Six feet under(ground)

His master's voice...Lay back and listen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSnbMogyzaE&feature=artist

it makes a difference
when you walk through a room
with that worrisome smile
road weary perfume

but this isn't the place
and it isn't the time
for this beautiful delusion
that is robbing me blind

i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when i go

it makes a difference
that i'm feeling this way
with plenty to think about
and so little to say

except for this confession
that is poised on my lips
i'm not letting go of God
I'm just losing my grip

i want to know
i want to know
will it keep you guessing
when i go

what is a love
if the love's not my own
this is not my home
this is lonely
but never alone

i just want to hold you
in my gaze for awhile
so i can remember
every line around your smile

then i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when I go
 
πω πω βρε Σπύρο, μας πήδηξες ... τι είναι αυτό ... ξέσχισμα ...

πλέον παίζεις μπάλλα σε πολύ υψηλές κατηγορίες ...
 
Δημοκηδής said:
πω πω βρε Σπύρο, μας πήδηξες ... τι είναι αυτό ... ξέσχισμα ...

πλέον παίζεις μπάλλα σε πολύ υψηλές κατηγορίες ...
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Υπάρχει και σε πιο ''προσωπική'' έκδοση την οποία όμως δεν την βρήκα στο γιουτουμπι...Εκείνη να δεις...Θα κάνω παιχνίδι αμέσως για να δεις περι τίνος πρόκειται...

Περισσότερα με πμ..
 
Δειγμάτισα χθες και όλο το δίσκο τους που το περιέχει, είναι όλο σούπερ, /// Σπύρο, ποιό cdάκι τους θεωρείς καλύτερο να γίνει added to cart ;
 
Backworld - Come Sunday Morn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z4OtvzKsD4

Backworld founder Joseph Budenholzer grew up in Nebraska, immersed in the rural lore and religious traditions of the region. He attended parochial school where he was taught by nuns to play the guitar for folk Mass. He worked for years at The Omaha Magic Theatre, an offshoot of The Open Theatre in New York, as composer in residence. Moving to New York City's East Village in the mid-1980s he performed at St Mark's Poetry Project and began collaborating with dance performer Brian Moran, aka Blood Boy, creating sampled soundscapes for confrontational Actionist assaults. This led to the Cinema of Transgression scene where he worked with filmmakers Richard Kern, Beth B, and Tessa Hughs-Freeland, and composer JG Thirlwell (Foetus). Eventually a series of collaborations with Lydia Lunch resulted, culminating in the double CD, Matrikamantra, a work of psycho-acoustic theatre in the form of a homage to Romanian philosopher poet EM Cioran. In 1990 he enrolled in NYU's Gallatin Division, focusing on Eastern European theatre, traveling to study in Russia and Bulgaria, and later touring Poland and the Czech Republic.

"I formed Backworld in 1993, owing to a passion for English folk music, certain aspects of 60s psychedelia, and Christian mysticism. I wanted to make music that could reflect these interests and hopefully be as spiritual and beautiful."

After joining forces with World Serpent Distribution (London) in 1995 four studio albums resulted, Holy Fire (1996), Isles of the Blest (1997), Anthems from the Pleasure Park (1999), Of Silver Sleep (2001) The Fourth Wall (2001 live at the Bloomsbury Theatre, London); and Good Infection (2007) Come The Bells (2011)

Guest performers on BW albums have included Jarboe of Swans and Michael Cashmore of Current 93. In 2006 Joseph returned to NYC after three years living in Scotland where he recorded the bulk of 'Good Infection' released in 2007, enlisting the talents of Isobel Campbell (Belle & Sebastian, Gentle Waves), David Tibet (Current 93) and Drew McDowall (Coil) to contribute vocals and other textures to the sessions. Other notable collaborations include playing in Current 93 and co-writing and producing the Little Annie album "Songs from the Coal Mine Canary" with Antony Hegarty (Antony and The Johnsons).

'backworld.com'
 
Δημοκηδής said:
Δειγμάτισα χθες και όλο το δίσκο τους που το περιέχει, είναι όλο σούπερ, /// Σπύρο, ποιό cdάκι τους θεωρείς καλύτερο να γίνει added to cart ;
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Δεν είμαι σίγουρος πως θα σου αρέσουν γενικά,,αλλά αν ήταν να επιλέξεις θα σου πρότεινα να πας σε ένα τους άλμπουμ που γενικά βασίζονται στην εμπειρία τους και όχι στον αυθορμητισμό...Αυτό είναι το the trumpet child ..Εκεί θα βρεις και μια μικρή ωδή στον λατρεμένο τους....
Sorry για την καθυστέρηση αλλά ήμουν εκτός ,...

Για την ώρα,κάθε επαφή με τις ρίζες ,δεν μας αφήνει ασυγκίνητους...
Έχουμε όλοι πιστεύω την ανάγκη να ξέρουμε με ποιους ανήκουμε και τι ακριβώς εκπροσωπούμε κατά βάθος....Από την αφήγηση του Σεφέρη στο σημαντικότερο κομμάτι της ψυχής του Καρυωτάκη τραγουδισμενο από κάποιον που ήρθε στην ζωή μας από μια δυνατή καραμπόλα...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J96yJWmk3yY&feature=player_embedded
 
Χμμμ..καθόλου άσχημο. Μου αρέσει
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Τα μυστικά σοκάκια του Megatherion δεν τα συνάντησα στην ώρα τους...Ετούτο εδώ όμως το έλιωσα από την πρώτη στιγμή...
Νομίζω πως δίκαια θεωρούνται γκουρού στον χώρο.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGDmzgRW9zM&feature=artist


I drown in ashes you've enshrined.
Of blissful days long gone by.
Concealed behind my dying eyes.
This hell of anger and weary lies.
A frame of mind, a dismal soul.
My final womb, this flesh turned cold.
You held me down and let me bleed.
My love, it died, along with me.
A world of scars and caresses pale.
And thoughts as chaste as pristine dew.
And flowers placed across your face.
I trace the life I've lost with you.
This bleakest pit that you've unveiled.
I hate to love as it is pain.
My hands are cut but still I sail.
An ocean of sadness in the rain.
My flesh, my blood.
My wound, my cry.
My broken back, my all now dies.
My soul, my tomb.
My pain, my joy.
My darkest mind, my love destroyed.
 
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Δεν δυσκολεύτηκα καθόλου να βρω τον σωστό παγοκοφτη από την 'εταιρεία' The Walkabouts...
Δεν θυμάμαι αν το έχω ξαναβάλει,αλλά ως γνωστόν,,,η επανάληψη κάνει καλό στην μάθηση...

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


Cacophonous and slippery
4:35 in the mornin'
And i'm drivin'
These streets
Tryin' to capture every sound
My microphone
Hangs out, the back seat window

And what i don't succeed
In capturin'
Turns weightless and indifferent

Lord, i've become a stranger
In my old haunts

Blips and bleeps
And siren squalls
This town it just gets richer
And it's teeth get clenched

And i am just a statue
Of a long lost fearless age

Our maladies
Our strategies
This microphone
My wanderin's aside

Lord, i've become a stranger
In my old haunts

Hello desire'
And what your spooky name
Implies

In you, i found my silk
And swagger,
The calm before the prize

And though I
Once was warned
You'd be the grave in which i'd lie

With you, i was no stranger
In my old haunts

Someday i'll hit the turnpike
Speed past a truck stop
Burnin'

It'll streak my rearview mirror
It'll fade, a lonely flicker

And i'll listen to these tapes i've made
My symphony of phantoms
Lord, i've ended up a stranger, in my old haunts
I've become a stranger.... In my old haunts
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCjNyn5-Vlw

Dreams,
They keep me awake
Like this song,
That is stuck in my brain
And it goes
"Dum-da-dum, da-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum,
da-dum, da-dum, dum, da-da-da, da-da-da-dum"

So I stood in the heated halls and I played for the King and the Queen
Oh I went out in the blistering cold and I played for the beggars and thieves
I saw the pain in their eyes fade away as they listened to me
Oh I will carry that weight back home

Dreams,
Oh listen to me
I'm so tired of this place
And I wanna be free
And they say
"Oh dont you get it, You're never,
You're never going back home"
And they say
"Oh don't you get it,
There is more to life, there is more to life than I know"

Cause I stood in the heated halls and I played for the King and the Queen
Oh I went out in the blistering cold and I played for the beggars and thieves
I saw the pain in their eyes fade away, as they listened to me
Oh I will carry that weight
Oh I will carry that weight back home
 
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