Πέμπτη 26 Ιουνίου 2014
Looking out through the tears that blind me my heart bleeds that you may find me .. or at least that I can forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words still come I Love You.
Δεκαεξάρης νεανίας ακούων άφωνος την ψυχή του Peter να βγαίνει στην κραυγή "I Love You" στο τέλος. Ανατρίχιασα σύντροφοι
i. Dance in sand and sea
So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,
I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago ...
my memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know
how good the time was and how I laughed ..
Times have changed, now you're far away, I can't complain:
I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands-
like so much sand;
I know I'll never dance like I used to
I'll just wait till day breaks upon the land and the sea.
hoping that I can catch all of the memories,
then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me
listening hard for the final words.
But there are none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered on
too close for comfort and I don't know quite why
I feel like crying-
I know we'll never dance like we used to.
I look up, I'm almost blinded by the warmth of what's inside me
and the taste that's in my soul,
but I'm dead inside as I stand alone ....
ii. Dance in frost
I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes
but the right one was never around;
and as you left I heard my body ring
and my mind began to howl
It was far to late to contemplate the meaning of it all:
You know that I need you, but somehow I don't think you see my love
at all
At some point I lost you, I don't know quite how it was;
The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling frost
I looked around and I found I was truly lost:
without your hand in mine I am dead .....
Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't the same:
without your smile there's nowhere to hide
and deep inside
I know I've never cried as I'm about to ...
If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn
all this water now around me could be the love that
should surround me.
Looking out through the tears that bind me
my heart bleeds that you may find me .. or at least that I can
forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words still come:
I LOVE YOU
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i. Dance in sand and sea
So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,
I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago ...
my memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know
how good the time was and how I laughed ..
Times have changed, now you're far away, I can't complain:
I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands-
like so much sand;
I know I'll never dance like I used to
I'll just wait till day breaks upon the land and the sea.
hoping that I can catch all of the memories,
then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me
listening hard for the final words.
But there are none; the sunrise calls, I've lingered on
too close for comfort and I don't know quite why
I feel like crying-
I know we'll never dance like we used to.
I look up, I'm almost blinded by the warmth of what's inside me
and the taste that's in my soul,
but I'm dead inside as I stand alone ....
ii. Dance in frost
I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes
but the right one was never around;
and as you left I heard my body ring
and my mind began to howl
It was far to late to contemplate the meaning of it all:
You know that I need you, but somehow I don't think you see my love
at all
At some point I lost you, I don't know quite how it was;
The wonderland lay in a coat of white, chilling frost
I looked around and I found I was truly lost:
without your hand in mine I am dead .....
Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't the same:
without your smile there's nowhere to hide
and deep inside
I know I've never cried as I'm about to ...
If I could just frame the words that would make your fire burn
all this water now around me could be the love that
should surround me.
Looking out through the tears that bind me
my heart bleeds that you may find me .. or at least that I can
forget and be numb, but I can't stop, the words still come:
I LOVE YOU
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Δευτέρα 16 Ιουνίου 2014
Ειναι καιρός να "αγαπήσουμε"
Ειδικά κατι παιδάκια που δεν έγιναν άντρες με εξάρτηση δικαστή Dredd και cojones μεγέθους στραγαλιου.
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Τρίτη 3 Ιουνίου 2014
Ένα τραύλισμα την ημέρα χτίζει χαρακτήρα
Πολύ καιρό έχουμε να τα τα πούμε Κώστα. Ακούω Villa Lobos αλλά και Kaizer Chiefs.
Σκέφτομαι ένα βιβλίο με τίτλο "Το παιδί που δεν μιλούσε αλλά τραγουδούσε". Τι λές θα πιάσει;
Ενεργειακές ασυμφωνίες. Θα βάλω και τα δύο ως Dr.Jekyll and Mr Hyde γιατί ειμαι και τα δύο. Ή μήπως τα δύο ειναι τελικά ένα; Σε κούφανα Κώστα.
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
An old Leodensian
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I tried to get to my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacked me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls scrabble around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
An old Leodensian
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I tried to get to my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacked me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls scrabble around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible
La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
Και για μη λέτε διάφορα να και το BBC με αφιερωμα στην Αθήνα και τον Λουκάνικο
Και αν δεν χορτάσατε ακομη μια έκδοση
Πέμπτη 6 Μαρτίου 2014
Στα παιδιά με τα μαύρα ρούχα
΄85 Δεν είχαμε κινητά. Ουάαααααουυυυ. Παναθηναικό στάδιο. Και άφωνος άκουσα εγω ο "ροκάς" που περίμενα μόνο τους Clash και τους Straglers αυτήν την εισαγωγή. Σας γαμώ τα λύκεια
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