Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 9 March 2014
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 6 March 2016
Glasgow Reform Synagogue, 11 March 2017
by Scott C. Chase 9 March 2014
written for Pickup Purimspiel 2, “Bro(e)n III ¾: (The) Never-ending Saga”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 6 March 2016
(to the tune of ‘Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley’, Eurovision Sverige 1984)
Morten Kaj: hero, ascending career, oh
Suddenly I’m pushed aside, forgotten man
(You need a new career plan)
One day in the city (you’re sitting there thinking)
Lots of self-pity (you saw something blinking)
It gave me a groovy idea
Oh, what a fab solution
Alef bet gimel hey, I will make those Jews pay
In the most spectacular style
I’ll be dancing in the streets
flaunting my purposes vile
Alef bet gimel hey, they’ll be saying “oy vey”
and the chief I will surely beguile
coercing wicked deeds
with my dastardly smile
I have a vision for the excision
of that pestiferous tribe known as the Jews
(We feel his wickedness ooze)
What of the hitches (you’ll conquer them neatly)
And rumors this kitsch is? (refuting completely)
Oh, I can have all I fancy
In my fantastical world
Alef bet gimel hey, I will make those Jews pay
in the most spectacular style
I’ll be dancing in the streets
flaunting my purposes vile
Alef bet gimel hey, they’ll be saying “oy vey”
and the chief I will surely beguile
coercing wicked deeds
with my dastardly smile
Right now it’s just a dream, but need to put in motion
Fulfill my goals, using all of my devotion
Me, the most despicable
Oh…oh…
Oh…oh…
Alef bet gimel hey, they’ll be saying “oy vey”
and the chief I will surely beguile
coercing wicked deeds
with my dastardly smile
I’ll be dancing in the streets
flaunting my purposes vile
written for Pickup Purimspiel 2, “Bro(e)n III ¾: (The) Never-ending Saga”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 6 March 2016
(to the tune of ‘Heroes’, Eurovision Sverige 2015)
Eco-terrorists are on the loose
We can’t undo what might be done
if they’re successful
One dispatched nefarious Gertrud
an ending shocking everyone
(don’t be forgetful)
I’ve got to find these cads
and stop their plot, so we will have tomorrow, son
and can be restful
They will poison our dish most preferred
Most fiendish caper ever heard:
Green chicken soup, oh what a crime
Not a dish that we would want at our mealtime
Green chicken soup, oh what a crime
O-o-o-o-oy, O-o-o bo-o-oy
Not a dish that we would want at our mealtime
They’ll not destro-o-oy, O-o-o-o-oy
Green chicken soup, oh what a crime
O-o-o-o-oy, Oh, what a plo-o-oy
Not a dish that we would want at our mealtime
We can’t en-jo-o-oy, O-o-o-o-oy
They’ll start with soup and escalate
Green bagels, lox, gefilte fish
Abominations
Green cholent (what would Sonja say?)
and emerald kreplach, kugel, knish
We don’t want mutations
Saint Paddy’s is still ten days off
No need to put your tukhes oyfn tish
Please, no fixations
They will poison our dish most preferred
Most fiendish caper ever heard
Now sing together:
Green chicken soup, oh what a crime
O-o-o-o-oy, this does ano-o-oy
Not a dish that we would want at our mealtime
O-o-o-o-oy, don’t quash our jo-o-oy
Green chicken soup
Yeech!
written for Pickup Purimspiel 2, “Bro(e)n III ¾: (The) Never-ending Saga”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 6 March 2016
(to the tune of ‘Dansevise’, Eurovision Danmark 1963)
A gunshot through a window
A bloody shirt that’s been binned
Web of crime that is spinning is just the beginning
of this story’s whirlwind
A hanging from a treetop
A body washed up on the sand
A strangling at Kastrup, a stabbing in Taastrup
Crime here has gotten out of hand
You will need a new mate
Someone who’ll get the job done
I will admit that I can frustrate
but can outshoot anyone
And us two? What of us two?
Am I your new cup of tea?
I confess that I’m tactless, yet possess an exactness
So I’ll make a fabulous queen bee
I’m the one, I’m the one
You can bet that we’ll have lots of fun
I’m the one, I’m the one
I’m the one to be your liaison
Give it a chance
What’s there to lose?
Give it a chance
Let us dance, let us shmooze
And us two? What of us two?
Am I your new cup of tea?
I confess that I’m tactless, yet possess an exactness
So I’ll make a fabulous queen bee
I’m the one, I’m the one
Your liaison
written for Pickup Purimspiel, “Bro(e)n II ½: The Saga Continues”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 9 March 2014
(to the tune of ‘Waterloo’, Eurovision Sverige 1974)
My, my, in Shushan town did Haman at last surrender
But nej, in Öresund our destiny’s not quite a similar fate
Megillah that sits on the shelf
Not always repeating itself
(Chorus)
Purimspiel: truthhood and lies are together now
Purimspiel: wackiness, parody, we allow
Purimspiel: hamentasch, groggers, folk bad and good
Purimspiel: so many people misunderstood
Purimspiel: do it all over if we but could
My, my, we tried to make it work but it was crazy
But nej, and now it seems our only chance is ending this farcenow
We thank you for joining us here
And feel like we’ve won, if you cheer!
(Chorus)
We thank you for joining us here
And feel like we’ve won, if you cheer!
Purimspiel: hamentasch, groggers, folk bad and good
Purimspiel: so many people misunderstood
Purimspiel: do it all over if we but could
Purimspiel: do it all over if we but could
Purimspiel: do it all over if we but could
written for Pickup Purimspiel, “Bro(e)n II ½: The Saga Continues”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 9 March 2014
(to the tune of ‘Euphoria’, Eurovision Sverige 2012)
How, how has this situation come to pass?
Now, with everything I say I’m such an ass.
Oh no, I cannot do the things I want to do
And so, with every step I take I’m serving you.
(Chorus)
Truth warrior
You’ve trapped us in your rotten spell
From now on, no more fibs we’ll tell
We cannot stop-op-op-op-op-op-op
Truth warrior
We’ll never understand just why
Impossible to tell a lie
We cannot stop-op-op-op-op-op-op
We are here, we’re in a world where everything’s reversed
We’re not free: lies are forbidden, have we all been cursed?
Addicted, conflicted, restricted, we’re trapped in a weird mystery
No liar, we tire, it’s dire, the greatest crime in history.
(Chorus)
Conflicted, we’re trapped in a weird mystery
It’s dire, the greatest crime in history.
(Chorus)
written for Pickup Purimspiel, “Bro(e)n II ½: The Saga Continues”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 9 March 2014
(to the tune of ‘Fly on the wings of love’, Eurovision Danmark 2000)
(Saga-Esther)
Over Öresund, not too far from Lund
Is my greatest trial
So the heat is on, outcome’s not foregone
no more queen of denial.
He’s finally gotten rid of that old crone
I’ll be the greatest queen to share his throne.
I’m not a ditzy blonde
I’m distinct from the mob
I’ll reach for his golden wand
Touching its knob.
(Asbjörn)
If you make the grade, and I can be swayed
You’ll become my empress
And throughout the land, we’ll walk hand in hand
Just don’t be a temptress.
I’ve finally gotten rid of that old crone
Will this one be the choice to share my throne?
She’s not a ditzy blonde
Distinct from the mob
Reaching my golden wand
Touching its knob.
(The people)
Distinct from the mob
She’s not a ditzy blonde
Reaching his golden wand
Touching its knob.
Distinct from the mob
A ditzy blonde
written for Pickup Purimspiel, “Bro(e)n II ½: The Saga Continues”
Öresunds Limmud, Malmö, Sweden, 9 March 2014
(to the tune of ‘Only Teardrops’, Eurovision Danmark 2013)
The queen is gone tonight
The king’s on edge tonight
No serenades to soothe him
Year after year, why are his matches so scarred?
Please tell us why, why does he make it so hard?
Look at us now, we’ve got to find a him a new dame
It’s such a pain
(Chorus)
How many times can we hear this news?
How many times does he have to choose a queen (oy)
Only tsurris
How many times we’ve been in this plight?
How many times till he gets it right? Eighteen? Oy!
Only tsurris
So come and face him now
Here on this stage tonight
Just leave your past behind you
Year after year, why are his matches so scarred?
Please tell us why, why does he make it so hard?
Look at us now, we’ve got to find a him a new dame
It’s such a pain
(Chorus)
What’s come until now
We must disavow
Only tsurris
What’s come until now
We must disavow
(Chorus)
Only tsurris
Only tsurris
(Chorus)
(with apologies to Israel Beilin)
I’m dreaming of a white Purim
Just like the ones I used to know
Golden scepters glisten
and children listen
To hear graggers one can’t blow
I’m dreaming of a white Purim
With every hamentasch I eat
Today we our enemies defeat
And may all our Purims be upbeat.
(in slightly snowy Aalborg)
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