Moυσεία

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y4V7sJY0M8

Ι am a man
I am self-aware
And everywhere I go
You are always right there with me
I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day I swear it was nice
But clearly I was not ready.
When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
And I found out with time
That really I was not ready, no, no
Oh death, oh death, oh death, really, I'm not ready

Oh death,
You me
Decimate those dear to me
Teased me with your sweet release
You are full and you are constant.
When my Mom she was cancer sick,
She fought but then succumbed to it
But you made her beg for it
Sweet Jesus, please I'm ready.

Oh death, oh death, oh death
Really, I'm not ready, no no no.
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
No, no
Oh death, oh death,
Really, I'm not ready.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NL9Y7NWfM2Q

Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done

Well, I dated your big sister
And took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they snuck right out of the door

Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done

Ev'ry time I see your sister
Well she's got somebody new
She's mean and she's evil
Like that little old Boll Weevil
Guess I'll try my luck with you

Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done

Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinch your turned-up nose
But you been a growin'
And baby, it's been showin'
From your head down to your toes

Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
kiss me once or twice
Then say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done

:adore:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY3g_c8QUas


DRIVE ....

On Thursday night she looked a fright
Her pricki hair all curled, oh Lord, what a sight
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

On Friday night she's all decked out
Her high heel shoes, her dress so tight
Dance, dance little sister, dance

On Saturday night she bass-a-dee
She stepping high on Frederick's Street
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

It make me hot, I wet with sweat
It burn like hell, I've four hours left
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

Get next to me, drive me close
Don't mammaguay, I lose control
Dance, dance with fire, dance

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

Jump out of Africa with a step that looks so bold
Ah, when you kickin' high it make my blood run cold

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

On Saturday night we don't go home
We bacchanal, there ain't no dawn
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister
Dance little sister
Dance little sister, dance...
 
supersonic said:
δυστυχώς με τη μουσική....

one man's drink is another man's poison...
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ΟΚ.
Let me put it another way: by 1973-75, I was listening to less attractive records but potentially more life-changing to be exposed to. The Velvets, The Rolling Stones, The Stooges, Neil Young, that sort of stuff.
I became a burnout: thought that trying to locate anything resembling human warmth and empathy in a Deep Purple or maybe a Pink Floyd record was as futile an exercise as trying to get blood from a stone.
Then, suddenly, Robert Wyatt's 'Rock Bottom' hit the stores.
It killed me: I was ready for 'Horses'. :rolleyes:

:ernaehrung004:
 
@Λύμπε
κακώς περιμένεις από κάποιους να κάνουν και την δουλειά των άλλων.
Και εγώ ήμουν στους Stones και στον Young τότε, ένοιωθα ότι στέλνουν μηνήματα ότι ήταν ροκ...(εντάξει οι πρώτοι ήταν και μπροστάρηδες υποτίθεται) με την έννοια ότι το ζούσαν.
Αλλά δεν ήταν ανάγκη όλα τα πράγματα να περάσουν ένα μήνυμα. Μερικά πράγματα τα γουστάριζες μόνο και μόνο για να γουστάρεις.
Ήθελες και ένα ριφ και ένα καλοστημένο "αφελές" κομμάτι που να μιλάει για τον τυφλό που κλαίει ή το παιδί στον καιρό του ή μια παράξενη γυναίκα ή το αστέρι της λεωφόρου...όπως ήθελες και ένα ζαλίστηκα και τάχασα, ή μιά ολόκληρη αγάπη ή μια κατάρρευση επικοινωνίας ή γιατί όχι την ...εξέδρα της κρεμάλας...
Προσωπικά τότε εγώ άκουγα time fades away ή το dance little sister επειδή μου άρεζε το τέμπο ραπτομηχανή, αλλά ήθελα το smoke on the water ή το living loving maid επειδή είχαν TA RIFFS.....
μην ξεχνάς ότι ξυπνούσα και κοιμόμουν με μιά κιθάρα στο χέρι.
Ήταν εν γνώσει μου ότι ήταν ένα δυο κλικ κάτω από το επίπεδο των άλλων, αλλά δεν μπορούσα να διανοηθώ να τα απορρίψω, και δεν μπορώ σαφέστατα και τώρα.
Τα θεωρώ milestones...
 
supersonic said:
Αλλά δεν ήταν ανάγκη όλα τα πράγματα να περάσουν ένα μήνυμα. Μερικά πράγματα τα γουστάριζες μόνο και μόνο για να γουστάρεις.
Ήθελες και ένα ριφ και ένα καλοστημένο "αφελές" κομμάτι που να μιλάει για τον τυφλό που κλαίει ή το παιδί στον καιρό του ή μια παράξενη γυναίκα ή το αστέρι της λεωφόρου...όπως ήθελες και ένα ζαλίστηκα και τάχασα, ή μιά ολόκληρη αγάπη ή μια κατάρρευση επικοινωνίας ή γιατί όχι την ...εξέδρα της κρεμάλας...
μην ξεχνάς ότι ξυπνούσα και κοιμόμουν με μιά κιθάρα στο χέρι.
Ήταν εν γνώσει μου ότι ήταν ένα δυο κλικ κάτω από το επίπεδο των άλλων, αλλά δεν μπορούσα να διανοηθώ να τα απορρίψω, και δεν μπορώ σαφέστατα και τώρα.
Τα θεωρώ milestones...
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μα ...άκουγα μόνο και μόνο για να γουστάρω: Abba, Chic και άλλους. Αλλόθρησκους. Δεν μ ενοχλούσαν αυτοί. Στους δικούς μου όμως, ήθελα ...ιδεολογική καθαρότητα :D
Είμαι Σταλίνα in a way, ε; :blush: :aetsch:

Μη μου μπλέκεις τους Zep με τους άλλους: οι Zep δεν χρειαζόταν να μιλήσουν καν για να περάσει το μήνυμα: έβγαινε μέσα απο τον ήχο τους. Και ήταν πολύ, μα πάρα πολύ Σκοτεινό.
Φυσικά και Δεν απορρίπτουμε.
Το είπες επιγραμματικά άλλως τε πριν 3-4 χρόνια: " απ όπου πέρασα, προσκυνάω". Το διάβαζα θυμάμαι και σκεφτόμουν 'να σε φιλήσω ρε αρχηγέ!'.
έχει κι εμένα 'σκελετούς' η ντουλάπα μου βλέπεις.
μπόλικους...;)
 
τι ευτυχία να έχεις γεννηθεί την ημέρα που οι λευκοί 'τον ήπιανε' στη μάχη του Little Bighorn και η μούρη του Custer έφαγε χώμα.

Neil Young - Goin' Home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzJzDh9nOTg


On the hill where Custer was,
Making his last stand,
With the Indians all around him,
And his gun in his hand.

Such a wind was blowing that day,
Through the battleground,
I could feel it in my hair,
As I turned towards downtown.

Weaving through the buildings,
Cutting though the streets,
Slicing through the culture,
Piling on the weeks.

Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home.

Being here with you my friend,
Is just like old times,
Said the fool who signed the paper,
To assorted slimes.

It's hard to get blood from a stone
But I'll give it a try,
To provide your accomodations,
And leave you satisfied.

You'd think it was easy,
To give your life away,
To not have to live up to,
The promises you made.

Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home.

Elusively she cut the phone,
Moved from cell to cell,
Really looking remarkable,
And obviously doing well.

She made a turn on a wooden bridge,
Into the battleground,
With a thousand warriors on the ridge,
She tried to turn her radio down.

Battle drums were pounding,
All around her car,
She saw her clothes were turning,
Into sky and stars.

Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.
 
Απάντηση: Re: Moυσεία

Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
Το είπες επιγραμματικά άλλως τε πριν 3-4 χρόνια: " απ όπου πέρασα, προσκυνάω". Το διάβαζα θυμάμαι και σκεφτόμουν 'να σε φιλήσω ρε αρχηγέ!'.
έχει κι εμένα 'σκελετούς' η ντουλάπα μου βλέπεις.
μπόλικους...;)
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Για αυτο και δεν τσιμπαω οταν με κοροιδευετε για το μεταλλικο παρελθον.Γιατι ξερω οτι κατα βαθος καταλαβαινετε...
 
Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
μα ...άκουγα μόνο και μόνο για να γουστάρω: Abba, Chic και άλλους. Αλλόθρησκους. Δεν μ ενοχλούσαν αυτοί. Στους δικούς μου όμως, ήθελα ...ιδεολογική καθαρότητα :D
Είμαι Σταλίνα in a way, ε; :blush: :aetsch:

Μη μου μπλέκεις τους Zep με τους άλλους: οι Zep δεν χρειαζόταν να μιλήσουν καν για να περάσει το μήνυμα: έβγαινε μέσα απο τον ήχο τους. Και ήταν πολύ, μα πάρα πολύ Σκοτεινό.
Φυσικά και Δεν απορρίπτουμε.
Το είπες επιγραμματικά άλλως τε πριν 3-4 χρόνια: " απ όπου πέρασα, προσκυνάω". Το διάβαζα θυμάμαι και σκεφτόμουν 'να σε φιλήσω ρε αρχηγέ!'.
έχει κι εμένα 'σκελετούς' η ντουλάπα μου βλέπεις.

μπόλικους...;)
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αλλόθρησκους ποτέ....
αιρετικούς ....χμμμ ενδεχομένως, πολύ ευχαρίστως...

Βέβαια και τι αλλόθρησκους...
τότε οι θρησκείες ήταν 5-6 βία βία..
Και ήταν καλές....
Ακουγες λίγο temptations ή λίγο Al Green και χαμογελούσε το χειλάκι σου...

εντάξει και οι Αμπα εκεί ήταν, αλλά πως να το πω...ούτε καν στις θρησκείες δεν τους κατατάσσαμε....
 
Rubber Bullets - 10cc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dTnvhGHDGA

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail

Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail

Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

Sergeant Baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "Blood will flow;
Here Padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will come to set you free"

Well we don't understand
Why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3h03mh0MEMU&feature=related

Hurricane Fighter Plane - The Red Krayola

"It's a band that has no idea how to play its instruments. In fact, they don't even know what instruments are, or if the guitarist has the ability to remain conscious long enough to play whatever it is a 'note' might be.This is a band that was paid ten dollars to stop a performance in Berkeley. If Berkeley's not having it, you know you're in for rough sledding."
Alex Linhardt - Pitchfork
 
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