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Σάββατο 13 Δεκεμβρίου 2014

I Thought sometimes or I read too much



The Sisters Of Mercy - 'Nine While Nine'

And it's passing strange
And I'm waiting for the train
Caught up on this line again
And it's passing slowly
Killing time but it's
Better than living in what will come and I've
Still got some of your letters with me and I
Thought sometimes or I read too much
And I think you know let's
Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
Lipstick on my cigarettes
Frost upon the window pane
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

She said do you remember a time when angels
Do you remember a time when fear
In the days when I was stronger
In the days when you were here she said
When days had no beginning
While days had no end when
Shadows grew no longer I
Knew no other friend but you
Were wild
You were wild.....

Frost upon these cigarettes
Lipstick on the window pane and I've
Lost all sense of the world outside but I
Can't forget so I call your name and I'm
Looking for a life for me and I'm
Looking for a life for you and I'm
Talking to myself again and it's
So damn cold it's just not true and I'm
Walking through the rain
Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm
Only looking for what you want but it's
Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm
And I'm waiting
And I wait in vain
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

Παρασκευή 14 Μαρτίου 2014

beer beer

to my beer drinking friends!



Korpiklaani - 'Beer Beer'

From evening to morning
and morning to evening
I wanna drink
something stronger than a man
From evening to morning
and morning to evening
I wanna drink
cause that's what I am
Beer, beer
I want beer
from beer I get really drunk
Beer, beer
I need more beer
so much I pass out
For beer I'm working
for beer I'm fighting
for beer I'll do
whatever I have to
when drunk I'm talking
when drunk I'm joking
when drunk I can be as I've
always wanted to be

Πέμπτη 6 Μαρτίου 2014

A song in which to weep



Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song HQ (1990) 
 
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too

Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No I won't be weeping long

Παρασκευή 4 Οκτωβρίου 2013

meat is murder




Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER


And the calf that you carve with a smile
It is MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
It is MURDER
Do you know how animals die?


Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER


It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER


NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
Oh ... and who cares about an animals life?

Παρασκευή 26 Ιουλίου 2013

nine lives to die








Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows ' May I Kiss Your Wound'

 May I kiss you wound? Maybe that will heal my soul. Free me from this tomb, light my darkness, make me whole! Let me take your hand, and together we shall fly to a lonely place, where as "lovers" we can die. In an land ... so dark ... of seven moons ... eternal night, with a sky of thousand stars, yet, for us there is no light...- there waits no light.

Δευτέρα 15 Ιουλίου 2013

όσα δεν ζήσαμε, αυτά μας ανήκουν

αφιερωμενα σε οσα ορφανα μικρακια δε μπορεσα, όσο κι αν προσπάθησα, να τα βοηθησω να ζησουν

...όσα δεν ζήσαμε, αυτά μας ανήκουν. 
εκεί που τελειώνουν τα όνειρα, εκεί αρχίζει η ζωή μας. 
~Τάσος Λειβαδίτης



The Black Heart Procession 'When we reach the hill'

something scared you and when you moved
your stitches pulled not yet removed
we formed this link a thousand years before
then you turn and say
if you leave how can you leave on this hook
cause we'll grow old here, you can never leave
and what keeps me here has grown into me
and I can't tear free a style awaits to coin us I peg you
yes I seal the mold then you turn and say
if you leave how can you leave on this hook
cause we'll grow old here, you will never leave
when we reach the hill when we reach the hill


The Black Heart Procession - A light So Dim 

 there are no trains that leave from the maze
my only chance was a ship to escape
if you are the light house in the storm
I'll be the ship with a thousand dead souls
how long will they believe in a light so dim
down in the gallows the darkness glows
it was hard to see in the hearts of them
if you see a light call down below
I'll be moving and sorting out our fears
how long will we believe in a light so dim
cause time is all we have so make the time
throw down the line I'll see to climb
if it's held close it may just work
if you are the light house in the storm
I'll be the ship filled with a thousand dead souls
and time is all we have so take the time
to make the time and make time to take the time

Κυριακή 7 Ιουλίου 2013

we were swollen lanterns of prey

 



Gitane Demone   'Tales of Innocence'

We were swollen lanterns of prey
Lighting the way for hunger to feast
Our firm young skin free to befoul
Caressing intrusion of the beast
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Wiping my body never again clean
Guilt bleeds from taste of my sin
In my shame are memories of passion
The one thing of pleasure within
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

No flowers to spare, she gave herself them
And when she returned she was, she was
Still
still

Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Τετάρτη 19 Ιουνίου 2013

cats or devils eyes


 Children of Stun ''Cats or Devils Eyes'

In the gleam of the forest hole
Here she comes along the road
Slowly moving to the edge of time
Shadow of tomorrow's world

Dirty windscreen
Flat tire

Heading towards the point of no return
A tin rust vehicle made of broken parts

A frightening vision of the other side

As she trundled along the road
In the dark and misty gloom
She had the unclear vision
Of those cats eyes

Dirty windscreen
Flat tire

In the gloom
Here she comes
Slowly moving
To the edge of time

Παρασκευή 31 Μαΐου 2013

έχω μια τίγρη μέσα μου




Ψαραντώνης ''Τίγρη''

Έχω μια τίγρη μέσα μου, άγρια λιμασμένη
π’ όλο με περιμένει
κι όλο την καρτερώ,
τηνε μισώ και με μισεί, θέλει να με σκοτώσει,
μα ελπίζω να φιλιώσει
καιρό με τον καιρό.

Έχει τα δόντια στην καρδιά, τα νύχια στο μυαλό μου
κι εγώ για το καλό μου
για κείνη πολεμώ
κι όλου του κόσμου τα καλά με κάνει να μισήσω,
για να της τραγουδήσω τον πιο βαρύ καημό.

Όρη, λαγκάδια και γκρεμνά με σπρώχνει να περάσω,
για να την αγκαλιάσω
στον πιο τρελό χορό,
κι όταν τις κρύες τις βραδιές θυμάται τα κλουβιά της,
μου δίνει την προβιά της
για να τηνε φορώ.

Καμιά φορά απ’ το πιοτό πέφτομε μεθυσμένοι,
σχεδόν αγαπημένοι,
καθείς να κοιμηθεί
και μοιάζει ετούτη η σιωπή με λίγο πριν την μπόρα,
σαν τη στερνή την ώρα
που θα επιτεθεί.

Τετάρτη 29 Μαΐου 2013

In a world of magnets and miracles




 "High Hopes" is a song from the 1994 Pink Floyd album, The Division Bell, composed by David Gilmour with lyrics by Gilmour and Polly Samson. Its lyrics speak of the things one may have gained and lost in life, written from Gilmour's autobiographic perspective. Gilmour has said that the song is more about his early days, and leaving his hometown behind, than about the seeds of division supposedly planted in Pink Floyd's early days.''

*****
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the long road and on down to the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river


Forever and ever

Τρίτη 21 Μαΐου 2013

I’m alive but I don’t call this living


Αdam and the ants--ants invasion

10:35 and I hope I’ve made the right decision 
My heart is beating I’m alive but I don’t call this living
Rationalize till I’m blue in the face 
You cannot lose if you throw the race 
 I’m still searching for the Ants invasion
10:36 and I hope I’ve made the right decision  
Ninety eight point four’s the bore With twenty-twenty vision
You want a thrill so you come and see me 
A cheap line in fantasy 
 But I’m still searching for the Ants invasion
If I’d the courage I would make my way home
  Too many antics in the forbidden zone
10:38 and I think I’ve made the wrong decision 
Another lifeless man With a strange incision
I hope that insect doesn’t see me
  He’s not renowned for his courtesy 
 I’m still searching for the Ants invasion
The Ants invasion

Τετάρτη 8 Μαΐου 2013

Bury your doubts and fall asleep


Apparat feat. Soap&Skin - Goodbye 

 Please put me to bed
And turn down the light

Fold down your hands
Give me a sigh
Put down your lies

Lay down next to me
Don't listen when I scream
Bury your doubts and fall asleep
Find out I was just a bad dream

Let the bed sheet soak up my tears
And watch the only way out disappear
Don't tell me why
Kiss me goodbye

For neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Goodbye

Κυριακή 14 Απριλίου 2013

the last free Apache



Geronimo is said to have had magical powers. He could see into the future, walk without creating footprints and even hold off the dawn to protect his own. This Apache Indian warrior and his band of 37 followers defied federal authority for more than 25 years.


Δευτέρα 25 Μαρτίου 2013

lets just go from place to place

 

Clam of Xymox  ''Stranger''

No one feeling
we are stranger
when I looked into your eyes
when I looked into your eyes
stranger
the thought to talk
they walk the talk
so lets just go from place to place
and as long as we don't talk from face to face
the stranger
stranger
stranger

Τετάρτη 20 Μαρτίου 2013

this time is not anything, it's nothing

Lycia ''Ionia''
From Album: Ionia (1991)

Ionia
deep in this haze, I see her face
she creeps to me, she begs for me
I can not go, not this again
I'm much too weak, I'm conquered
and then I feel myself decline
in the grip of ionia
and then I see myself resign
to the lust for Ionia
and then she takes me down, down, down
and then she keeps me down, down, down
and then she speaks of love, love, love
love, love as misery (as I lose control)
she clings to me, she won't let go
and then she takes this all away
she's tainted me, I'm nothing now
I'm so obscure, I'm conquered
and then I feel myself decline
in the grip of Ionia
and then I see myself resign
to the lust for Ionia
of Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia
this time is not anything, it's nothing
oh Ionia I swear, that you will haunt me
and I'll never know why I resign all the time
and I reach straight for nothing
oh Ionia I swear, in an instant you're lonely
and just like all the time you will throw this aside
and you'll move on to nothing
oh Ionia I see, through the haze she is fading
oh Ionia I see, as I lose control again 

Σάββατο 9 Μαρτίου 2013

my favorite sad story



Rozz Williams - Flowers

 This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
sometimes I just can't face myself
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
you know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
but that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
the stinking poison for disease
Now it's all shot to hell and back again.
I seek redemption for the
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
they will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead

This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,
sometimes I just won't face myself.
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself
I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight
you know its been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower,
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Irises lay in spring mud,
where lovers drown each other's sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows.
As for me I drown another kind as
sadness runs course through my veins.
Posie wreaths they crown me.
My heart, My heart
I should just fade away, fade away
Like a flower...
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