All animals are equal

Animal Farm is a 1954 British animated feature by Halas and Batchelor, based on the book Animal Farm by George Orwell.

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I' ll be there (Grapes of Wrath)

Μια από τις ταινίες (μαζί με την "Φάρμα των Ζώων" σε animation) μου με χάραξαν στα παιδικάτα μου. Γιατί την θυμήθηκα τώρα; Που και που θυμάμαι από που ξεκίνησα. Back to my roots.

 Τα σταφύλια της οργής, ο μονόλογος του Tom (Henry Fonda)

Tom: I been thinking about us, too, about our people living like pigs and good rich land layin’ fallow. Or maybe one guy with a million acres and a hundred thousand farmers starvin’. And I been wonderin’ if all our folks got together and yelled…

Ma: Oh, Tommy, they’d drag you out and cut you down just like they done to Casey.

Tom: They’d drag me anyways. Sooner or later they’d get me for one thing if not for another. Until then…

Ma: Tommy, you’re not aimin’ to kill nobody.

Tom: No, Ma, not that. That ain’t it. It’s just, well as long as I’m an outlaw anyways… maybe I can do somethin’… maybe I can just find out somethin’, just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that’s wrong and see if they ain’t somethin’ that can be done about it. I ain’t thought it out all clear, Ma. I can’t. I don’t know enough.

Ma: How am I gonna know about ya, Tommy? Why they could kill ya and I’d never know. They could hurt ya. How am I gonna know?

Tom: Well, maybe it’s like Casy says. A fellow ain’t got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then…

Ma: Then what, Tom?

Tom: Then it don’t matter. I’ll be all around in the dark – I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look – wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build – I’ll be there, too.

Ma: I don’t understand it, Tom.

Tom: Me, neither, Ma, but – just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about.

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Milko-Molko-Broko

 Every You Every Me

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he [x4]

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Annie, are you OK?

Στην υποκρισία  των ανθρώπων έχω να δηλώσω:  Πάρτε τα κοχονες μου αθλιοι.

 

"Smooth Criminal"
(originally by Michael Jackson)

As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She was sitting at the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom

Annie, are you OK
Are you OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
You OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday
What a black day
I could made a salutation
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal

Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
Are you OK, Annie

Τα παιδιά δεν ειναι καλά Μήτσο.

Τι έχουν τα παιδιά ωρε γυναίκα;

"The Kids Aren't Alright"

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

[Chorus]
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

[Chorus x2]

Αντρέ παρ λε βου φρανσε

"Promises"

You'd better believe I'm coming
You'd better believe what I say
You'd better hold on to your promises
Because you bet you'll get what you deserve.

She's going to leave him over
She's going take her love away
So much for your eternal vows, well
It does not matter anyway.

Why can't you stay
Here a while
Stay here awhile
Stay with me.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we made
Promises we made
All the meaningless and empty words I broke
Broke broooke

Oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we broke
Promises we broke
All the meaningless and empty words I spoke
Spoke spooooke

What of all the things that you taught me
What of all the things that you'd say
What of all your prophetic preaching
You're just throwing it all away

Maybe we should burn the house down
Have ourselves another fight
Leave the cobwebs in the closet
'Cause tearing them out is just not right

Why can't you stay
Here awhile
Stay here awhile
Stay with me

Oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we made
Promises we made
All the meaningless and empty words I prayed
Prayed praaaayed

Oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we broke
Promises we broke
All the meaningless and empty words I spoke
Spoke Spooooke

Oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we made
Promises we made
All the meaningless and empty words I prayed
Prayed praaaayed

Oh oh oh oh oh
All the promises we broke
Promises we broke
All the meaningless and empty words I spoke
Spoke Spooooke

Oh hey oh hey oh hey ...

 

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Ξανά (Wake Me Up When September Ends)

Να 'μαστε πάλι εδώ μαζί. Η αυξανόμενη μισανθρωπία δεν έχει χάσει την δυναμική της.
Ο χρόνος περνά όλο και γρηγορότερα, (πρέπει η φυσική επιστήμη να εξηγήσει το φαινόμενο).
Το δέντρο που πληγώναμε. Το καλοκαίρι. Ο καυτός ήλιος. Οι χρυσοί ανεμιστήρες. Ο χρόνος που επιβράδυνε. Το αλάτι. Η καυτή τσιμεντένια προβλήτα. Ο χρόνος.

Radiohead – Last Flowers

Appliances have gone berserk
I can not keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little punk

And I can't face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me then you'll get
Relief, relief, relief, relief

And if I'm gonna talk
I just wanna talk
Please don't interrupt
Just sit back and listen

Cause I can't face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me then you'll get relief
Relief, relief, relief, relief, relief

It's too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful.

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Μία μικρή επαναληψη ποτέ δεν έβλαψε

Εγω, ο εαυτούλης, σας καληνυχτίζω σύντροφοι .

http://early40ties.blogspot.gr/2014/01/blog-post_16.html
Δεν άλλαξαν και πολλά.

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No Title. Just Feel. Desperate need to be Loved.

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I found my kryptonite. We are close friends, although it's killing me.

 Καλοκαίρι, και μόνο αυτό. Το τελευταίο; Χρυσαφιά στάχυα. Και μια διαρκής δυστυχία. Τα στοιχεία του χαρακτήρα της που την διαπερνούν. Που δεν της διαλύουν την ομίχλη για να δεί ότι η δυστυχία είναι δικό της δημιούργημα. Ποτέ δεν θα το δεί. Μα πως μπορεί άλλωστε να τα βάλει με τα δομικά της στοιχεία; Είναι σαν να πριονίζει το κλαδί που στέκεται. Σαν να αποδομεί όλη την ζωή της που βασίστηκε σε φαντασιώσεις περί του αλάθητου της. Επιλογές που φαίνονται σαν μικρές διαρθώσεις της πορείας μας και τελικά έχουν αποτέλεσμα τόσες ζωές χαμένες που αναλίσκονται και ξοδεύονται.
Ο χρόνος του Προύστ. Η αγάπη. Τα μικρά αστέρια. Η γαλάζια θάλασσα. Το δροσερό αεράκι. Η εμπιστοσύνη. Το χάδι. Η μουσική στο μυαλό μου. Τα χρώματα. Χιλιάδες άνθρωποι μέσα μου. Τα μάτια των παιδιών μου. Η αγάπη. Η αγάπη.

Αδιέξοδο. Τελικά υπάρχουν αδιέξοδα.

Πέρασαν 9 μήνες. Όμορφος αριθμός, και σημαντικός πρώτος. Νιώθω πως κάτι τελειώνει σύντροφοι. Τέλος εποχής. Προσωπικά;  οικογενειακά; η ζωή μου; Δεν ξέρω. Πάντως κάτι τελειώνει και κάτι διαφορετικό αρχίζει. Χειρότερο η καλύτερο, ούτε αυτό διαισθάνομαι. Μια παράξενη γαλήνη με διακατέχει. Τέλος πάντων. Buzzcocks - Ever falling in love

 
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