Gypsies and shabopping…

Seriously want to pile on the jewellery & wear floaty clothes all day. Otherwise give me a bathing suit and something cold to drink. Hot in the city today! And while this is happening I want to listen to Devendra Banhart’s Shabop Shalom all day because it makes me smile!

“Our story begins on a Sunday afternoon
Just between halfway tree and Spanish town
Where a young boy
Not yet the cock o’ the walk that he would soon become,
Was lying on the grass and takin’ in the sweet and sensuous scent of hibiscus
That languidly lilted along the summer breeze

It was at this precise moment that he saw her.
Her walk was soft and delicate with a thaumaturgical touch
That only a Rabbi’s daughter could have
Before their eyes had even met
Her luminous lips had already lured him in
Salvation winked with he promise of a briss held at pinnacle
And a congregation of sages bunny hopping and chicken dancing to yiddish mento

Then their eyes linked
An aeon blinked amharic vows were scryed upon their hearts
Just to think this could all be with a frenectomy and a few words of love.

My shabop shalom baby
Won’t you shabop shalom with me
Under the old banana tree
Whoa, whoa

My sweet telavivian lamb’s bread
My heart can act as an emoliant
And you’ll never ever say
Get bent!”

Shop Spell & the Gypsy here. Images via FGR, Zimmerman, Spell & the Gypsy

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