Hey guys, did you know Uri was a soulful musician?
Click here to download a song he sent me, that he played and sung on the guitar... Brings tears to the eyes... :'(
Here are the lyrics: (Uri, maybe you should consider going around the world and playing GuardYourEyes songs to be Machzir yidden bitshuvah, like Shlomo Carlbach? :D)
My Guard Your Eyes Song - By Uri
Im walking down the city street.
I'm staring at my feet.
I sense pritzus all around,
but my eyes are looking down.
Is that how it should be?
Life in the holy city?
How far are we gone,
from the city that was song.
Hashem!Hashem!Listen to our tears!
We've been washing the streets of jerusalem with them for 2000 years!
Our father,our king!Wont you hear our cries?!
Where are you,Tatte?Please don’t say goodbye..
When I finally reach the wall,
feeling 2 feet tall.
I touch the holy stones of G-d
and I start to sob.
I cry for my family and my friends,
for my sickness that never ends.
But I realize that I am not alone.
a sigh comes from the stones.
They cry:
Hashem!Hashem!Listen to their tears!
They've been flooding the streets of jerusalem with them for 2000 years!
Our father,our king!Wont you hear their cries?!
Where are you,Tatte?Please don't say goodbye.
I lay in bed all night,
tossing till first light.
I feel so alone,
though my family are all home.
My need is so strong,
but acting out is so wrong.
Isnt there a way,
for comfort without pay??
Is it worth the cost,
to let lust be my boss?
My heart wants TV,
but my neshama starts to sing!
She cries:
Hashem!Hashem!Listen to our tears!
We've been washing the streets of jerusalem with them for 2000 years!
Our father,our king!Wont you hear our cries?!
Where are you,Tatte?Without you,we will die.
Hours by the computer screen,
with all thoughts unclean.
My neshama sits forlorn,
In a world not her own.
Is this who I want to be,
a person who isnt free?
Prisoner to my lust,
break free is what I must!
Hashem!Hashem!Listen to our tears!
We've been washing the streets of jerusalem with them for 2000 years!
Our father,our king!Wont you hear our cries?!
Where are you,Tatte?Without you,we will die.
My soul wants you so,I want to sit on your lap.
Tatte please hug me,I want you to wrap.
your arms around me,I'm so tired and cold!
Abba take us home!To the city of gold.