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A dramatic story song; a surprising meditation on memory, the
Holocaust, and how everyone connects to history in a different way.

New York-based songwriter Stuart Kabak shared "Numbers" with me just a few moments I arrived at the legendary "Pirate Camp" at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in 2007. I will always be proud to help Stuart's song reach new audiences.

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He was running some deliveries Down in Borough Park
The traffic was a blasphemy It was late and getting dark
And he had to find a telephone Call up information
There was no way he’d be on time To his final destination

A siren pierced 10th Avenue as a spring gale took his list
So he casually wrote the number on his arm above his wrist
And thinking nothing of it With appointed rounds complete
He stopped into a diner to have a bite to eat

Well the matron on the register reviewed him with alarm
Her eyes went wide with wonder she kept staring at his arm
And she called to him in German – Avrum bist du das? Avrum – is that you?
It was only then he noticed her numerical tattoo

There are numbers on the telephone numbers on a bet
Then there are the numbers you never can forget

He said – my name is Stuart, there must be some mistake
I was born an Anglo Saxon she said this time Gd gave you a break
Of course you don’t remember it was 1942
You were then my only son And like me you were a Jew

They brought us into Dachau in the middle of the night
Not a word was spoken as we marched in muted fright
They threw you in a boxcar with some other boys and men
And despite all prayers and promises you were never seen again

But the demons never figure in their frenzy for control
They can sometimes take your body but they can never reach your soul
And the numbers on your arm mein kinde, as far as I can tell
Are the same you wore when they took you now you’re back and looking well

There are numbers on the calendar Numbers to regret
Then there are the numbers You never can forget

Well he didn’t want to argue for her this was so real
He touched her hand and walked away never got his meal
Driving home he mused at last one could explain
Why he feels a rage inside him when he sees a child in pain
Why he questions all authority why he shuns the beaten path
Why he fears to lose the ones he loves, why he always hated math
Why sometimes he is selfish while longing to be fair
Why the only Hebrew words he knows are from the mourners prayer

There are numbers on the calendar numbers on a lock

Numbers on the telephone numbers on a clock
Numbers on a license plate numbers on a bet
Then there are the numbers you never can forget
You never can forget


from Voices from the Other Side, released January 1, 2012
Words and music © Sandy Cash, Bud-Man Music, BMI
Guitar: Sandy Cash
Cello: Cheryl Berkowitz
Arranged, recorded and produced by David Epstein


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Sandy Cash Israel

From the Midwest to the Middle East, American-born singer-songwriter Sandy Cash is a musical storyteller whose thoughtful – and theatrical – performance style is rooted in the songs on which she grew up back in her native Detroit.

Sandy draws on history and present-day politics, while exploring themes such as the sustaining love of family, a commitment to community, and a healthy sense of humor.
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