Meridians

by The Brothers Yares

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    After four years and nearly 100 shows, we are super happy to announce the release of our new album, MERIDIANS.

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released 16 August 2015

AltNeu Arts Presents The Brothers Yares

Ami Yares - Guitars, Oud, & Vocals
Gavri-Tov Yares - Contrabass & Vocals

1. Meridians - featuring Maya Johanna on vocals
2. Refugee - featuring Shoshana Gottesman on viola & Avi Salloway on slide guitar
3. Simi Valley (a Nigun)
4. Go to Home
5. Na Na - featuring Charles Ostle on drum set & Harold Messinger on Fender Rhodes
6. Shady Grove (Live)*
7. Jerusalem (Live)*

*featurinh Dan Pugach on drums

Album Design by Avisha NessAiver
Photography by Amy Hefter Photography

Recorded and Mixed by Ami Yares
Additional Recording by Josh Insel at Ambiance Recording Studios
Maya’s Vocals recorded by Shachar Zadik
Charles’ drums recorded by Charles Ostle
Mixed and Mastered at Alain Paul Mastering
Produced by AltNeu Arts

Thanks to: the Brooklydelphiaton family, Brandeis-Bardin Institute, Brent Edmondson, Noa Glick, the Greenspoon Family, Eliran Kononowicz, the Rosenblatt Family, Mike & Linda Shank of Shank’s Strings, Laura Tomes, Daniel Moses, Shoshana Gottesman, Seeds of Peace & the We Make the Road by Walking Project, the Levis Family, Wilburton Inn, & the Earth Sky Time Community Farm, and especially the Yares Family

Ami plays Godin, Seagull, and Simon & Patrick Guitars

www.TheBrothersYares.com
Contact@TheBrothersYares.com
© 2015 Ami Yares & The Brothers Yares • All Rights Reserved • Made in the U.S.A.

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Track Name: Meridians
You were all, I nearly ceased to be
Left me here, less half of me
Gone so long, I travel on
Lost in ways, maps don’t respond
So, won’t you speak to me my meridians
Tell me where my place should be

From east to west, I slide along
Slipping my way, I can’t hang on
Traction’s attraction is easy to grasp
But with torque so strong, the engine moves on

So, won’t you speak to me my meridians
Tell me where my place should be
So, won’t you speak to me my meridians
Tell me where my place should be

Dancing destinies, twirl and pirouette
I don’t strive to be a dancer
But there’s rhythm in my feet
Still a few more beats, a time change at best
I still have time before I rest

Still l’m searching for that someone to play with me
Don’t need to be a shuffle or two step set
Just hold my hands we’ll be free as the jazz
The music’s ripe for picking, just extend you hand

So, won’t you speak to me my meridians
Tell me where my place should be
So, won’t you speak to me my meridians
Tell me where my place should be
Tell me where my place should be
Track Name: Refugee
You’re a refugee, almost proud to be free
But you’re just about imprisoned by your poverty
You’ve built a home from the ashes of the old
And in a bag you still carry almost all that you own

Your guard is up and you watch for forked tongues
You’re careful about the careful changing in the streets
There’s a different beat to the rhythm of your heart
And it carries the rhythm of machine gun

In time, maybe you will see people begin to agree
and drink tea with someone you haven’t seen and
In time, you still might look out from behind your wall
at your children in the street

People’s insides can be the hardest matter of all time
Bodies can be broken, but thoughts still carved in stone
From rock to rubble and rubble to dust,
A speck of sand in your eye won’t keep you from much

The words are fire burning all the time
Ashes in the air, on our skin, in our hearts
Maybe these bitter tongues still might make a sweeter sound
But we’re waiting for the movement of this moment to arrive