This song is a retelling of the story "The Tainted Grain" by Rebbe Nachman as translated by Rabbi Aryeh Kaplan
Copyright 2018 Emilia Cataldo
Recorded at Little Pioneer Cider House NYC
Performed by Nehedar, featuring Elisheva Maister on Cello and harp
The astrologer looked into the stars and ran hurriedly off to his king
"Next year's crop of grain will be tainted!"He cried
"And I fear we cannot do a thing!"
"For all who would eat it would fall into folly
Losing their grip on what's real"
"What can we do? We can't throw it away!"
Said the king, "we won't live without meal!"
"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps"
The astrologer begged to suggest
"We save for ourselves the crop that's unspoiled
And that way we can save our own necks"
"But no" the king parried, "if we are the few
They won't recognize our appeal"
We'll be lost in a world of madness for having
A grip on the realm of the real"
"Perhaps perhaps, perhaps
The answer is we should eat
From the grain all the same as the people below
And join all the rumpus in the street
But I'll mark your forehead and you should mark mine
And though all our sense will depart
When we glance at each other,
we'll notice the sign, our knowledge will set us apart"