Six feet under(ground)

Μόνον αν αυξήσουμε τα επίπεδα της παρανοιας μας θα μπορέσουμε να βγούμε αλώβητοι από την τρέλα που μας κυνηγάει...Ε νομίζω πως ήρθε ο καιρός για να φορέσουμε τα καλά μας και να πάμε για λασπόλουτρα...
Το μέλλον του Κύβου,μεταλλάχθηκε σε παρόν γεμάτο παγίδες...Κάποιες από αυτές κρύβουν παραισθησιογόνα αέρια με ''υπέροχες'' αναμνήσεις...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emXLgT_tkE0&feature=related
 
SPYROS A. said:
Μόνον αν αυξήσουμε τα επίπεδα της παρανοιας μας θα μπορέσουμε να βγούμε αλώβητοι από την τρέλα που μας κυνηγάει...Ε νομίζω πως ήρθε ο καιρός για να φορέσουμε τα καλά μας και να πάμε για λασπόλουτρα...
Το μέλλον του Κύβου,μεταλλάχθηκε σε παρόν γεμάτο παγίδες...Κάποιες από αυτές κρύβουν παραισθησιογόνα αέρια με ''υπέροχες'' αναμνήσεις...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emXLgT_tkE0&feature=related
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Συμφωνώ,

Στην παρούσα φάση ελπίζω να συγχωρεθεί η δική μου παράνοια που με οδήγησε στην σκέψη (αμέσως μετά την πρώτη στενή επαφή με το Parfume for Phantoms), πως κάποιος νάρκωσε το soundtrack του Les triplettes de belleville, ή αλλιώς η “Χιονάτη πριν ευτυχίσει κατάπιε κανονικά το δηλητηριασμένο μήλο”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACXK3g9hpRE


Σπύρο, εκπληκτικό το Parfume for Phantoms
Ειλικρινά θέλω να σε ευχαριστήσω....
 
ΓΙΩΡΓΟΣ ΜΠΑΙΡΑΧΤΑΡΗΣ said:
Συμφωνώ,

Στην παρούσα φάση ελπίζω να συγχωρεθεί η δική μου παράνοια που με οδήγησε στην σκέψη (αμέσως μετά την πρώτη στενή επαφή με το Parfume for Phantoms), πως κάποιος νάρκωσε το soundtrack του Les triplettes de belleville, ή αλλιώς η “Χιονάτη πριν ευτυχίσει κατάπιε κανονικά το δηλητηριασμένο μήλο”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACXK3g9hpRE


Σπύρο, εκπληκτικό το Parfume for Phantoms
Ειλικρινά θέλω να σε ευχαριστήσω....
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Eγώ σας ευχαριστώ και τους δύο σας SPYRO A. και MΠΑΙΡΑΧΤΑΡΗ, και για τα δύο τραγούδια....

Η Χιονάτη (πριν το δηλητηριασμένο μήλο-γιατί μετά, πως θα μπορούσα να σας ευχαριστήσω...:flipout::flipout: )
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hH1zutgUGk

I feel I know you
I don't know how
I don't know why

I see you feel for me
You cried with me
You would die for me

I know I need you
I want you to
Be free of all the pain
You hold inside
You cannot hide
I know you tried

To be who you couldn't be
You tried to see inside of me
And now i'm leaving you
I don't want to go
Away from you

Please try to understand
Take my hand
Be free of all the pain
You hold inside

You cannot hide
I know you tried
To feel...
To feel...
 
Ψιλοχαμενοι είμαστε όλοι μας..Όταν βρισκόμαστε μια στο τόσο θέλουμε να πιούμε για να διασκεδάσουμε,,να ξεχαστούμε...Κάτι που κάνουμε και μόνοι μας όταν βρισκόμαστε με τον εαυτό μας...
Στην πρώτη περίπτωση παραμονεύει ο τροχό-μπατσος που παραφυλάει πίσω από τους χαμηλούς θάμνους,έτοιμος να μας χαλάσει τις στιγμές ξεγνοιασιάς της ολάνοιχτης νύχτας που προηγήθηκε...
Σιγά τα ωα...Μερικά μπινελίκια και κάμποσες 'ψαλμωδίες' είναι αρκετά για να αποκαταστήσουν το άδοξο τέλος μιας ένδοξης ημέρας...

Στην δεύτερη περίπτωση τα πράγματα είναι πολύ πιο ζόρικα...

''Την ώρα ετούτη,όσο ποτέ,σε συλλογιέμαι
ερημική ψυχή,ξένε διαβάτη
Φίλοι κι αγάπες ήταν γύρω σου (Πλανιέμαι
η αλήθεια λυπημένο είχε το μάτι ;...)...

...έλεγε κάποτε μια ψυχή...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVKZXTJjAcU&feature=player_embedded#!
 
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Λοιπόν...Σαν παιδί που είμαι,κάνω την καθημερινή μου βόλτα απ το 'ψιλικατζίδικο' της γειτονιάς,ετσι ώστε να προμηθευτώ το αυγό έκπληξη (μην πω την μάρκα και θεωρηθεί- τζάμπα- διαφήμιση..χεχε..)..
Το δώρο τον ημερών είναι made in Norway αλλά με Αμερικανο-Βρετανικες καταβολές....
Οι Minor Majority δεν δισκογραφουν με σκοπό να σώσουν την μουσική ούτε να προσθέσουν έξτρα πόντους στην κρανιο-εγκεφαλικη μας περιφέρεια ..
Το παρακάτω κομμάτι είναι το τελευταιο από τον νέο τους δίσκο....
Ο λόγος που το βάζω είναι πως θα ήθελα με τα χίλια να το ακούσω από τις φωνητικες χορδές του Staples των Βρετανών Tindersticks...Όχι πως 'γραμμές' δεν ταιριάζουν,αλλά λίγο μπάσο παραπάνω το θέλει στην ερμηνεία του...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn8FB4KT480&feature=channel_video_title


DORIAN LEAVING THE TABLE IN RAGE

My hand is shaking like an old mans hand
I’m trying to keep it still
I’m so dead angry my tears come out as steam
And yet I wonder if the blame’s on me

And I try so hard,
Not to hate you now
Not to break you now
But I swear to God, that you’re no good

You keep telling me, how I’m bound to loose
And maybe that might be so
But I never tried to make you look bad
Just out of lack of self control
You’re a fire burning out too slow
More than that, I just don’t know
But I swear to God, that you’re no good

It’s just the evil in me, I suppose
Before I know it I just go off
It’s just the evil in me, I suppose
Before I know it I just go off
You’re a fire burning out too slow
More than that, I just don’t know
But I swear to God, that you’re no good​
 
Έρχεται...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLCK8RsqXxs&feature=related




And you lost sight on me
Whilst the wind it blows so, cold wind
As if I disappeared
To thin, breathless air,
Drinking, bittersweet
And sometimes it seems
That you lost sight on me

And don't lead me on
And don't break my heart
You know it's breakable
You know it's sweet

And what shall I do
When it finally crumbles away
Pick up all these years
That I seen myself throw away
To where I know it will be safe
From all your broke
All your broken hearts
 
The Last Song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xm_nLpdZ9BA




An empty paper in front of me
and the pen that is supposed be
the link between
my thoughs and the written word

I always believed that I could write
about anything
But I am always wrong somehow

Wrong somehow
And I can't find a way
To release the poetry I hide
In the closet deep inside

And Why do you hear these words
Whwn I have nothing to say
I am only trying to complete this song

So you can see
See that i don't know
That i don't know
the way to find the words
I'm given time
Time to find a rhyme
But all I do is write these empty lines
Though I wish that i could....​
 
Οι γνωστές αλχημείες ενός ψυχακια που εκπέμπει στα βραχέα......
Τεράστιο κεφάλαιο για όποιον δεν τον αποφεύγει

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsV2a_9-QbI


so rain will come
so rain will come and wind will blow
so night will call
another will call and i will go
so it's going to be sad and it's going to be long
and we already know the end of this song.
but sing it one more time

so there's work to do
and i will work still without cease
for i am the size
i am the size of what i see
and not the size of this body you have held and laid your will upon
not the sound of this mouth but a sound that is hidden and strong
let it
 
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Μιας και είμαι σε φάση Μπακλεισμου.....

Ο Jeff σε ένα ποίημα του Poe.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgeaqpmqUT8

The skies were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid region of weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

Here once, through an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my soul,
Of cypress, with psyche, my soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the ultimate climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the month was october,
And we marked not the night of the year
(ah, night of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of auber
(though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn,
As the star-dials hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn

Astarte’s bediamonded crescent
Distinct with it’s duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the lion,
To point us the path to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the skies;
Come up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the lair of the lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "sadly this star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "this is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its sibyllic splendor is beaming
With hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to it’s gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright;
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb,
By the door of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb? "
She replied: "ulalume! ulalume!
’tis the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was surely october
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
This misty mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of weir."

Said we, then--the two, then--"ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the hell of the planetary souls? "
 
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