Noa Babayof

Noa Babayof

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Singer/songwriter, whose songs are highly accurate sketches of poetry interwoven with sounds, that captures the listener and penetrate the deepest cells of the heart. Her mesmerizing songwriting, along with the angel-clear voice, is what makes Noa one of the most promising folk artists today.

Biography

The young Israeli singer/songwriter Noa Babayof is rapidly establishing a presence on the new international folk scene.
Her debut album From A Window To A Wall was recently recorded and mixed by renowned Greg Weeks (The Espers) at his studio in Philadelphia. The album is set for a US/European release in spring 2008 on Weeks' new analog recording label Language of Stone.

From A Window To A Wall features lush string arrangements backing up Noa's arresting singing and writing style. Noa is influenced by the likes of Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan, along with such contemporary icons as Diane Cluck, Smog and the Espers. Anova Music, Noa's Israeli management and label, released From A Window To A Wall locally in fall 2007.

The Album will be released in the US with Language Of Stone on June 17, 2008

Lyrics

Marching Band

Written By: Noa Babayof

Marching band

It’s been too much time
To write this song
I’ve been a way
I’ve been gone

But I think this time I’ll change my way
I think I’ll write a song today
I think I’ll lose

When we first met,
I think you knew,
It could be bad, or it could be you

That will change the way I use to feel
Two marching bands up on the hill
I think I’ll play

But if I leave in the summer
And green turns brown
Heat turns cold
It takes time to see the gold

Sad times,
Loving you

Spent too much time
Being afraid,
I used to stare, I used to wait

But I think this time I’ll have my days
With northern lights, crystal nights and stay
Above the blue

It could be late,
But here’s my song
When I get back will you be home

‘Cause I think I’ve changed my way
But I still feel,
That two marching bands are better than to kill
One man’s band

Sad times
Are leaving you.

Mid Town Fair

Written By: Noa Babayof

Hard to know
If it’s going to pass
Your eyes completing rounds
Of full circles in the air

I see you’re headed to the mid town fair
It grows on your spirit
Central stage everywhere

Make it last

I’ll take a train
And ride it down
You’ll take off and lose the ground
Will we find it again?

Hard to wait
When it’s getting too late
Your eyes completing rounds
Back stage image, no one there

Hard to stay
When I’ve been gone away
My mind completing round
Two-way passage on display

Make it last

I have my doubts
You have your fears
We’ll make a date to disappear
Will we find us again?

One Song

Written By: Noa Babayof


One song
Makes it harder for you
Oh can’t you see
You are my best in time

One place
Makes it further for you
Oh can’t you see
We’re in the same back line

And I’m taping my confusion
And writing on the walls
I’m painting my illusion
So I won’t have to call you, call you
Time after time

One touch
Your shoulder trembles inside
Oh what use to be
Won’t come again in time

One tune
You’re dancing
Crimson and blue
Oh the black you see
Once was pure gold of mine

And I’m taping my confusion
And writing on the walls
I’m painting my illusion
So I won’t have to need you, need you
Time after time

Them That Are Writing These Songs

Written By: Noa Babayof

Them that are writing these songs,
Keeping far distance at home
Keeping the words that I wanted to say
Turned to a secret today,
Soon I'll be on my way

She who had wrote what I feel
Keeping my thoughts there to steal
And into her music she weaves in sorrow and pain
And in golden letters my name,
And in smaller letters my shame

Words craft, children’s stories, and time
Kept in arrangements and rhymes
And inside the music
I had no one to blame
Nor voice or spirit to claim
No points of courage to gain

Them that are writing theses songs
Keep out the flesh, leave the bones
Keeping the words that I wanted to say
Kept as a secret they'll stay
Out of reach distance a way

This Year's Parade

Written By: Noa Babayof

This year’s parade
I came wearing my skin to trade
And all my thoughts to the higher bid
Myself intentions to a stranger in a street

This year’s parade
Waiting for the time to fade
Heaven knows to my disgrace
Yourself reflections , are so hard to trace

Looking for a crown to fit
I’ll hang my head down
I see confusion got you to quit
And you have no idea,
If you’ve been lost or found
On this year’s parade

This year’s parade
Got my sadness in a box to stay
You’ve cut your strings,
And flow a way
Heaven knows,
I had no words to say

Looking for a crown to fit
I’ll hang my head down
I see confusion got you to quit
And you have no idea,
If you’ve been lost or found
On this year’s parade .

Loving You

Written By: Noa Babayof

Oh, let me take you down this way
In the first light I will sing and play
It’s like a shadow that I’m coming in this time
And there’s no reason to leave this love behind

Oh, let me fill the night in day
Under the moonlight I will sing and play
It’s almost like flying,
That you’re coming in this time
And there’s no denying the happiness I find
In loving you

Now that I’ve got all my beliefs and rhymes
Tell me what you need
Now I know,
Where this road leads
I know that I’ll meet
I know that it takes me
Down to you

Oh, silence eases my soul again
If we’ll be quiet,
We could remain the same
It’s like a whisper that we’re coming in this time
And there’s no more crying
The weeping days are done

Oh, let me keep the night and you
In the sunlight, will it still be true
I feel like you’re sliding,
And going on your way
But there’s no use in trying
To change my constant way
Of loving you .

A Song For Me

Written By: Noa Babayof

When I go,
You’ll write a song for me
Now the words come out so easily
You’ve kept them locked,
But now you see

That what you’ve known,
Has changed in just one day,
Oh the one you thought was here to stay
Turned feather clouds of yesterday

I’m taking time
I have to make it mine
I’ll take the time
I’ll go a way to find you

When it will be over,
I’ll come to you again
When my words get broken,
Nothing is true to me

That’s how I’ll know
What’s right or wrong for me
Sleeping days won’t set me free
I’ll find a way, so I could be

Taking the time
I have to make it mine
I’ll take the time
I’ll find myself,
To find you.

At Your Death

Written By: Noa Babayof

See them all a round you,
At your death
How great, how kind
What a sweet death poet,
He was

And I have always loved you
Strange love, some might say
All I do, turns to blue
This is not my song,
For you

At your death,
She will come with her baby,
With a different Dady and sigh
Women with sparks
So clear and dark
Who’ve played with your brain
Will fade with the rain
At your death,

Life will be simple again

And though it’s just illusion
That you’re over and gone
While I pray,
Still you say, sing this song for me

At your death,
She will come with her baby,
With a different Dady and sigh
Women with sparks
So clear and dark
Who’ve played with your brain
Will fade with the rain
At your death,

Life will be simple again.

Before Sleep

Written By: Noa Babayof


I burn bridges,
As quickly as I burn myself
I use to run, run, run,
Without making one step

Words come slower,
As you lose the race
They took you down, down, down
But you’ve never looked back
It’s not what it means ,
It’s not the way it should sound
It’s the world on your shoulder,
That you carry around

Well, you rode out
I tried to love you right,
But I failed again
You felt the same

And it’s just another night
Your light,
Is running low.

Cotton Strings

Written By: Noa Babayof

It’s funny when I called
You were at the angels fall
You said I play my guitar
As if it had cotton strings

Cotton wings
Cotton hymns
You cannot win,
With cotton dreams

But I count my ways
I count my days,
I write as lace,
There’re holes in my poetry

I sing it loud,
I play with doubt
Oh, well I still count your ways of loving me

And I find hard to confess,
I’m oblivion first lady
And I play my heart on that cotton string

I keep it hid,
Just like you did
I had to lead my mind that way

‘Cause I count my ways
I count my days,
I write as lace,
There’re holes in my poetry

But you’ve taken my heart away,
And it’s a lonely tune six cotton strings
Will play.

Indian Queen

Written By: Noa Babayof

I think often of you, I hope you're feeling better.
It's been hard for me, getting it together.

We live in different rooms. You said yours is getting smaller. I bet you're lying there with all your typical anger.

But wonderful things will come your way. Flowers like you've dreamed , will grow in your hair. And your bitter tears will have honey flowing in between. You'll stay like we played. My indian queen.

It's so quiet now, and I'm remembering your crazy talking. You wanted to take the last train, just because you had no idea where it was going.

Now we live in different rooms. You said yours is getting smaller. I bet you're lying there, waiting for the final closure.

But wonderful things will come your way. Flowers like you've dreamed , will grow in your hair. And your bitter tears will have honey flowing in between. You'll stay like we played. My indian queen.

Discography

From A Window To A Wall (2008) :
Israel release - Anova Records
US Release - Language Of Stone