Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

[xmou]

The flight to freedom gradient raise the called ascendant.
And reach supreme the coalesced eye into surrender.
Centripetal core of soul sojourn the field vibrates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the universal.

The flight to freedom gradient raise the called ascendant.
And reach supreme the coalesced eye into surrender.
Centripetal core of soul sojourn the field vibrates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the universal.

The flight to freedom gradient raise the called ascendant.
And reach supreme the coalesced eye into surrender.
Centripetal core of soul sojourn the field vibrates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the universal.

The flight freedom gradient raise the called ascendant.
And reach supreme the coalesced eye into surrender.
Centripetal core of soul sojourn the field vibrates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the universal.

The flight to freedom gradient raise up the called ascendant.
And reach supreme onto salute sun's rays and now form surrenders.
Centripetal core of the soul's sojourn watch the field brates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the indrawn universal.

The flight to freedom gradient raise toward the called ascendant.
And reach supreme onto salute sun's rays and now form surrenders.
Centripetal core of the soul's sojourn watch the field brates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the indrawn universal.

Lazarus advance the flight to freedom.
And reach supreme onto salute sun's rays and now form surrenders.
Centripetal core of the soul's sojourn watch the field brates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the indrawn universal.

Lazarus advance the flight to freedom.
And reach supreme onto salute sun's rays and now form surrenders.
Centripetal core of the soul's sojourn watch the field brates to absolution.
I climb toward the sun to breathe the indrawn universal.
Lazarus advance the flight to freedom.
Lazarus advance the flight to freedom.


OM - Annapurna

[House Of Low Culture]

ε χρόνια πολλά!~11

[Milton]

This is the springtime of my loving-
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing-
So little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing-
I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles-
Flee from me keepers of the gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize-
These things are clear to all from
Time to time.


Ive felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...

But I know that I love you so
But I know that I love you so.

These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
Must fall.

[Pitsadoros]

"Alice, where's your tongue?"
she said, "look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter."
"Alice, where's your hair?"
she said, "look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife."
"Alice, where's your teeth?"
she said, "look at the piano. they're dangling from every single chord."
"Alice, where's your lips?"
"look in the empires roaring; the tyrants getting so loud and boring."
"Alice, where's your man?"
"look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye."
"Alice, where's your house?"
"it's built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt."
"Alice, where's your clothes?"
"they'll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!."
"Alice, where's your swans?"
"flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos."
mister the sky's a contortionist.
the streets are skipping records blaring hiss.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
the taxis are jaguars throwing fits.
subways are subterranean bullets.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
can't you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year's skin?
can't you find your own face shining in the sky's false reflection?
where's your voice?
where's your dress?
where's your bones?
draped in camouflage.
where's your beach?
where's your sky?
where's your clouds?
draped in camouflage.
and she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all it's zeros and ones,
not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums.
love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea.
all the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street.
it's 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown.
we slip through mansions with fences full-grown.
we slip through streetlights in crooked rows.
i saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel.
i felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins.
the fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts,
false applause and camouflage.
i couldn't see the solar system,
it was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating.
i couldn't see the glorious meadow,
it was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window.
i couldn't see the love and affection,
it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections.
i couldn't see the skeletal lightning,
it was camouflaged as a YOUNG MACHETE.

[metamelia3]

you opened the door
i let myself in
between you and me
i only believe
what I want to believe
i guess it's because i'm
greener than green
only because i'm green

i came up to your floor
you were dressed just a little
obscene
and it shut me down
quite sexually
like a pre-adolescent
because i'm greener than green

only because greener then green
only because i'm green

[Tribe]

I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No, I..
No, I...

Forgive that they teared down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
Oh, and free them so that they may know
That it's never too late

So many times that I've seen life before me
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found a way, to know, why it had to be
Mired in denial and saw all the rain

If we ever find it true
Love will have its way to choose
Three more to tame
We can be ever

I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
And I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

[ikonoklast]

"Alice, where's your tongue?"
she said, "look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter."
"Alice, where's your hair?"
she said, "look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife."
"Alice, where's your teeth?"
she said, "look at the piano. they're dangling from every single chord."
"Alice, where's your lips?"
"look in the empires roaring; the tyrants getting so loud and boring."
"Alice, where's your man?"
"look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye."
"Alice, where's your house?"
"it's built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt."
"Alice, where's your clothes?"
"they'll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!."
"Alice, where's your swans?"
"flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos."
mister the sky's a contortionist.
the streets are skipping records blaring hiss.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
the taxis are jaguars throwing fits.
subways are subterranean bullets.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
can't you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year's skin?
can't you find your own face shining in the sky's false reflection?
where's your voice?
where's your dress?
where's your bones?
draped in camouflage.
where's your beach?
where's your sky?
where's your clouds?
draped in camouflage.
and she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all it's zeros and ones,
not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums.
love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea.
all the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street.
it's 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown.
we slip through mansions with fences full-grown.
we slip through streetlights in crooked rows.
i saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel.
i felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins.
the fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts,
false applause and camouflage.
i couldn't see the solar system,
it was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating.
i couldn't see the glorious meadow,
it was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window.
i couldn't see the love and affection,
it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections.
i couldn't see the skeletal lightning,
it was camouflaged as a YOUNG MACHETE.

ωρέο. τιναι.

[metamelia3]

η μαμά σου

[Swollen]

Ποτέ δε μου 'πες την αυγή που γεννιόμουν αν τραγούδαγες
ούτε με ρώτησες ποτέ αν τίποτα άκουσα
Μου είπαν άλλοι για όλα εκείνα που 'λεγες
εγώ βγήκα ζωντανός, απλά υπάκουσα
Άραγε χόρευες μια νύχτα πριν με τις ευχές
είχες μεθύσει που σε τύλιγε η κατάρα
ήσουν λιοντάρι ή σε τρομάζαν οι σκιές, ήσουν γιορτή ή ένα μινόρε στην κιθάρα
Δε μου ζήτησες ένα τραγούδι να διαλέξω, να μου το πεις, να 'χω να ακούω όπου πάω
κι έφτιαξα μόνος μου ένα και δε λέω να ξεμπλέξω
κι από τότε ό, τι γουστάρω παντού το σκορπάω
Κι όμως κρυφάκουγα, μήπως κι ακούσω καθαρά
όταν οι άλλοι φωνάζαν δίπλα στην ψυχή σου
κράταγα μια στιγμή κάθε φορά για να θυμάμαι το παράξενο σκαρί σου

Κι ήταν ωραία, ήθελα έτσι πάντα να περνάς
νιώθω πως καίω κάθε φορά που με κοιτάς
γιατί δε σου 'πα ποτέ ότι γερνάς
κι ότι μου φτάνει μόνο να σ' ακούω να τραγουδάς

Φυσάει πάνω μας ο χρόνος, ε και τι έγινε
αν έχουμε άλλη μια ανάσα κρυμμένη
μπορεί να είναι το τραγούδι που απέμεινε
και ποιος ξέρει πόσο καιρό μας περιμένει
Για σκέψου να το 'βρισκα, τότε θα μπορούσα
να συρθώ πάνω απ' των άλλων την κατηγοριά
Θα 'φτανε μόνο να μιλούσα και να τραγουδούσα
ενώ έφτυσα αίμα στα κρυφά, τράβηξα ζόρια
Δε σ' απαρνήθηκε ποτέ ούτε ένα κύτταρο μου
κι ας ήξερα όλα εκείνα που θα βρω μπροστά μου
έπαψα να ονειρεύομαι κι ασχολείται το μυαλό μου
με ένα επίμονο τέλος και τη βαριά σπορά μου
Και τότε σκιάχτηκα μια, συγχώρεσέ με
απ' τη βοή που όταν σέρνεται η ντροπή σκορπάει
μη με λυπάσαι στιγμή, φτυσ' το μακριά και λύτρωσέ με
πες στη φωτιά να με πάρει κι όπου θέλει ας με πάει
Γιατί μόνος πίνεις χρόνε κι εσύ κερνάς
κι αφού γρήγορα γουστάρεις να περνάς
βρήκα κουράγιο και μου 'πα, γερνάς μαλάκα, γερνάς
κοίτα τουλάχιστον να τραγουδάς

Σκιάχτηκα μια, ντράπηκες δυο, όλα καλά κι είμαστε εδώ
Κι όσο γερνάς, εγώ να σου τραγουδώ
Έφυγες μια και μια εγώ, γύρισες πια, άφησα γιο
Κι όσο γερνάω μακάρι να μου τραγουδάς
Έκλαψε μια, χάρηκε δυο, βρήκε ζημιά, ψάχνει ουρανό
Κι όσο γερνάει, φτάνει να μας τραγουδάει


Γερνάς - Active Member

[metamelia3]

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

[fandango]

Τα χάλια μου

Στίχοι: Βασίλης Γιαννόπουλος

Η νύχτα απλώνει δυό λευκά τηλεφτερά
η πόλη ντύνεται στα δορυφορικά
η μαύρη οθόνη ανοίγει γι' άλλη μια φορά
με τηλεευλάβεια η χώρα στέκει και κοιτά.

Αλοίμονό μου-αλοίμονό μου.

Η εξέδρα ουρλιάζει στο σαλόνι ρυθμικά
τηλεπαθιάζομαι απόψε αθλητικά
τηλεταυτίζομαι με απορρυπαντικά
νοιώθω λεκές και σβήνω βιολογικά.

Τα χάλια μου
με κράζουν στα κανάλια μου
τα χάλια μου
τα βλέπω στα κανάλια μου.

Κάποιοι εκπρόσωποι διαψεύδουνε ξανά
μα ο χρόνος τέλειωσε γι' αυτούς είναι αργά
η αγκαλιά σου έχει κρυώσει τώρα πιά
σε πρώτο πλάνο με ιδρώνει μια ξανθιά.

Σαν επεισόδιο που δεν ήθελα να δω
μεσ' την οθόνη σας κι' εγώ θα εμφανιστώ
ο τηλεχρόνος μου τελειώνει κάπου εδώ
μια καληνύχτα κι' ένα τηλευχαριστώ.

[solution_AK-47]

Ikonoklast, The Blood Brothers - Camouflage, Camouflage

[hunted by a Freak]

been around for ages so it won't change now
please in shallow faces and i'm thinking how
some little starry young thing grabs me blind
all the time, i try

my finger leaves an inprint in your where-to-tent
you keep receiving flowers that were never sent
some little scabby young thing sucks me dry
lightened eyes, she's got to slow down

and the pavement's alive on sunday
in my peek into time, stop me falling
this world, you're the only one
you're the only thing, when your change goes right...

she's sinking in the changes and she feels quite sure
be closer to the distance than i think before
some little scabby young thing sucks me dry
lightened eyes, she's got to slow down

and the shades are alive on sunday
in my peek into time that stopped me falling
well let me talk about this world, you're the only one
you're the only thing, when your change goes right...
let's talk about this world (let's talk about the way you quoted yourself)
you're the only one (in my books and my those songs)
you're the only thing (all the times)
you're the only one (i can't get inside)

been around for ages so it won't change now

[metamelia3]

bad luck wind been blowing at my back
i was born to bring trouble to wherever i'm at
got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck
when the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red

i was born in the soul of misery
never had me a name
they just gave me the number when I was young

got a long line of heartache
i carry it well
the list of lives
i've broken reach from here to hell
bad luck been blowing at my back
i pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back

i was born in the soul of misery
never had me a name
they just gave me the number when I was young

i was born in the soul of misery
never had me a name
they just gave me the number when I was young
they just gave me the number when I was young


johnny cash - thirteen

[Caffrey]

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on



The Smiths - Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me