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CD boekje Oyoyoy.indd 1 25/11/15 00:21

1 ringdingding 2 cocek á la kopyt

3 oyoyoy4 vrijdag

5 ratatouille6 alec’s ascultare7 the hipster’s life

8 pure pepper9 duality

10 falko’s groove11 elsie’s tune

12 single room13 the wicked gasse

m: Gijs Levelt, l: Job Chajes, Fay Lovsky (2:49)

m: Job Chajes, l: Alec Kopyt (4:29)

m: Janfie van Strien, l: Job Chajes (3:28)

m: Theo van Tol, l: Job Chajes (4:16 )

m: Jasper de Beer (4:34)

m: Gijs Levelt, l: Alec Kopyt (4:23)

m: Jasper de Beer, l: Alec Kopyt (4:35)

m: Theo van Tol (3:50)

m + poem: Joop van der Linden (5:03)

m: Theo van Tol (4:27)

m: Gijs Levelt, l: traditional (4:31)

m: Theo van Tol, l: Alec Kopyt (5:41)

m: Jasper de Beer, l: Job Chajes (2:52)

1 cocek á la kopyt2 pure pepper

3 vrijdag4 ringdingding

5 oyoyoy

6 the wicked gasse7 oyoyoy

8 elsie’s tune

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1 cocek á la kopyt2 pure pepper

3 vrijdag4 ringdingding

5 oyoyoy

6 the wicked gasse7 oyoyoy

8 elsie’s tune

(At the Crossroads) Skip & Die remix & featuring Cata.Pirata (4.23)

Von Poppel remix (3.07)

Orinch remix featuring The Burners (3.53)

Thom Dens remix featuring Fay Lovsky (4.15)

BabylonCentral version by Marcus Darius Ghoreischian additional vocals by Mantiz (3.44)

(Wicked remix) by Joop van der Linden * (4.15)

(spihl zoals ‘t moet) remix by Janfie van Strien (3.33)

(KinDread Spirit) - Irie remix** (4.32)

* about ‘The Wicked Gasse’ remix:all mixing, programming, guitars, bass guitar, percussion by Joop van der Linden. additional bass guitar by Jasper de Beer.

** about ‘Elsie’s Tune’ remix:drums: Mischa Porte, bass guitar: Jasper de Beer guitar: Joop van der Lin-den, additional vocals: Elsie Levelt, Korg MS20: Daniël Cornelisse, burling gap field recording: Joshua Cornelisse. Remixed and mixed at Blaisdell Studio by: Michiel “Irie” Cornelisse

2 remixes


recorded & mixed by Kasper Frenkel at Electric Monkey Studio Amsterdam, October 2015. produced by the Amsterdam Klezmer Band & Kasper Frenkel. mastered at 76mastering Michiel Cornelisse.

Jasper de Beer: double bass, backing vocals on # 13Job Chajes: alto saxophone, vocals on # 1, 3, 4, 13, organ on # 2Alec Kopyt: percussion, vocals on # 2, 6, 7, 11, 12Gijs Levelt: trumpet, backing vocals on # 13Joop van der Linden: tromboneJanfie van Strien: clarinet, extra percussion on # 2, 3, darbuka on # 5Theo van Tol: accordion

guest musicians:Fay Lovsky: vocals, drimba and glockenspiel on RingdingdingCarelain Bergtop and Amina Bitondo-Wijntje (The Burners): backing vocals on VrijdagBokkie Vink: cimbalom on The Hipster’s LifeWillem Verburg: speaking voice on The Wicked Gasse


ringdingding soir & midi & matinIl met son grainil ira loinquel festinl’amour qui n’a pas d’fin

morning, noon, evening, nightsevery hour i stand and longi think of just one thingringdingdingdingdingdinginside or out, the kitchen, the tablecurtains, blinds, the sheets, the bedmy hips, my pelvis, your thighs, your looksi can’t wait no more, you’re driving me madhow many flowers does it takehow delightful should my cooking bei slave till i drop downbiribim-biribimbimbijnupstairs or groundfloor, in bath, on the floorin-between, lengthy, with a brandy a-sidei can’t wait no longer, you got what i wantcome on on, come on in, come around

soir & matin & midiil me suivitça m’finitj’en suis grisemon chéri tu m’épuises

and then i come home my babymy sweet, my dry, my wettyfor you i walk through wallswater, storm and fireballscome, sit with me and we chat just a biti look in your eyes to see where you hangdigest stories, supporting your spinei regard you, protect you.. uhh!with no effort, sweating, blushingi am the boundless onethat man who does everythinglike a big spender, that’s my thingohoh, the bear inside me revivedand you’re here, thank god, amenlet me grab you, fondle your topsyou are what i want biribim-birimbops


soir & matin & minuitpoursuiviemon cher marisi seulement, si j’pouvais lui direlaisse-moi dormiiiiir!

cocek á la kopytkoe ka roe ka koe ka roei don’t seem to fit inand our mad mankind leaves me with insomniachi ri bim bam chi ri bomit is like smashing one’s head against the brick wallmorning till night, the tempo is rising

chorus:

every morning, we repeat our tricky pass-wordand then learn the new truth right off the screenbut our batteries dry up and the hard drive’s burning out people know everything, penni-less and indebted

yes, humanity got smart and pushy,smug and thievingwherever you see people, you have to be on guardwe seem to be lost and confused; those who are not with us are traitorsthose, who don’t listen to us and obey us, they are renegades and rebels

chorus


oyoyoychorus:oyoyoy, life, ah that’s so beautifuljajajaa, lopsadrietsahopsasa

aaauu!!hn schlecht!mother funky schmaltzbrother funky fathoewhaah!gut, gutshpil zhe mir a lideleshpil it like it shouldoh oh!hn schlecht!one and one is two now babelisten what i saywadada, wadadaraga in the hopsasashake it ‘til you schweat until you drop and play that music twice!

chorus

if you got mazzel life can be a lot of fundays will come and go and everyday you just begunin the after hours there is time for romantiquewild nights, delightfulparties ‘till you freakworking for your passionfrom the heart, a bit of doughbumped onto the floor or did you fall out of the flowget yourself togetheron your feet, another day,forget your pile of rubble now,hopsholadiejoliejéé

chorus


vrijdagsinging, playing, dancing, partyingfriday, again it’s fridayagain it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancingfriday, again it’s friday

i like coffee, i like icesome french fries at a time are too nicei like springtime, i like the suna good chat with some wine on the balconygive me some klezmer, I’ll dream awayon clouds, blue skies, a green hedgethick, fat Klezmer, no bullshitthe akbgypsy-melody, transylvania-moldovácracking jokes in the east, west and southpolka-hopping with the sevenyou people are cool? we stay after elevenfor a zilberne chassene, terkishcocek, tsiftetelli, genebbisjwe’ll play on until we live exhausted lives

and then the hangover, it was too latesome black brew, and a herring on my platepeople, women, blokes, freaks, they kept going onplay! now play! what do we pay you for?of course, with a meal and some wine in my tummyi blow my saxophone every style with my hearthijaz, bebop, ahava-raba, mucamjoppie david chajes, i’m born in amsterdamtogether with my pals of the klezmer bandwe know every street, every corner, every square in this landso now you know where to bump into us

singing, playing, dancing, partyingfriday, again it’s friday,again it’s weekend and we’re going out for dancingfriday, again it’s friday


alec’s ascultare i’ll be overjoyed the day brothers will stop killing each otherbut our history is doing roundswhen you are fed lies that life’s getting betterand the future looks goodbrace yourself; things might get worsewhen someone is extremely righteous believer in depriving women of their rights, be it priest, imam or rabbi, quite often they clandestinely visit prosti-tuteswhen the holy russia rids itself of all the rat-like human trash it breedsthat very glorious day i will get baptisedwhen tv day and night yellsthat we shall win and kill all the numerous enemies

i know the time is upi have to leave here

when russia will be getting on its feetplease, warn me

i don’t want to be there while that happenswhen the country is getting kind of hungryfolk need to have an enemyof the people to execute publicly

the hipster’s lifewho is he, a hipster? oh, yes… here is his neatly trimmed beardhis clothes are from all the right brandshe is covered with tattooshis hair is crew cutthe neck is clean-shavenand his attitude is totally positivehe is fully focused on the screen of his


smart phonehe has the most expensive headphonesfitting neatly over his gel-covered hairinternet, the oracle of the ultimate truthis telling him the latest news and will give him the formula of the eternal happiness

dualityi am particlei am wavei am dual

do not analyse medo not define me

i am the cat that’s alive and dead

elsie’s tunehello, auntie khajayou have a parcel from chiankhaiit contains three chinese menthey are busy painting their eggs

please, buy my cigaretteslook at me - i am barefoot

single roommy temples are silver coloureddoctors say it is from too much stressand i am singing about getting the ticket to oblivionfestivals, festivals-too much ado about nothing


and the goal is to get to my hotel room with my showermy tv, my whiskey, my shower, my bed and, hopefully, my sleep

chorus:listen, my dear good friendtell me please: how comethat everything and everyone around turned completely silent

i don’t criticisebut praise those who want to be at the steering wheelaim and reach out for the starsmeanwhile, ilike the sunraywill break through the cloudsso here is my pay check and the key for the single room

chorus

the wicked gassei once went back to the wicked gassestraight downtown, no surprises for merain, shit weather but fuckin’ crowdedcrammed with people, searching for luckthe pawn shop, gambling house, casinoladies with shimmy purpose, in chinooy fellows, what an urban pridejunkies on the corner, cops on the side

watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout cause that street smells dead

lots of dudes with dark glancessuspicious steps onto the barheavy drinking under high pressurei stood aside, didn’t see who hit firstfists against jaws against fistsbadam, badam, badabedebambamchairs through the air, racesback in the wicked gasse


watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout or you wind up badwatchout, watchoutcause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout cause that street smells dead

i was born in the wicked gasselearned a lot in the wicked gassealways fights in the wicked gasseno surprises for me in the wicked gassenor the pawn shop, the gambling casinothe ladies with shimmy purpose in chinooy fellows, all this urban prideis no more then an empty hide

watchout, watchout cause they hit you on the headwatchout, watchout or you wind up badwatchout, watchout cause they hit you on the head

watchout, watchout cause that street smells dead


thanks:Kasper Frenkel, Ottoline Rijks, Guillaume Warmerdam, Martin Draax, Friso Aartse, Andries and Gerda Van Wieren, Sonja Hei-jmann, Stan Rijven, Michiel Cornelisse, Er-nestien Lammen-De Vries, Heiko Ebner, Fred Van Diem, Manon Blom, Marco De Klerk, Sandra Bulthuis, Emiel Barendsen, Jan Douwe Kroeske, Femke Lutgerink, Mariken Bijnen, Oscar and Elsie Levelt, Nona Kopyt, Irena Weisberg, Slavchets, Zhenia Kondra-tiuk, Yuriy Gurzhy, Valya Ostapenko, Max Vasilyev, Gabrielle Marks, Jaap Boonstra, Andrey Chernigov, Roman Wolgin, Claartje & Fientje Chajes, Simon Chajes, Gisèle Erwteman, Joël Chajes, Tante Julia, Arnold and Mieke van den Broek, HenkJan van Minnen, Co Volvo, Marian Berna, Jeremy and Iona Sztykman, Jori Collignon, Simon Akkermans, Elsa Pelganta, Daan Geuke, Rowan de Beer, Willem Verburg, Roland de Beer, Irina Filtzer and Aart Kramer, Peter and

Berber van Strien, Paul -Chris van Strien, Arno Prins, Amina Bitondo Wijntje, Henriëtte Post, Floris Vermeulen, Karin Klooster, Nico Schaafsma and all staff members of the Performing Arts Fund NL, World Music Forum, Janneke Merlijn de Vries, Elske van der Linden, Sam van der Linden, Piet and Nel van der Linden and last but not least thanks to all our fans who have been supporting us through the years.


management: Andries van Wieren3S Music Group - www.3smusic.eu +31-6-2211 4406

Copyright 2016 Amsterdam Klezmer Band. all rights reserved. Amsterdam Klezmer Band is supported by the Performing Arts Fund NL

design and artwork by Martin Draax

www.amsterdamklezmerband.com


Once a group of buskers playing traditional Yiddish party music on the streets, the AKB has evolved into a prolific band that is not limited by traditions and expectations. On the four-teenth AKB album, we get to hear a passionate band that feels at home in intimate theatres, and unleashes euphoric festival parties as well.

Oyoyoy covers a wide range of topics and moods. Some tracks illuminate the joy of wild parties that go on until dawn. Other songs beg for peace or reflect on lonely hotel nights. The album jumps be-tween party and tranquility, between love and desire, between hap-piness and melancholy. The rawness of the Electric Monkey Studio and the authentic musical roots prove to be a perfect match on this album. Oyoyoy is the natural next step in the evolution of progres-sive Klezmer from Amsterdam.

As a bonus, the AKB invited friends to remix some of the new songs. The result is an EP with infectious Klezmer tracks that keep traditional music fresh, urgent and very danceable.

Hoewhaah!


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