Moυσεία

"She sounds like a prophet."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GXtkAJOZ1s


This is a message to persons unknown

Persons in hiding. Persons unknown

Survival in silence

Isn't good enough no more

Keeping your mouth shut head in the sand

Terrorists and saboteurs

Each and every one of us

Hiding in shadows persons unknown



Hey there Mr. Average

You don't exist you never did

Hiding in shadows persons unknown

Habits of hiding

Soon will be the death of us

Dying in secret from poisons unknown

This is a message to persons unknown

Strangers and passers-by

Persons unknown

Turning a blind eye

Hope to go unrecognized

Keeping your secrets persons unknown



Housewives and prostitutes

Plumbers in boiler suits

Truants in coffee bars

Who think you're alone

Big men on building sites

Sick men in dressing gowns

Agents in motor cars

Who never go home

Women in factories

One parent families

Women in purdah

Persons unknown

Wild girls and criminals

Rotting in prison cells

Patients in corridors

Persons unknown

Statistics on balance sheets

Numbered and rubberstamped

Blind and invisible

You're lost in your homes

Liggers and layabouts

Lovers on roundabouts

Wake up in the morning

Persons unknown



Accountants in nylon shirts

Feminists in floral skirts

Nurses for when it hurts

Persons unknown

Astronauts and celibates

Deejays and hypocrites

Liars and lunatics

Persons unknown

Hopefuls on football pools

Teachers in empty schools

Kids into heroin not yet full grown

Typists and usherettes

Black men who can't forget

The lonely who long for

Persons unknown



Closet idealists

Baldheaded realists

Rastas and bikers

The voice on the phone

Pimps and economists

Royalty and communists

Rioters and pacifists

Persons unknown



Visionaries with coloured hair

Leather boys who just don't care

Garter girls with time to spare

Persons unknown

Judges with prejudice

Dissidents and anarchists

Policemen deal dirty tricks

To persons unknown

Strikers and pickets

Collectors of tickets

Radical architects

The queen on her throne

Soldiers in uniform

Sailors and stevedores

Beggars and bankers

Perjurers and men of law

Persons unknown

Football crowd hooligans

Bunking off school again

Workers down tools again

United's at home

Smokers with heart disease

Cleaners of lavatories

The old with their memories

Persons unknown



Flesh and blood are who we are

Flesh and blood are what we are

Flesh and blood are who we are

Our cover is blown...
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsFnCNeehbw&feature=related

The white ducks fly on past the sun,
Their wings flash silver at the moon.
While waters rush down the mountain tongue
My organs play a circus tune.
I dance to the wonder of your feet
And sing to the joy of your knees.
The cold white dress on the mountain breast
Paints the frozen trees.
The maple plants patterns in the sky
Its leaves to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering bugs and flies
Dance polkas on her limbs.
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh for your hair so fine.
In startled greens of playground grass
A child jumps rope to rhyme.

Reeds and brass, the marching drums
Make a joyous sound
Trees bend low with nuts and plums
Then fall to find the ground.
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love.
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tjcU1Pqo-w


It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
CHORUS:
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This damn woman's gonna drive me insane
She's got a touch, a touch too much
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
The body of Venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Like a thunder and lightening storm
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
CHORUS
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, to much for my brain
This damn womans gonna drive me insane
She had a touch, a touch too much
TOUCH ME!
Oh!
Seems like a touch (touch too much)
You know it's much too much, (much too much)
I really want to feel you (touch too much)
Girl you know you're giving me (much too much)
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause you're much too much too much too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Givin me a touch, a touch too much
Baby got a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
A touch too much
A touch too much
A touch too much
Touch, come on and touch me
Yeah!
 
....ήμουν 17 στα 18 ... είχα ήδη περάσει όλες τις τότε ροκ φάσεις, Περπλ και Ζέπελιν, Ντορς και Τζένεσις, Κάμελ, Βαν ντε Γκράαφ, κλπ. κλπ. και ήδη άκουγα τις πρώτες μου τζαζιές ... όμως ένας θείος μου, σε κοντινή σχετικά ηλικία, τάμα το είχε να με ''βγάλει'' να γνωρίσω την Αθηναϊκή νύχτα, και κάθε τρεις και λίγο με τράβαγε στα σκυλάδικα της εποχής... εμένα μου άρεσε γιατί γνώριζα τα τοπικά ξέκωλα, πλην με την μουσική γιοκ ... ύπνος ...

ώσπου η πανμέγιστη, δωρική, Έλενα Ρώμεση ανέβηκε σε κάποια από τις πίστες και είπε το Θεϊκό ''που να γυρνάς'' ... εκεί ένοιωσα την αφόρητη ανάγκη να χορέψω το πρώτο μου ζεϊμπέκικο, πρέπει να ήμουν και τσιμπημένος με κάποια ...

...δυστυχώς το τιουμπ δεν έχει το άσμα με την Ρώμεση, οπότε το ακούμε στην κλασσική του βέρσιον ...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OAmViK6TIs
 
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Καταπληκτικοι .
Να βαλω κι εγω ενα
 
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"It takes time, but slowly, gradually, bit by bit, step by step, brain layer after brain layer, I've come to realize this could just be the best Donovan album ever. Not only that, it just may be one of the best odes to Total Escapism ever recorded. So all you followers of Joe Strummer and Phil Lynott, outta the door, please" WIKI

:award: :worshippy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH5aR5iJ-ns
 
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John Lennon - Look at Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POBw_tY88pw

Look at me,
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Here I am,
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Here I am,
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
Here I am,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Look at me, oh please look at me, my love,
Here I am - Oh my love.
Who am I?
Nobody knows but me,
Nobody knows but me,
Who am I?
Nobody else can see,
Just you and me,
Who are we?
Oh my love, oh my love.
Oh my love...
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05AHPFPpHIM

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
 
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