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Ka, Ka,
Ka, Ka,
Ka ka ka ka ka,
Ka ka ka ka ka,
Ka-Wow, Ka-Wee, Ka-Boom,
Ka-Oh, Ka-Oi, Ka-Ooh!
It's Kafka,
Kafka for kids.
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2. |
Getting Out of Bed
01:13
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Storyteller and child One, two!
Mr and Mrs Chair Keep on dancing, dirty darling!
Storyteller, Child and Chairs: One, Two!
Mr Ball and Mrs Lamp: Keep on rocking, creepy-crawly
Storyteller, Child, Chairs, Mr Ball and Mrs Lamp: One, Two!
Mrs Closet and Titorelli: Hurry up, the clock calls Seven
Storyteller, Child, and full Choir: One, Two!
Mr Ball and Mrs Lamp: This is fun; it’s like a game.
Storyteller, Child and Choir: One, Two!
Mr and Mrs Chair: Rocking, rolling, battle beetle
Storyteller, Child and Choir: One, Two!
Mr Table: Careful not to crush your feelers
Storyteller, child and Choir One, Two!
Storyteller Oh, no! The doorbell’s ringing!
Choir: Oh, no! Whose there?
Storyteller: Go, Go, one more push
Storyteller, child and entire choir: One, One!
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3. |
Animal Speech Song
02:13
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******, **** ***, * *** **** * ****** ***, * ****** *****,
{Please, Dear Sir, I was just a little ill, a little dizzy},
**** *** ** ******, *******, ******** *** *****,
{Soon I’ll be myself, upright, disposed and fizzy},
** ****** **** ** *******, * *******,
{Be gentle with my parents, I implore},
**** *** ** ****** *** **** ** *** ****,
{Soon I’ll be myself and open up the door},
** **** *** **** *** **** * **** ***** ** ****,
{Be kind and tell the boss I will delay no more},
**** *** ** ******, **** ** * *** ******.
{Soon I’ll be myself, just as I was before}.
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4. |
The Bearer of Bad News
04:06
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The red bikes that Becky wanted,
Will not be her gift this year,
And in the car crush now reported,
Her sister lost her cellphone, and her daddy lost his ear.
Doris – you’ll be ditched by Alice,
Lonely Lee – you’ll get no mail.
Kindness shall be met with malice,
And little Abed – will stay another year in jail.
I am the saddest of the sad:
The news I bear is always bad!
[Choir]:
He is the reason we are scared,
The news he bears is always bad!
I wish I could skip work,
And stay all day in bed.
[choir]:
We wish he could skip work,
And let us stay in bed.
Look at happy Mrs. Taylor,
Smiling gayly by her window,
As I tell Eve Katz, her neighbor,
Mister Katz dropped dead, and she is now a widow.
But Mrs Taylor smiles no more,
no schadenfreude and no humor,
When I knock on her front door,
To tell her that her tiny lump, is actually a deadly tumor.
I cry all day, I cry a lot,
My dismal job, my lousy lot!
[choir]:
We cry all day, we cry a lot,
As he reveals our awful lots.
I wish for once I could amuse,
Both Mrs. Katz and Mrs. Taylor.
[choir]:
Run away, dear Mrs. Taylor,
It’s the bearer of Bad News!
The Bearer of Bad News!
The Bearer of Bad News!
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5. |
Kafka's Shoe
02:21
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Kafka’s shoe, Kafka’s shoe,
When trouble comes it’s tried and true.
Kafka’s shoe, Kafka’s shoe,
It is a friend to me and you.
Kafka’s shoe, you cunning Jew,
Tell us quickly what to do.
ShoeJewChewJewShoeDoDo,
Tell us quickly what to do.
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7. |
Boki Poki
00:50
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8. |
What is a Child
05:14
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What is a child? What is a child? The smell is sweet and clean,
Perhaps one day she’ll practice law and play the violin.
What is a child? What is a child? It’s really hard to tell.
A child is ever growing, but only for a spell.
Till when a child? Till when a child? Seven? Twelve? Fourteen?
When will it flip from plump and pink to wrinkled aubergine?
A child is happy promises of futures spread ahead,
A treasure box inside of which lies someone old, then dead.
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9. |
The Merry Vermin
04:24
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When sister smells my smell, she feels repelled, she wants to puke
I smell like poo, unclean latrines and soggy, green sardines.
Her disgust is impolite, but I keep still, I don't rebuke,
For in the kingdom of the smell I am the reeking king.
[chorus]
He is a very merry vermin,
Merry, merry very vermin,
We are green with envy,
Of the sniffing reeking king.
When little sister saw me, she turned to green and nearly fainted,
And while I'm seeing less and less, I'm smelling more and more,
And I don't mind becoming blind, for sight is overrated,
Stench is a sincere embrace, vision is a cheating whore.
[chorus]
He is a very merry vermin,
Merry, merry very vermin,
Myopia is a blessing,
There's nothing much to see.
I'm dancing freely on the walls, I'm hanging lightly from the ceiling,
I leave behind thin sticky trails of greenish liquid muck.
She gags, but maybe it's a jealousy that steers her sickly feeling,
Her eyes are set so high, but on the floor She's stuck.
[chorus]
He is a very merry vermin,
Merry, merry very vermin,
He freely rises, lightly soars,
While we are prim and stuck.
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10. |
Taking Out the Closet
00:43
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Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Lamp: Shoving, pushing.
Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Chair: I cannot breathe.
Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Lamp: Keep on trying.
Choir: One, Two!
Storyteller: But the wardrobe was so heavy!
Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Lamp: Shoving, pushing.
Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Chair: I cannot breathe.
Choir: One, Two!
Mrs Lamp: Keep on trying.
Choir: One, Two!
Storyteller: But the wardrobe was so heavy!
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11. |
Apples Song
02:36
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Tart and hard when green,
Sweet and moist when red,
cuddled in a bowl,
They are playing dead.
Biting apples, throwing apples,
Afraid of being eaten, that’s why they’re playing dead.
Better eat them young,
Apples green and red,
Eat an apple-son,
Lest it shrivels like your dad.
Peeling Apples, rinsing Apples,
Better peel an apple-boy than rinse a rotten dad.
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12. |
Sad Poki Boki
00:49
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Poki Boki
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13. |
The Charwoman Song
03:45
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A great woman who had seen it all,
A great woman with a bushy white mane,
A great woman, many-many-years-old,
A great woman whose wrinkles are real,
A great woman – upright and tall,
A great woman whose shadow is long,
She knows how to handle the broom,
A great woman with muscular thighs,
She knows how to squeeze the wet mop,
A great woman whose odor is spiced,
She knows how to master the stick,
A great woman whose shoulders are broad,
She knows how to punish the dirt,
A great woman with peering black eyes,
She knows about beating the dust,
A great woman whose voice make you swoon,
She knows how to brandish the brush,
A great woman whose gaze makes you faint,
She knows about bristles and prongs,
She knows about squeezing the sponge,
She knows about lifting the chairs,
She knows about taming the muck,
She knows about kneading your soul,
She knows about vermin and all,
She knows about squeezing your heart,
She knows about kneading you soul,
She knows how to handle the broom,
She knows how to handle the broom,
She knows how to handle the broom.
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14. |
Nursery Rhyme
09:53
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[Child]
Am I alone, when I'm alone, cuddled in my bed?
Are all the friends I see and hug reside inside my head?
[Pillows, and then Blanket, join in]
The pillows press against my cheek, the blanket hugs me tight,
Will they protect and cuddle me if I am scared tonight?
[Wall joins in]
And if I dream of growing up, will I remain the same?
And if I will grow old and tall, will I grow small again?
[Lamp and Ball join in]
Perhaps my dreams are dreaming me, it's really hard to tell,
Perhaps I live inside their heads, but only for a spell.
Am I alone, when I'm alone, cuddled in my bed?
Do all the friends I see and hug reside inside my head?
What is a child? What is a child? The smell is sweet and clean,
Perhaps one day she’ll practice law and play the violin.
The pillows press against my cheek, the blanket hugs me tight,
Will they protect and cuddle me if I am scared tonight?
What is a child? What is a child? It’s really hard to tell.
A child is ever growing, but only for a spell.
And if I dream of growing up, will I remain the same?
And I will grow old and tall, will I grow small again?
Till when a child? Till when a child? Seven? Twelve? Fourteen?
When will it flip from plump and pink to wrinkled aubergine?
Perhaps my dreams are dreaming me, it's really hard to tell,
Perhaps I live inside their heads, but only for a spell.
A child is happy promises of futures spread ahead,
A treasure box inside of which lies someone old, then dead.
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Roee Rosen & Igor Krutogolov's Toy Orchestra Israel
Roee Rosen is an Israeli artist, filmmaker and writer.
Igor Krutogolov (b.1976, Uzbekistan, lives and works in Tel Aviv) is a self-taught composer, multi- instrumentalist and artist.
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