The Secret Powers of Time.

πάρα πολύ ενδιαφέρον.

δείτε περισσότερα στη συνέχεια.

..but you never even see me.

So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
I know you don’t listen to me
‘Cause you say you see straight through me, don’t you?

But on and on
From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep
I’ll be there by your side; just you try and stop me
I’ll be waitin’ in line, just to see if you care

Oh…
Did you want me to change?
But I’d change for good
And I want you to know that you’ll always get your way
I wanted to say…

Don’t you shiver
Shiver
Sing it loud and clear
I’ll always be waiting for you

So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me, do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?

And on and on
From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep
I’ll be there by your side; just you try and stop me
I’ll be waiting in line, just to see if you care, if you care

Oh…
Did you want me to change?
Well I’d change for good
And I want you to know that you’ll always get your way
I wanted to say…

Don’t you shiver
Don’t you shiver
Sing it loud and clear
I’ll always be waitin’ for you

Yeah I’ll always be waiting for you
Yeah I’ll always be waiting for you
Yeah I’ll always be waiting for you, for you
I will always be waiting…

And it’s you I see but you don’t see me
And it’s you I hear so loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I’ll always be waiting for you

So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
But you never even see me

η έρημος σε έξι χορδές.

in the shade.

Check check check
One two

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell crash
I’m the last splash

I know you little libertine
I know you’re a real coocoo

Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball
Hey now in the shade, in the shade
Hey now in the shade, in the shade

I know you little libertine
I know you’re a cannonball

I’ll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

Hey now in the shade
Hey now in the shade
Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell crash
I’m the last splash

I’ll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball
Hey now in the shade, in the shade
Hey now in the shade, in the shade

I’d get up if I knew I fell.

γνώριμο!

You’re a head case with a smile
Can’t stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
You’re a loose girl, I’m a guy (hey)
You’re a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
It’s a tv show

In a hotel on the phone
You’re gonna leave me, I should’ve known (i should’ve known)
And I was thinkin, it’s so sad
I didn’t want you to go
Don’t wanna follow the laws of man (yes, sir)
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
It’s so hard to win
When there’s so much to lose

Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
This ain’t reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
Because it is natural

Second Avenue, raising Cain
I’m a sinner, ring my bell (remember)
I’ll tell you what, I’d get up
If I knew I fell

Silver is just another gold.

I don’t understand the pain
I just don’t feel quite the same

Whether you’re here to walk away
Or if you’re here so you can stay

Silver’s just another gold
When you’re bitter and you’re old
You can tell me anything
About what your future brings

Silver’s just another gold

i’m young again.

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I’m young again.

Quiet little voices creep inside my bedroom wall,
I’m old for you.

Little words of wisdom creep into my ears,
I’ll die for you.

In any which direction, call me
I will run for you.
I’ll come for you.
I’ll die for you.
I’ll come for you.

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I’m young again.

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I’m old for you.

Quiet little voices.

I’d better stop now.

Quiet little voices.

it was all out of tune.

..να κυλήσει.

όταν η νύχτα θα σκεπάζει και τους δυο μας από μακριά θα βλέπουμε τα σύννεφα να απομακρύνονται τραγουδώντας για μαχαίρια και χάρτες που σώθηκαν φέρνοντας κόντα χειμώνες – τον πρώτο και τώρα τον δεύτερο – γύρω από οάσεις καθώς η σιωπή μας γίνεται κραυγή και κοχύλια στο μπαλκόνι με τον καρχαρία να απλώνεται στη γυάλα κουρδίζοντας τον λύκο να χτυπά κάθε σαραντατρία δευτερόλεπτα θυμίζοντάς μας τον καιρό που πέρασε και τον καιρό που θα ‘ρθει κάνοντας το παρόν όλο και πιο γαλάζιο σαν τον ζοφερό βάλτο που πνίγηκαν μέσα του τα νέα μου τραγούδια οι καινούριες μου σκέψεις οι κενές μου τραγωδίες τράγων και φωνών που κανείς δεν τόλμησε ν’ αφουγκραστεί αφού οι βράχοι ενώθηκαν σε ένα και φίλησαν την μαύρη τρύπα ενόσω το χάος έμπαινε σε τάξη με τη σιωπή να είναι εκκωφαντική και μόνη σαν εμάς που ακόμα και μετά το αμάγαλμα αναρωτιόμαστε τι θα μείνει ζωντανό και τι θα το αγκαλιάσει η λήθη του λήθαργου της αγάπης ψιθυρίζοντας πια στον άνεμο που μου φέρνει τα νέα σου να μη σου στέλνει τα δάκρυα μου για να μη σε πνίξουν σαν την παλίρροια που έρχεται και φεύγει και έρχεται και με βουλιάζει στον πάτο του βυθού μόνος μόνος μόνος μόνος μόνος απλά να περιμένω τον χρόνο να κάνει αυτό που από τη στιγμή της σύλληψης έμαθε να κάνει.

Similar to the teardrops falling from my eyes.

Even in the darkest hour
When the world is fast asleep
I sit by candlelight with memories

When the wind was oh so cold
I used to hold you baby, hold
I’d like to hold you in my arms just like before

I thought I could live without you
That it wouldn’t be so hard
But now when you going loco
I’m left with my losing card

How I wish the rain could fall like pearly dewdrops from the sky
Similar to the teardrops falling from my eyes

calm down my heart, don’t beat so fast.

it´s getting dark… too soon… a threatening silence…
surrounding me… a wind… comes up from the islands…
when distance fades to stormy grey
washed out from the deep of the ocean
here i will stand to face your wrath…
while all the others are praying

calm down my heart… don´t beat so fast…
don´t be afraid just once in a lifetime
calm down my heart… don´t beat so fast…
don´t be afraid just once in a lifetime
no rain can wash away my tears
no wind can soothe my pain
you made me doubt, you made me fear
but now i´m not the same
you took my wife, my unborn son…
torn into the deep of the ocean
i don´t pretend that i love you
´cause there is nothing left to lose

and when silence comes back to me
i find myself feeling lonely
standing here on the shores of destiny
i find myself feeling lonely
i had a life to give… many dreams to live…
don´t you know that you´re losing so much this time
beyond the waves… i will be free
while all the others are praying

calm down my heart… don´t beat so fast…
don´t be afraid just once in a lifetime
calm down my heart… don´t beat so fast…
don´t be afraid just once in a lifetime
no rain can wash away my tears
no wind can soothe my pain
you made me doubt, you made me fear
but now i´m not the same
you took my wife, my unborn son…
torn into the deep of the ocean
i don´t pretend that i love you
´cause there is nothing left to lose

the love in you, it does not burn,
there is no lesson you can learn
and there are sounds you cannot hear,
and there are feelings you can´t feel

calm down my heart… don´t beat so fast…
don´t be afraid just once in a lifetime

i don´t pretend that i love you
and this time i´m not scared of you

my darling, you’re my inspiration.

everything that i say.

ο Vic δεν είναι πια ανάμεσα μας λόγω σκλήρυνσης κατά πλάκας.

The barn fell down
Since i saw it last
It’s rubble now
Well so much for the past

Everything that i say
Does me this’a way
Everything,
Every little thing i say
Does me this’a way

Some call her a thief
And some people call her a prophet
But her courage is brief
Brief as little, little miss muffet

Everything that i say
Does me this’a way
Everything,
Every little thing i say
Does me this’a way

She wanted to
Be an inventor
But nothing new
Was all she could muster

you may clap now.

at the end of my days.

Razor sharp I cut
The bull from my life
Too blunt your knife
To slay this dreamer

We might be dogs astray
No running line will hold us
So rather kick and kill me
I’ll be butchered all the same

No words are spoken
But the world is broken

‘Cause I want something
Something all wrong done
A life instead of mere living
Folding crumbling withering oh hell
What difference when working the way

The crown of my work
Is what I shall gain
At the end of my days

Daylight awake to a puppet world
No strings attach to this body of mine
Folding crumbling withering oh well
The punished pushed along the line
All my actions, all my moves
A life all mine to lose

The crown of my work
A life all mine to lose
A life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days

i realize, this is goodbye.

“Your name please?”
”Garland. Briggs, Garland.”
“What do you fear most, in the world?”
“The possibility that… love is not enough»

I turned around to talk
I face your eyes
Fight replaces fright
To my surprise
I feel the sun falling
And I see
Your soul in your eyes
As I die.

I try to stand tall
You rolled your eyes
You feel the same way I do
To my surprise
I feel this
We’re drowning in
the deepest sea
You die,
you’re gone
just like me.

Still your eyes are
staring at me
Empty as the sky
In this moment of tranquility
I realize
This is goodbye.

(Still) Her eyes are
staring at me
Empty as the sky
In this moment of tranquility
I realize
(That) This is goodbye.

κραυγή.

«Περπατούσα σ’ ένα μονοπάτι με δυο φίλους
ο ήλιος έπεφτε
ξαφνικά ο ουρανός έγινε κόκκινος σαν
αίμα
σταμάτησα, νιώθοντας εξαντλημένος, και στηρίχτηκα στο φράχτη
αίμα και γλώσσες φωτιάς πάνω από το μαύρο-μπλε φιόρδ και την πόλη
οι φίλοι μου προχώρησαν, κι εγώ έμεινα εκεί τρέμοντας από την αγωνία
κι ένιωσα ένα ατέλειωτο ουρλιαχτό να διαπερνά τη φύση. »

Ε. Μουνκ

undreamt dreams.

i caught you sleeping here, all wrapped in wool
i caught you sleeping here, almost broke my heart
i found you dreaming
i’m dreaming of you always

when i was just a child, a lonely boy
i held onto my dreams, like they could run from me
the hopes i harbored fled, as they often do
but i still dreamed of you
and now my dreams come true

and as we say goodnight, i hold you close and tight
no more raging suns, only waning ones
like the waxing scar where my lonely heart
once bloomed before i met you

my little dreamer, i’ll always always dream of you

your naked soul, you’re naked.

we are born to be exterminators.

he meal reveals its identity
the erotic turns erroneous
insomniahours fevered with springtime
magnetises even the bloodinshoe beauties
an amusementbox invaccination
the superb turns superflous
and egoeccentric pencilcramps
tornadoeye of undeserved attention

department of apocalyptic affairs
furnished with electric chairs

the faked generosity of one instant
the phallic turns fallacious
blistered bindfoldeye curses
the constant melvining of one’s metabolism
obscene obsession correct relief
the call-girl turns carnivorous
relentlessly spinning the litany
we are born to be exterminators

department of apocalyptic affairs
furnished with electric chairs

I need a brand new friend, the end.

working progress. take 1.

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day

I need a brand new friend who doesn’t bother me
I need a brand new friend who doesn’t trouble me
I need somebody who doesn’t need me

I feel the bathroom is clear
I know that someone near
I feel that someone is following me, oh yeah

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
It was the only card in the deck I had left to play

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day.

But I’ll say it again, I need a brand new friend
But I’ll say it again, I need a brand new friend
And I’ll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end

Παρασκευή βράδυ όλοι στην ομόνοια για μουσικές!

Παρασκευή βράδυ στο κέντρο της πόλης.
Αθηναίοι που δεν φοβούνται το σκοτάδι και τις προκαταλήψεις φέρνουν φως, μουσικές και χαμόγελα στην μεγάλη πλατεία.
Έλα κι εσύ, όπως είσαι: με το ποτό σου, το ποδήλατό σου, και τους φίλους σου. Αν δεν φέρεις, θα βρεις εκεί (όλα εκτός από το ποδήλατο).

Ένα μεγάλο αυτοσχέδιο πάρτι: Μουσικοί, φέρτε κιθάρες και κρουστά, ερασιτέχνες φέρτε ό,τι έχετε: μαράκες, ντέφι, τριγωνάκια, καραμούζες. Οι υπόλοιποι σφυρίχτρες να ξεσηκώσουμε την πόλη.

Κι όλοι μαζί κατηφορίζουμε με κέφι στους σκοτεινούς δρόμους κάτω από την Ομόνοια σε μια αληθινή κινητή γιορτή για την Αθήνα.

Και τα οξύθυμα λαρύγγια θα δώσουν το παρόν!

Πηγή

i got the no pussy blues.

My face is finished
my body’s gone
and I can’t help but think
standin’ up here in all this applause
and gazin’ down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn’t want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn’t want to

I read her (don’t know) and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn’t want to
she just never wants to
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little (don’t know)
but still she just didn’t want to

I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn’t want to
she just never wants to

I thought I’d try another ‘tack
I’d drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn’t want to

I thought I’d have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don’t know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn’t want to

I got the no pussy blues

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground..

στιγμές στην αθήνα.

μπείτε εδώ.
άπειρες φωτό από την πόλη.

we’ll leave the silver city.

I think the kids are in trouble
Do not know what all the troubles are for
Give them ice for their fevers
You’re the only thing I ever want anymore
Live on coffee and flowers
Try not to worry what the weather will be
I figured out what we’re missing
I tell you miserable things after you are asleep

Now we’ll leave the silver city ’cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city ’cause all the silver girls
Everything means everything

It’s a Hollywood summer
You never believe the shitty thoughts I think
Meet our friends out for dinner
When I said what I said I didn’t mean anything
We belong in a movie
Try to hold it together ’til our friends are gone
We should swim in a fountain
Do not want to disappoint anyone

Now we’ll leave the silver city ’cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city to all the silver girls
Everything means everything

I was afraid, I’d eat your brains
I was afraid, I’d eat your brains
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil

I’m a confident liar
Had my head in the oven so you’d know where I’ll be
I’ll try to be more romantic
I want to believe in everything you believe
I was less than amazing
Do not know what all the troubles are for
Fall asleep in your branches
You’re the only thing I ever want anymore

Now we’ll leave the silver city ’cause all the silver girls
Gave us black dreams
Leave the silver city to all the silver girls
Everything means everything

I was afraid, I’d eat your brains
I was afraid, I’d eat your brains
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil
‘Cause I’m evil

.forlorn.

βουνό, κραυγές, παρελθόν.
Ω.
για κάποια κάποτε ήταν αγαπημένη λέξη.
σκατά.
μνήμη είναι ό,τι σώθηκε.

Oh, how I faint when I call upon your aid.
Feeling the loss of burden and hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire.
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
– Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me…
…Let me.
My eyes and my heart is at war with them.
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine alive.

Share the joy with me, fiery one.

My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.

– «Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn.»

…Let me.

It could’ve killed me.

my heart is dancing in my chest.

A kiss could’ve killed me
If it were not for the rain
A kiss could’ve killed me
Baby if it were not for the rain

And I had a feeling it was coming on
I felt it coming
For so long.
If I’m to be the fool
Then so it be.

This fool can die now
With a heart that’s soaked
How
How had it it coming
For so long.

And darling take my hand
And lead me through the door
Let’s kidnap each other
And start singing our song

My heart is charged now
Oh, it’s dancing in my chest
And I fly when I walk now
From the spell in that kiss.

Cause I…

It could’ve
It could’ve killed me
If not for the rain.

Oh darling let me dream
Cause somewhere inside me
I have been waiting
So patiently
For you.

So don’t you cry.
Don’t break my dream.

Let the rain exalt us
As the night draws in.
Winds howl around us
As we begin.
What a way to start a fire
Broken with the break of day

A kiss could have killed me
If it were not for rain.

I have a feeling it’s coming on.
I felt it coming on
for so long.

And it could’ve
It could’ve killed me.
If it were not for the rain.

Πρελούδιον, Δοκίμιον, Θεώρησις εν είδει παλαιάς επιθεώρησης.

του Παύλου Παυλίδη.

Στην κρίση η Τέχνη κρίνεται,
συγκρίνεται τώρα η γνώμη ενός κάποιου
ποιητή με τις βλακείες που θα κάτσει
να σου πει ο πάσα εις καλλιτεχνίσκος
ακαμάτης και όλων των κρίσεων
ο άξιος της εσχάτης…
Όχι. Δε γίνεται.

Στην κρίση η Τέχνη κρύβεται, αμείβεται
πολύ καλά όποιος τα σύννεφα σκορπίσει,
όποιος ελπίδες και χαμόγελα χαρίσει
και αφού λεπτομερώς την αναλύσει
πάλι λαμπρό μπροστά το μέλλον θα ανοίγεται.
Στην κρίση ο καλλιτέχνης αναφλέγεται,
αυτό να λέγεται…

ΙDΙΟΤ ΙDΙΟΤ ELIOT, έρημη χώρα
μια έρημος ατέλειοτ…

Απ’ τον πολίτη Κέιν ως την πολίτη Ρουθ
χόρτο βοσκάει του καναπέ μας το μαμούθ
ανασηκώνεται στα πισινά του πόδια
παραταγμένα τα μοντέλα σαν τα βόδια
τηλεοπτική ζωοπανήγυρις
αρκεί να κονομάει η ομήγυρις
σε έκσταση από κάτω τα κορόιδα.

Τηλεμαγκέ ντε Βοτανίκ κύριε φράγκα
τρίζει συθέμελα του κράτους η παράγκα
κι αναρωτιέσαι ποιος να έχει το κλειδί
ο άλλος λέει πως τα φάγατε μαζί.

Τηλεμαγκέ ντε Βοτανίκ και δικαστήρια
τηλεαπών εγώ τηλεβασανιστήρια
τηλεφακός που κάνει zoom
κι ύστερα boom
δεν έχεις κάτι να μας πεις
κι εσύ γι’ αυτό το αλαλούμ;
Τι να σας πω κι εγώ…
Βοήθεια να ’ούμ…

Στην κρίση ο καλλιτέχνης αντιστέκεται
στιγμή δε στέκεται.

IDIOT PATRIOT ELIOT
κλαίω ο βλαξ
και είναι η θλίψη μου
ατέλειοτ…

Στην κρίση ο καλλιτέχνης ανακρίνεται
και κατακρίνεται αν δε γνωρίζει με ακρίβεια
όλα τα μικρομεσαία μακροοικονομικά
πε μου πώς γίνεται (αφού έχεις φύγει
αφού έχεις φύγει τόσο καιρό μόνη να
βρίσκομαι στο άδειο σπίτι να μ’ αγκαλιάζεις
και να σε φιλώ).

Στην περίοδο της κρίσης το μελάνι δεν αρκεί
προσθέστε οπωσδήποτε χολή
και προς συνάδελφον εκ συναδέλφου
να εκσφενδονίζεται ο πέλεκυς με ορμή
έτσι ν’ αρχίσουν λίγο – λίγο να τρομάζουν
όσοι ασκόπως τριγυρνάνε και ρεμβάζουν.

Δυο πόρτες έχει η ζωή
μα από καμιά δεν μπήκες
ηλίθιε δεν το ’ξερες ότι υπάρχουν κλίκες;
Ένα κλικ αριστερά, όπα εκεί είσαι καλά
αλλιώς από την άλλη πάλι βγήκες.

Εγώ καλά σου τα ’λεγα και τ’ άκουγες παράλογα
αντίνομα ομόλογα
χορτάρι για τα άλογα.
Στην κρίση ο καλλιτέχνης επιτίθεται
έτσι υποτίθεται
αναρωτήθηκα για μια στιγμή κι εγώ
τι κάνει όλο τον υπόλοιπο καιρό.

IDIOT κύριε ELIOT
λέτε να ’χει έρθει
του κόσμου η συτέλειοτ;

Πηγή

people are awsome.