Moυσεία

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A77HA_xlDOo

hands up who wants to die!

have you heard how Sonny's burning
like some bright erotic star?
and he lights up the proceedings
and raises the temperature.
flame on! flame on!

someday I'll cut him down yeah uh
now I've seen to Sonny's burning
yeah someday I think I'll cut him down
but it can get so co-cold in here
and he gives off such an evil heat.
flame on! flame on!
hai-hai hail my incubatic incubator.

now pay witness to Sonny's burning
warming the damp and rotten seed
warming the damp and rotten seed
that blooms into the DEMON FLOWER
now both fire and flowers consume me.
flame on! flame on!

evil heat is running through me (through me)
flame on! now flame on!
evil heat is running through me uh! uh!
Sonny's burning pits into me
flame on! yeah flame on!
Sonny's burning holes into me
don't interrupt! don't interrupt!
flame on! flame on!
through me yeah through me
don't interrupt! flame on!
flame on! flame on!
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcaXD--UINo

Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
Enough! enough is enough!
(if this is heaven ahʼm bailin out)
If this is heaven ahʼm bailin out
Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
So fulla trash and rats! felt one crawl across mah soul
For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ahʼm bailin out! thereʼs a mutiny in heaven!

Ah wassa born...
And lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
To some fat cunt behind a screen...

Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
Heʼd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
Blusht
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
Punishment? ! reward!! punishment? ! reward!!
Well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
Sticken a needle in mah arm...

Ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
Ah took off!!!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Thereʼs a mutiny in heaven!

Oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)

Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round ʼnʼ round)
From slum-heaven into town
Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! utopiate! ahʼm bailin out!
Utopiate!
If this is heaven ahʼm bailin out!
Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
Thoughts come like a plague to the head...in godʼs house!
Mutiny in heaven!
(ars infectio forco dio)
To the plank!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ahʼm bailin out!
(hail hypuss dermio vita rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(scabio murem per sanctum...dio, dio, dio)
 
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A Hazy Shade of Winter - Simon and Garfunkel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSd4QJBEMvk

Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away
Just simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

I look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...


I said..."erase from the spy", not from my heart
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YRdxHHFKvQ

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
 
Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
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second from left is the bassman.
every-bit as good as the guitar player.
RIP John.

πουλάκια μου! :love:


:worshippy: :worshippy: :worshippy:
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who needs to be a guitar player (???).....if you play bass like that...:a0210:
 
The Band - Ophelia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RjqcTsxx-8

Boards on the window
Mail by the door
Why would anybody leave so quickly for
Ophelia?
Where have you gone?

The old neighborhood
Just ain't the same
Nobody knows just
What became of
Ophelia?
Tell me what went wrong?

Was it somethin' that somebody said?
Mama I know we broke the rules
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey, you know
I'd die for you

Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear?
Like Ophelia
Please darken my door.

Was it somethin' that somebody said?
Honey, you know we broke the rule
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey you know
I'd die for you


they got your number
scared and runnin'
but I'm still waitin' for
the second coming
of Ophelia
come back home
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5nPjMMHDcQ

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fought against it
I only wish we'd won.
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the Yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the Declaration
Of Independence, too;
I hates the glorious Union-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Stiffen in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern fever :worshippy:
And Southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.

I won't be reconstructed
I'm better now than then
and for that carpetbagger
I do not give a damn
so I'm off for the frontier
soon as I can go
I'll prepare a weapon
and start for Mexico
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiAuXRK3Ogk

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams: “How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet,
but I hear him coughing all night long,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
- I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don't know how the river got so wide.
I loved you, I loved you way back when -
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost-
We'll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back.
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.
 
We are the ugly ones.
The ones you rejected in high school.
And we came back.
In order to cannibalize you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUASXSMUh4A

It's glorious today so you know that it will pass away
The doves and snapping turtles bite at me
Catatonic ash, don't bump against them tender wounds
This petunia land smells of timothy
I have read the maps of the Patron Saint of Haggard
Arm the minds of midwives who deliver thee
My hands are not enough I will swing a hammer
Amen Corners where they'll gather and meet
On Amen Corner is where they gather, all them midwives who delivered me
Their looks are unwashed, ashamed, and haggard, seeing my hands are empty of offerings.
The took my rolled map, ripped it to tatters, turned their backs and commenced to sing.
I stroke my dark dove, I pat my turtle, but their responce is as cold as charity.
Snapping turtles hide, scrape their teeth against their hide
Doves stumble 'round turned dark from timothy
The midwives turn to saints swinging what's delivered
On Amen Corner the haggard hammer sings
My snapping turtle it still be snapping, my dark dove can only bark at me
I pull his dark down, rip it to tatters, glue the feathers to my turtles covering.
I will swing it, my soft-hard hammer, to my midwives this is my offering
On Amen Corner, I'll be delivered, my soft-hard hammer will sing as it swings.
 
και η studio version

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4tIUTW8MBA&feature=related

It's glorious today so you know that it will pass away
The doves and snapping turtles bite at me
Catatonic ash, don't bump against them tender wounds
This petunia land smells of timothy
I have read the maps of the Patron Saint of Haggard
Arm the minds of midwives who deliver thee
My hands are not enough I will swing a hammer
Amen Corners where they'll gather and meet
On Amen Corner is where they gather, all them midwives who delivered me
Their looks are unwashed, ashamed, and haggard, seeing my hands are empty of offerings.
The took my rolled map, ripped it to tatters, turned their backs and commenced to sing.
I stroke my dark dove, I pat my turtle, but their responce is as cold as charity.
Snapping turtles hide, scrape their teeth against their hide
Doves stumble 'round turned dark from timothy
The midwives turn to saints swinging what's delivered
On Amen Corner the haggard hammer sings
My snapping turtle it still be snapping, my dark dove can only bark at me
I pull his dark down, rip it to tatters, glue the feathers to my turtles covering.
I will swing it, my soft-hard hammer, to my midwives this is my offering
On Amen Corner, I'll be delivered, my soft-hard hammer will sing as it swings.
 
"Possibly one of the darkest but most captivating country song ever written. It was hard to describe just how amazing this song really is..." you-tube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cW93ocCO-sM

This is what it sounds like when my brother called me

My parents, they up and passed
When I was none than three
Forced myself onto my brother
Made him watch me swell

And when we'd sit 'round the kitchen table
He would whip out his brand new blade
He'd scratch out words in the wood of the table
I never could tell what they say

But I could tell they were dirty!

I brought them words on down to the elementary
I pulled them boys behind the elementary wall
And I spoke them words hard, yeah, I did...

When my brother was a child he was given an animal
He raised it up to be a big black bull
It never did nor pitch or sway
It would ride on the back of our flat bed
It looked like one of them Greek Caesar’s
And when we'd go to McCintyre’s,
The McCintyre's got a pen, with a she-cow
When that she-cow saw his chariot arivin'
She gave the bull her big soft cowy eyes
And then she started talkin’

And she was talkin' dirty!

Then the big black bull come down hard off the flatbed
Forced himself inside the pen with the she-cow
He stood up tall on two legs, like a man does, he swoll himself up hard
Me, myself, I stood up tall on the flatbed, I pitched when I saw them sway
When that bull he come back down to four legs, my brother forced himself onto the flatbed
He handed me his brand new blade, said
"Scratch out the words on the wood of the flatbed"

And I did!

When I was none, I fell out my mamma, I was a breach born son, I come backwards
And when the calf come, it come, like I come, he come backwards
And my brother he called the calf my name, and its mother she called the calf my name...
 
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