The Comfort and Freedom Against the Binding Responsibilities That Home May Suggest

by Daniel Goldstein and Sara Umansky

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about

Having worked on a song ("Hopscotch") over the course of several months together, and seeing their favourite record store being closed, the duo decided to write and record a whole album. Initially meant to be an experimental Lo-Fi, Avant-Garde project (naming CocoRosie and Sparklehorse, amongst others, as inspiration for the idea), they've decided against it, and went with more accessible material.
Inspired by such musicians as Joanna Newsom and Roy Harper, they wrote a minimalistic, live performance-worthy set of songs and arrangements. They made two rules: no synths nor electric instruments are to be used (electric guitar and electric bass have been used throughout the record, but they are not featured too prominently and aren't very dominant, for the most part) and no drums (tambourine, shakers, chairs and toys were used instead, as percussion).

The album was recorded between February 11, 2016 to April 12, 2016 (with the exception of 'Hopscotch', which was recorded during December 14-18, 2015).

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released April 13, 2016

Album cover directed by Sara Umansky and Daniel Goldstein.
Photography and paintings by Iosefa Jacobovici.
CD artwork by Gabriel Rantzer.


Mixing, Production and Mastering by Sara Umansky and Daniel Goldstein.

Engineering by Daniel Goldstein.

The album was recorded and mixed at Daniel's house.

The whole album was recorded @ 442Hz.

*No form of artificial sound manipulation was used in the making of this album*


All lyrics were written by Daniel Goldstein.

All music was composed by Daniel Goldstein, except:
3. "Lessons in Philosophy" - Composed by Daniel Goldstein and Sara Umansky
4. "Oasis" - Composed by Daniel Goldstein and Sara Umansky
6. "Morning Flight" - Composed by Daniel Goldstein and Sara Umansky *strings interlude only

All orchestral parts were arranged by Daniel Goldstein.


Personnel:

Daniel Goldstein - Acoustic guitar (on all tracks), Lead Vocals (on tracks 2-7), Percussion (on tracks 2, 4-7), Harmony and backing vocals (on tracks 1, 3-5, 7), Electric guitar (on tracks 2, 4), Bass (on tracks 2, 6), Programming (on track 1)

Sara Umansky - Viola (on all tracks), Harmony and backing vocals (on tracks 1-4, 6, 7), Lead Vocals (on tracks 3, 4, 7), Percussion (on tracks 4, 5), Bass (on track 5)

Guests:

Guy Tal - Cello (on all tracks), Tenor sax (on tracks 3, 5, 7)

Roni Levi - Violin (on all tracks)

Daniel Vaksin - Harmony and backing vocals (on tracks 1, 4, 7), Percussion (on track 7)

Ella Yakir - Flute (on tracks 5-7)

Saar Har-Chen - French Horn (on tracks 5-7)

Na'ama Matalon - Trombone (on tracks 5, 7), Percussion (on track 6)

Shahar Shem-Tov - Clarinet in Bb (on tracks 3, 7)

Guy Nevet-Golan - Bass (on tracks 4, 7)

Yotam Porter - Trumpet in Bb (on tracks 5, 7)

Adi Tal - Harmony and backing vocals (on track 2)

Ben Goldstein - Tambourine (on track 4)

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Daniel Goldstein and Sara Umansky Ra'Anana, Israel

The Folk duo of multi-instrumentalists Daniel Goldstein (19) and Sara Umansky (17).
They write songs influenced by classical music, as well as Jazz and Pop, and often employ lush orchestral arrangements.

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Track Name: Welcome to My House (Introduction)
Welcome to my house,
it's not much, but it is home,
here's some tea,
here's a chair,
have a seat,
home!

This is my home.

Here I'll stay,
every day,
forever.
Track Name: Hopscotch
I was bathing you,
the other day, dearie,
I was watching water drops gather,
on a lock of your hair,
one, two, three, four,
and fall,
if this is what you soothes you,
so be it.

So be it, I said,
when you asked if you could play,
but darling, it was a rainy day,
could see the reflection of the dark sky,
in your fair blue eye.

All I did was worry that you wouldn't slip,
Hopscotch, hopscotch,
my word, I sure intend to keep,
and I was looking at you playing,
until you heard me saying,
"We must go home now",
"Must we?", you were thinking,
"We must".

And the thought was gnawing in me,
the thought of playing with you,
I sure was contemplating,
once or twice to play, too,
but I am much too old,
I have grown, now.

One day you told me,
you were ready to give your heart away,
"Only then", you proclaimed,
"Would your night be my day",
had I only known,
you weren't intending to stay,
I would have said more.

"Would you still love me when I'm a butterfly?",
you asked,
"Well, dear, I'd love you even if you were a caterpillar",
but hell, you're not a pest,
to be oppressed,
to be obsessed,
but love, you have my love,
my admiration.

All I did was worry that you wouldn't slip,
Hopscotch, hopscotch,
my word, I sure intend to keep,
and I was looking at you playing,
until you heard me saying,
"We must go home now",
your eyelashes were twinkling,
you're all grown now.
Track Name: Lessons in Philosophy
I think I argue too much,
I think I argue too much,
about nothing at all,
nothing at all.

When you cry for me at nights,
I compensate for my lack of soul with polite words,
then you drop your guards,
talk smoothly, whole-heartedly,
talk 'till no longer can you bear the sight of me,
then I set you free.

I'm this strange revolutinary Robin Hood,
that trips and falls on his way to do good,
I'm un-inspired to make a change,
'cause I don't care,
trust me, if you will,
it will cost you,
for charity, I charge you,
an astronomic price,
fool you,
and take what's there to take.

I think I argue too much,
I think I argue too much,
about nothing at all,
nothing at all.

I'm this strange revolutionary Robin Hood,
who's lost track of what's bad or good,
I know what it is,
I wear the lips of deceit,
but I don't care,
it's all about mastering the art,
of perception,
causing stimulation,
implanting thoughts that were never there,
inside of you,
that's all there is...

To it.
Do it.

I used to play the vibraphone like Burton,
but now my hands are full of burden,
wondered how someone could hurt me so, and,
seek solace beneath the bed sheets,
beneath the floorboards,
attempt to be in accord,
with all that I have done,
vices,
that's all...
that's all...

I think I argue too much,
I think I argue too much,
about nothing at all,
nothing at all.
Track Name: Oasis
Birds flew by,
I was lying on a stretcher,
watching the desert,
run past me,
as the sand,
I was free,
free again,
show me,
oasis,
find me,
some water,
free again...

Run my paw through and across,
there's lead in the water!

Let us shed our skin and swin towards infinite sundown,
Dive! Dive!

I'm the eternal troubadour,
playing and wandering from door to door...

Show me,
oasis,
find me,
some water,
run my paw, through and
across the water,
free again...
Track Name: Articulate Faith
The wind makes the tree leaves rattle,
as if they're speaking mouths,
whispering to me softly,
whisk away all my doubts,
set them on fire,
the flames of desire,
desire!

And I'll drink to your health,
and greet you, my blessing!

Lord, I was surrounded by sunflowers,
but mother, I am a daffodil,
but mother, I am a daffodil,
and though my soul is crushed,
my love is poised,
and my faith is still articulate,
my faith is still articulate,
and yet I pray,
like a beast, mounting, ascending,
before its prey!

But would I die for you,
guess that can't be true,
but should I question you,
oh, it's such a shame,
that Jane's really the one to blame,
we planted admiration in her heart,
but lord, she couldn't play her part,
and it's still not healing well,
and down, down, down, she fell.

I could see it in the stars,
a sonic alternation,
a genuine demonstration...

Lord, I was surrounded by sunflowers,
but mother, I am a daffodil,
oh mother, I am a daffodil,
and though my soul is crushed,
my love is poised,
and my faith is still articulate,
my faith is still articulate,
and yet I pray,
like a beast, mounting, ascending,
before its prey!
Track Name: Morning Flight
I'm boarding on a plane,
oh, how I hate morning flights,
oh, how I hate morning meetings,
I'll probably fall asleep while I'm sitting,
it's too early for me to be listening,
I'd look at files and just start squinting,
I can't wait to go back home...

Flight attendants run around,
serving people breakfast,
I look at my cue cards,
trying to memorize what I'll say,
in the meeting,
but my eyes just keep slipping,
I can't wait to get back home...

Every few minutes or so,
I look out the window,
I see a busy city,
I see it's just another sunny day,
my thoughts wandering away,
I hope it'll go okay,
but I just can't wait to get back home...

I hear noises from the cockpit,
I can't figure out what's going on,
I just hope that the panic would be gone,
I just hope that this mess would be done,
I reach out for my handbag,
hold it in my arms, as if it were a child...

I'm boarding on a plane,
but I just can't wait to get back home...
Track Name: Little Boy
Little boy,
walks on his own now,
little boy,
learns words somehow,
little boy,
his fall he'd disallow,
little boy...

Independent, baths all on his own!

He picks his clothes, alone,
attemps to call home on a toy phone,
little boy...

Little boy,
gets his first ball,
little boy,
thinks he knows it all,
good lord,
look at how he's tall,
little boy...

Christopher robin!
Christopher robin!

Little boy,
begins to care,
little boy,
begins to dare,
little boy,
marches on,
to see what's out there...

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