Walking on a Wire

‘Walkin’ on a Wire’ is an original piano driven song featuring electric guitar, thought provoking lyrics, powerful singing and poetic spoken word. Mom and son duo, Asaf and Kira, deliver a moving message in this latest release from their OC MIX BUSS album.

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Guitar: Anton Emmerton

Walkin’ on a wire
riskin’ all that I got
just to get a lil’ higher
erryday I don’t stop
over vallies filled with fire
winds blow and rain drops
I’ll be walkin’ on this wire
all the way to the top

In the middle of my life
I found myself alone
walkin’ on a wire
my dreams carried me along
I held to every moment
with a tooth and nail
hoping to be strong
hoping not to fail
looking to the stars
to guide me through the dark
to give me but a clue
to light a little spark

In the middle of my life
I wanted all to end
and yet each day I woke
determined to ascend
I knew I must go on
I knew I should not quit
for this is but a course
in God’s prerequisite
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California

Don’t Be A Hater

Wassup you all, listen up! Momma K has a special Mother’s Day message for all: DON’T BE A HATER!

This uplifting song has a motivational message for children and adults alike. “Life is a magic ride, stand up and live with pride!” Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there!

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Whys

WHYS is a hard hitting hip hop, spoken word, classical music crossover. Asaf Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks deliver a powerful blend of symphonic orchestration, heartfelt melodies, riveting rhythms and thought provoking lyrics.

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks

I wrote the poem I recite on May 18, 1998. Twenty-one years have passed but despite the many advances–our world is still in turmoil. I wonder why and will we ever wake up. –Kira
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A note from Asaf:

The shooting at Chabad in Poway resonated deep inside me. Only four years ago, I was tied-up at gunpoint by three armed thugs when they robbed my studio. After staring down the barrel of a gun, knife to my throat, wondering if it will be my last moment—I am grateful to still be alive. However, horrific attacks like these rob us of our innocence and sense of security. This past Sabbath service at Chabad, these feelings struck home again. Instead of the typical cheerful sounds of children playing hoops outside, we were all inside guarded by heavily armed security. It was eerie. Just a few days before, we remembered the Holocaust and suddenly this was not just a chapter in history—it was a reality. Right here, in beautiful sunny southern California, in the Land of the Free, Jews were forced to be locked down in their house of worship. And I wondered Why?

The day after the robbery, I came back determined to rebuild my studio and not allow the incident to define my life—and I made it even better. This is the legacy of the Jewish people. Despite countless atrocities, we never gave up, and went on to rebuild our homeland into a beautiful thriving country. Still I wonder why—why are rockets falling? Why all the killings? Why are churches burning? Why are leaders not taking action? Why does the world not open its eyes? So many whys… There are no easy answers, but I still have faith that if we each take responsibility for our actions the pieces will fall into peace. “They shall turn their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they know war any more.” (Isaiah 2:4). -Asaf

13th Sphere

There are 13 attributes of God. In Hebrew, the number 13 signifies the infinite and equals love. This release is a soulful, spiritual, contemporary fusion of spoken word, poetry, R&B, orchestral music and heartfelt vocals.

Dedicated to my beloved brother Ehud Shimoni

Vocals | Lyrics | Music | Production | Performance | Audio Engineering | Art | Videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks at The OC Recording Company

I fly today to place unknown
from a past now long and gone
I fly away from where I’ve been
from all the things I know and seen
into the blue that lays out there
as high as prayers can ever dare.

In my dreams
I saw Your beacon illuminating in the dark
calling me to trust, to trust tomorrow
for I shall reach your holy ark
your 13th Sphere is here, so near

Above the crimson sun I fly
into the blue that is Your eye
still deeper into space–
where once upon we knew Your Grace.

As I fly and as I sail
beyond commotion and guttering gales
I see the wake that stretches on
before we cried in Babylon.

To the Garden where we played
before we knew of good and bad–
where we were happy and never sad
and sat together as One—unclad.

In my dreams I saw Your glory
a sight too awesome to recount
between the blackened cleaving hills
I saw Your temple on the mount
your 13th Sphere is here, so near

I fly to You to Thirteenth Sphere
where all is crisp and very clear
where We will be at last in peace
and where my soul You’ll gently ease.

In my dreams I saw your heavens
open brightly through the skies
and my visions overtook me
that at once I wept a cry
Your 13th Sphere is here, so near
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 9, 2018 | OC, California

W.T.F. is a Friend?

WTF is a Friend? is an artistic fusion of middle eastern/Kurdish music, poetry, spoken word, Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Asaf Productions signature sound. This is the first release off Asaf’s new album OC Mix Buss

Vocals | Lyrics | Music | Production | Performance | Audio Engineering | Art | Videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Who by choice let go and lost me
his heart he closed to cries and pleas
not again will ever find me
your selfishness is a disease.

Who I am
will never die
and to all that’s gone
I say ‘Goodbye’:

To those who tossed me
and then discarded–
to those who took
and then departed–
whomsoever did not love
and all of those who killed my doves.

WTF is a friend?
If he’s not real just pretend
WTF is a friend?
If he don;t fight til the end
WTF is a friend?
If he’ don’t give a fuck aboutcha ends
WTF is a friend?
When it happens over ‘n over again

Whosoever set out to hurt me
his heart he closed to turn mean
need not come to ever see me
your gratitude you smeared too lean.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 2, 2018 | OC, California

Ray Goren NEW BEGINNING

I am delighted to join the creative collaboration of Asaf Fulks/The OC Recording Company with the budding Legend Ray Goren and the release of their debut single NEW BEGINNING.

Ray is an expressive singer/songwriter/storyteller and an electrifying guitarist. He blends elements of pop, hip-hop, rock and soul into a unique new sound. Ray has been mesmerizing his audience since he was 8 years old. Today we celebrate his 19th birthday and coming of age. Happy Birthday Ray! Happy new beginning! Happy spirals to the Stars. Shine, spread loving kindness and make our World a better place.

I was ecstatic to be the featured artist on NEW BEGINNING—keep it turnin’ to the end  Thank you Ray for igniting my artistic mojo  The three of us, Asaf, Ray and I are cooking up many more creative concoctions and can’t wait to share them all with you. So follow, share, subscribe, like, love and spread the word—It’s a NEW BEGINNING!

https://ocrecording.com/ @ocrecording| http://www.raygoren.com/  @raygoren


NEW BEGINNING by ©YakiraShimoniFulks|MixMedia|March 13 ,2019|OC,California
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

EARLY MORNING

Early morning and all seems calm
but inside I feel an ache, a raging storm,
and there is no escape—
my soul has been sullied,
beaten n’ bent outta shape.

Once upon a time the world was bright and happy
it gleamed with light
was blissful, golden and so snappy—
but in an instant all went wrong
and no, there’s no joy
not one happy song.

They say luck is spinning like a wheel
what was up—has turned on its heel—
and in the garden of my life
the flowers have dried up,
my spirit withered, shriveled
and so my spark was snuffed.

I hope the day will come
and we shall meet again—
and then my heart will heal
from this dark daughting pain.

And yet, despite the ills,
the sickness n’ malaise,
I feel You with me now
and every morning— always —
so do not be afraid,
I shall — I will survive—
cos’ there I see the sun rise
and now I feel alive.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 16, 2019 | OC, California

Morning | Original art and poetry by Yakira Shimoni Fulks: oils, watercolors, graphic design, digital art, photography and music ©2019 All Rights Reserved
בוקר | Original art and poetry by Yakira Shimoni Fulks: oils, watercolors, graphic design, digital art, photography and music ©2019 All Rights Reserved

בוקר

בוקר וכאן הכל נראה רגוע
—אך בפנים הלב מרגיש כואב, פצוע
וכך עובר לו ערב אחר יום
.ואין מנוס—הכל נראה איום

—פעם העולם היה בהיר שמח
והכל הבהיק באור לבן זורח
אך בין-רגע הכל כך השתבש
.ואין אין יותר ממה להתרגש

—אומרים שהמזל סובב לו כגלגל
מה שהיה למעלה
—פתאום צנח, נפל
ובגינת חיי כל פרח התייבש
.וגם ליבי קמל, נבל והתחלש

בבקרים רוחי איתך תמיד נושבת
—ואותך אני תמיד אוהבת
כולי תקווה כי שוב עוד נפגש
.ועוד נפשי בתוך קרבי תבער כאז—כאש

ואַף עַל פִּי וגם למרות הכל
— באופק כבר אני רואה עולם חדש גדול
אָז בלי יִראָה אני פה עוד ארקוד
בתוך עולם חובק
עולם אוהב
.עולם ורוד

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
 February 16, 2019 | OC, California

Morning | Original art and poetry by Yakira Shimoni Fulks: oils, watercolors, graphic design, digital art, photography and music ©2019 All Rights Reserved
Morning | Original art and poetry by Yakira Shimoni Fulks: oils, watercolors, graphic design, digital art, photography and music ©2019 All Rights Reserved

SOMETIMES

Sometimes I want to say something
but nothing comes to my head—
sometimes I want to say something
but I feel so empty and dead.

Sometimes I want to write something
but the words jumble instead—
everything sounds trite and so boring
like the tandem thoughts in my head.

Sometimes I miss a far distant illusion
of something I wish had occurred—
true love and eternal profusion
that would turn my pain hazy blurred.

But sometimes I sing ever so brightly
the birds in the sky stop to watch—
and they join me together so spritely
kicking my tunes up a notch.

And suddenly I see it all so clearly
and the world sparks again with aglow—
for I feel You as nearly above me
as the shadow of black crows on snow.

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 13, 2019 | OC, California
For Abba

Crows | Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art