Since we've returned

And oh how, we danced then

We'll be a hit for sure,