I Feel Alive (IMRI)
Question: if I call him INRI instead, is that sacrilegious? That may be the most highbrow joke I’ve ever written.
Yes, we get it, you’re all young and energetic.
Breaking me to pieces
I wanted you to know that every piece broke from you
Following that logic, “me” was actually “you” and the only way that would be possible is if “you” were “me” from earlier or later in time. It’s these types of things keep me up at night.
Two years ago, Israel sent far-too-young-to-be-sparking-my-feelings-of-lust Nadav Guedj with Golden Boy, a boastful song delivered with a dose of cheeky self-deprecation. Last year they sent gothlike, Adam-Lambert-channelling, Hovi Star singing Made of Stars, the most heart-breakingly beautiful song to grace the Eurovision stage in years. Maybe next year they’ll resume sending a quality entry.
Nadav Guedj from 2016 isn’t a bear per se, but I’ll make an exception.