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    Με ιδιαίτερη χαρά σας προσκαλούμε στην κοπή της πρωτοχρονιάτικης πίτας του AVClub για το 2026

    Την Κυριακή, 1/3/2025 και ώρα 13:30 στο εστιατόριο  "Το Ψαρονέφρι" θα πραγματοποιήσουμε την κοπή της Πρωτοχρονιάτικης πίτας μας για το 2026.

    Το εστιατόριο βρίσκεται στο Μαρούσι, Πέλικα 64, Τηλ.: 210 2824531

    Δηλώστε τη συμμετοχή σας εδώ, θα χαρούμε πολύ να σας δούμε από κοντά.

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25 February 1943 – 29 November 2001

Ήταν 58 όταν ο "μικρός Θεός" μου, έφυγε το 2001...

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you​


 
Απάντηση: 25 February 1943 – 29 November 2001

grio said:
Ήταν 58 όταν ο "μικρός Θεός" μου, έφυγε το 2001...

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you​


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Το λατρεύω...
Και μια δικιά μου σπιτική εκτέλεση (χάλια ο ήχος βέβαια...),σε χρόνο ανύποπτο.
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I'm the latest apparition
Cutting slices in the night
I come through without permission
Moving in and out of human sight
I'm the tapping on your shoulder
I'm the raven in the storm
I'll take shelter in your rafters
I'm the shiver when you're warm

I'm the gold in California
I'm the well in Mexico
Like the vultures in the valley
I will wait for you to go

I'm the gypsy in your pocket
I'm the horseman in your dreams
I'm the reason dogs are barking
I'm the hand that stops the scream

I'm the baby's cry that isn't
I am the distant relative
I'm the scratching in the ceiling
I'm advice you shouldn't give

I'm the ghost of a traveling salesman
My foot will be there in your door
Though I can walk through walls and windows
I will knock just like before

I'm the darkness in your daughter
I'm the spot beneath the skin
I'm the scarlett on the pavement
I am the broken heart within

I won't take a train to nowhere
I will not touch just anyone
Ask a stranger why I'm waiting
In the chamber of a gun
 
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“Absent Robinson, in 1984 and again in 1985 the Band reformed as an oldies act. It was the ultimate indignity, the final rock’n’roll self-humiliation, the earth version of the Great Car Wash in the Sky, but they needed the money and, no doubt, the audience. They hired a new guitarist and went back to where they’d been twenty years before; on March 4, 1986, after a performance at the Cheek to Cheek Lounge in Winter Park, Florida, Richard Manuel went next door to his motel room, wrapped his belt around the shower curtain rod, and hung himself. He was forty-two.”

Greil Marcus: “Mystery Train – Images of America through rock’n’roll music”.




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Ο περιπατητης εχει την δικια του,πολλες φορες,λοξη αποψη...Ποτε αλλοτε ο αποστασιοποιημενος παρατηρητης πλανοδιων πωλητων ξυλινης γνωσης,δεν ειχε ν' αντιμετωπισει τοσα πλανισμενα ξυλα που σβυζουν απο τις λειες επιφανειες με τις θανατηφορες επιταχυνσεις...
Τα κακοτραχαλα λημερια ειναι ασφαλεστερα απο μια αποψη...Εχεις μια πετρα να σου κοβει την φορα βρε αδελφε...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJKpS94KdHA


Now it's the same as before
And I'm alone again

With no sorrow for myself
And I'm blaming no one else

And closing my eyes
And seeing you standing there

Now it's the same as before
You've touched me with your love

And though you're in my heart
We're still a world apart
As now I'm back to the time
Where I would search for a dream
But no use to try anymore as before
Someday I'll die, and maybe then I'll be with you

So I'm closing my eyes
To hear the people laugh

For they're all aglow
Not knowing where to go

But is it asking too much
When the question is what to do
With the life I'll have
It seems I know nothing now
Except my love for you
And the strength in my hands
To go on feeding your smile
 
Επειδή σε γειτονικό νήμα ανοίξαμε "σκ@τοκουβέντα" και αναφερθήκαμε (εμείς οι ελιτιστές) και στον Βίβιαν, ας δούμε πως προσεγγίζει το θέμα της δυσκοιλιότητας...

Hey, hey, human gonna do The Strain
I'm gonna grip the seat I'm gonna pull your chain
Barbed-wire bum baby, be like me
We're gonna do the strain on the lavatory

We're gonna e-eeeeeeeeease it out
We're gonna squee-eeeeeeeeeeze it out
So get a grip on your seat. We're gonna get relief somehow.

Nnnnnggggggh!
Nnnnnggggggh!

Every time I settle down and try to read a book,
The telephone starts ringing so I leave it off the hook.
The Jehovah's Witness come knocking at my door
I try to tell them nicely but they still come back for more.
Straining, complaining--No! I'm not complaining,
I just got a lot of shit in me - gotta get it out!

Nnnnnggggggh!
Nnnnnggggggh!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fhBjm7TV_E​
 
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