As a song writer, Meir wrote some of the most beautiful songs here. Some he sang himself and some others performed. As a song writer he had a great influence on the Israeli music scene. His style was, as he once said: “It’s some kind of sequence along with tiny of blues”.

Meir was born in Kibbutz Mishmarot. As a kid he played the flute then the accordion and guitar. His military service was a combination of a parachutist and a singer. After he discharged he wanted to let go of his current image as a singing-soldier, so via the Kibbutz he went to the USA in hope to get away and study cinema. Instead he was influenced by Bob Dylan’s music for years to come. He returned to Israel a couple of years after, and remained a unique song writer and performer. His songs can be described as funny, sarcastic, with a touch of blues, mostly all together.

Some of his hits: “Get in the car already!”, “Terminal Luminalt”, “Song of pain” , “Going idle”, “Seeds of summer” and many more…

Going Idle – Meir Ariel

He’s his own boss, don’t need no favour
does’nt carry a pencil or a paper
one shoe lace is torn, the other is absent
one step is sure, the other reluctant

going idle yeh, going idle

The streets give him time and no bill
here and there he rolls in small allies, whenever he feels
searching in the dark for stuff to sigh through
in any case he’ll bump in to a lady that wants to

going idle yeh, going idle

Terminal Luminalt Lyrics by Meir Ariel

After my release, the doctors recommended
a monthly visit to the airport
will do me good to see a big plane take off
though a transparent tear
it relieves the pressure on the washed eye

I take a positive afternoon off
say to myself, one day I’ll quit this too
maybe jog a bit, but then, I’m almost through

Terminal, Je t’aime, I love you terminal
bela mia

The doors see through me and open
I walk slow with lots of attitude not spoken
and all this intercontinental tickles me
I go to the toilets to freshen up
is that a crazy man in the mirror?

chicks like terminal all over the place,
standing there arched, two pomegranates,
long earring and shortly hair..
just like a suspected luggage at Swissair
the security officer next to her, just stares

Terminal, Je t’aime, I love you terminal
bela mia

I run to the departures board
there a flight to Zurich via Rome
polite speakers around do warn
then I feel a sharp throne
and come to a conclusion of my own:

Terminal, Je t’aime, I love you terminal
bela mia

I run back Swissair, to catch a stare
chicks like her you’ll find on every page
but she’s not there, nor the security officer

Almost breathless I hit a ledge
the big sunset light is blinding
wait! a Swissair Boeing is arriving!

Terminal, Je t’aime, I love you terminal
bela mia