OVADYA

OVADYA

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Original, neo-psychedelic, world & jazz-influenced rock: MidEast/Celtic/modal textures. From Oud to neo-metal and trance, electric violin to some seriously fly guitar. From Balkan style harmonies to gut wrenching rock. Extremely unique, infectious songs. www.ovadya.net

Biography

O•VAD•YA is a new adventure in music. Six unique people combined to fuse an utterly uncategorizable, addicitve sound. The originator's [Hurley] previous band received affirmations such as label offers, positive reviews from Chicago Tribune, Illinois Entertainer, Guitar World, New York's CMU and charting in CMJ, etc., etc., and is excited about the unique combination found in these seven people to flesh out an extremely unusual aural journey...

Lyrics

Oasis

Written By: M Hurley

I never wanted to have any kind [of] illusion
As to what it is... that I am
Still and all I wondered about the strange collusion
Of things that just may stem
From happenstance, or simply chance,
The dance of fate... or you

I never wanted to put you in a box,
Sterile as a tidy room,
Throw away the keys after locking all the locks,
Seal up your spirit in a mind like a tomb,
Seal up your spirit in a mind like a tomb
Seal up your spirit in a mind... like a tomb

[CHORUS]
Oasis, water in the burning sand... Oasis, water in the burning sand...
Erases... thirst (as first) you drink from hand of peace

I always wanted, starting from the soul
To give to you from my whole being
Counting out the cost as things may take their toll
Price to pay, the blind man’s seen
The blind man’s seen, in some small way
A ray of light... or two

I always wanted, in spite of what I am
To love you in my own way
In spite of all the baggage and the things which may condemn,
Let your spirit of freedom rule the day
Let your spirit of freedom rule the day
Let your spirit of revolution... rule the day

[CHORUS]
Oasis, water in the burning sand... Oasis, water in the burning sand...
Erases... thirst (as first) you drink from hand of peace

Blue Tubes

Written By: M Hurley

Put your mind on automatic pilot;
And your body on cruise control,
And go thru the motions of another day—
Don’t let them drug your soul (o-ol)

Peel your eyes in the blackness;
And seal your dreams in a jar
And feel your way in a darkened room—
But don’t forget who you are

Blue tubes flicker,
Rupturing the darkness
Structuring the silence
In a million living rooms...

Blue tubes flicker,
Novocaine the present
Portend for the future
Apocalypse is dancing,
Gold mushrooms...

Peel your eyes in the blackness;
And seal your dreams in a jar
And feel your way in a darkened room—
But don’t forget who you are (a-are)

Peel your eyes in the blackness;
And seal your dreams in a jar
And feel your way in a darkened room—
But don’t forget who you are (a-are)

Instrumental

Park your soul into gridlock
(And) Lay your mind at the door
Numb your way thru a
Dumbed-down day
But don’t forget there is more

Peel your eyes in the blackness;
And seal your dreams in a jar
And feel your way in a darkened room—
But don’t forget who you are (a-are)

Blue tubes flicker,
Rupturing the darkness
Structuring the silence
In a million living rooms...

Blue tubes flicker,
Novocaine the present
Portend for the future
Apocalypse is dancing,
Gold mushrooms...

Peel your eyes in the blackness;
And seal your dreams in a jar
And feel your way in a darkened room—
But don’t forget who you are (a-are)

Memories Buried

Written By: M Hurley

(Look) there’s the bar on the corner where my dad drank for years—
He’d come stumbling home after vodka and beers
And the fights in the night that would follow our ears,
As we shivered and hid and swallowed our fears

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough

There’s a cigarette glowing in the dark on the porch,
And a burned out mind and a hole from a scorch
From a dropped cigarette that was his vigilant torch
Of a shell of a man and the hell that he forged

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough

Look, there’s the dis-coloration on the side of her cheek,
From when his hand flew out right at the peak
Of the typical abuse every night of the week
When the words would fly in a raging shriek

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough

Hang out a sign on the back of my car;
“Handicapped” (memories of a bar)
And every blow
I’ve carried so far
Is an invisible wound but a palpable scar

Well, there are memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time,
But not so nearly so long... enough
Memories buried, but not gone,
Memories carried for a long, long, long, long time
Gonna find a back that’s very strong
—A back that’s very nearly strong... enough

Discography

Driftless
Blue Thread Records "Live"

MP3's Available on 18 web sites, including CD Baby, Tower Records, Rhapsody, Audio Lunch Box and Apple I Tunes, etc.

Radio airplay and press both internationally, nationally and locally (including Chicago's WIIT and WXRT).

Set List

It varies.
As a band we have the happy problem of much material and variety (that still has the signature "Ovadya" sound).

We have as many as four sets right now and expanding. What this means is that you could hear anything from Middle Eastern Metal (I kid you not) to psychedelic acoustuc. Anywhere from 30 mins to several hours. We modify our approach to the venue. Example: On one end of the spectrum, we played Mensa, did "Unplugged." Other end is playing at the Note, an event and venue that is primarily hard core/metal. Different venues: anything from World jazz bombast to---whatever!