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Οσοι αγαπησαν την μουσικη των Devotchka ας ριξουν μια ματια στους Bellowhead....Απο το αλμπουμ Matachin του 2008...Ρυθμικο απο την αρχη εως το τελος,δινει ωθηση στον ακροατη,κανοντας τον να νομιζει (τουλαχιστον) πως συμμετεχει ενεργα στην μουσικη πανδαισια που τον περιβαλλει....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYeAD6KQCdE
 
MIKE OLDFIELD - To France (feat. MAGGIE REILLY)

Από το album "Discovery" του 1984.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QXxozXsDZY
Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don't you know you're
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...​

Kαλημέρα σε όλους -bye-​
 
Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjydOI4MEIw

Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
Cousin Billy would take me walking,
Through the back yard we'd go walking,
Then he'd look into my eyes,
Lord knows to my suprise:

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is alright,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd grown.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
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i'll say it once more...
i fuckin' love it when u go mainstream..... hehehehe
 
Nikos F said:
i fuckin' love it when u go mainstream.....
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Instead of Dusty, you must listen to Marie McDonald McLaughlin Lawrie, aka Lulu.
"The pop-funk of "Take Your Mama for a Ride" is as delicious as the Bond theme "Man with the Golden Gun" is pure kitsch, but perhaps the most surprising piece is her reworking of the old Young Rascals hit, "Groovin' ", a sublime example of how good a singer she could be. "Easy Evil", which follows it here, is as lascivious as Madonna's "Like a Prayer".

The years rolled back for Lulu when she duetted with Take That on "Relight my Fire" and returned to the top ten: not bad form for a wealthy businesswoman, then old enough to be Robbie Williams's mum but still the young side of 50. The next time that soul singer poll comes along, vote Scotland."

R.D.Cook
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2QSHyYUm54

Gilbert works alone, late into the night
Dangling from a free way overpass
He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete
They're paving in the gap way out west
In off in the distance, the sleepy city shines
He raises his mask to take a look
Slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch
I see him falling just like a burning star
Out of control
And went drifting way off course
And went drifting way off course

Waking up confused in a bed of thorn
And a world turns upside down
No questions asked, no party ever searched
Like a blip gilbert slips into a void
A rustle nearby then a vision appears
Made from saguaro boots and rib
Grabs a hold of this prickly hand
And together they stand
Walk on through the ruins of a world
That lost control
And went way off course
 
Αφιερωμένο σε αυτούς που "ξέρουν"......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_drEFOaPaK8

"The Future"

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv5Ur8SMMbk

Κόλησα μ'αυτο :stupido2::love:

From "Metal Position"
1985 Polydor
Musicians:

Toshinori Kondo
Reck
Taizo Sakai
Haruo Togashi
Rodney Drummer
Hideo Yamaki
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αυτή η τσιμεντούπολη που δεν μας ανήκει ...

And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam
The Buffaloes used to say do what you do

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnbl94GZ6TM

Jimmy won't you please come home
Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam
Come see Jimmy your uncle Jim Your auntie Jimmie and your cousin Jim
Come home Jimmy because you need a bath
And your grandpa Jimmy is still gone daft
......
Now there's buffalo Jim and buffalo Jim
And Jim buffalo now didn't you know
Jim Jim Jimmy its your last cigarette
But there's buffalo piss and it's all kind of wet
Jambo Jimmy you'd better hold your nose
All roads lead to roam with the buffaloes

And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam
The Buffaloes used to say do what you do

Well you've gotta have a wash but you can't clean your name
You're now called Jimmy you'll be Jimmy just the same
The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door
One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor
Jimmy won't you please come home
Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam
Dear old Jimmy you've forgotten you're young
But you can't ignore the buffalo song

And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam
The Buffaloes used to say do what you do
If you remember you're (unkown / a gnome / a Noam)
Buffaloland will be your home
 
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όχι ακριβώς videoclip

http://poiein.podomatic.com/player/web/2010-11-14T12_36_10-08_00

Στην Κηφισιά, πριν μπεις είναι μια βίλα
με σύρμα αγκαθωτό, δέντρα και χλόη
Μέσα της κλείουν παιδάκια “εγκληματίες”
και τα φρουρούν μαντράχαλοι “αθώοι”

...Στην Κηφισιά, λοιπόν που πίνεις τον καφέ σου..
και κοιτάζεις τις βιτρίνες λες και είναι αδελφές σου
θα σου πω για έναν πιτσιρικά που πρωτοείδα στην Αυλώνα
και που γούσταρε ο μπαγάσας να βαράει κατσαρόλια
“Τύμπανα, μεγάλε” μου’ πε, ήθελε να μάθει
Με μια μπάντα από κολλητούς τη ζωή του να περάσει
“Μελέτη, φίλε μου καλέ”
“Χτύπαγε το τάμπουρο”
“Συγχρόνισε τα χέρια σου. Η τέχνη θέλει τεχνική”
Αλίμονο σ’ εσάς!
Πού να ξερα τι έκρυβε γιατί είχε λυσσάξει!
Και τον μπαμπά σκότωσε και του ‛βγαλε τα μάτια
“Παλιά παιχνίδια παίζαμε..νόμιζα”
“Νόμιζες!”
“Παλιά παιχνίδια παίζαμε”
“Μέσα λοιπόν μεγάλε!” Έφταιξες!”
“Έφταιξα;Εγώ είμαι το θύμα!”
“Εσύ είσαι ο θύτης! Τώρα βάρα τα κάγκελα! Ρυθμίσου και ξεκίνα”.
Παλιά παιχνίδα…
“Νόμιζα..”
“Νόμιζες!”
“Παλιά παιχνίδια παίζαμε”
Παλιά παιχνίδα παίζαμε…

“Εντάξει, μάγκες!Ένα λάθος!”
“Ένα μίασμα! Ένας λεχρίτης”
“Οοοχ! Ήταν καλό παιδί!”
“Παλαιοκοπρίτης”
Σ’ ένα μπαράκι θα’ τανε η πιο μεγάλη παύση. Του έκλεισα τα μάτια
Ζωή..πέταξες..
“Λάθος!”
“Λάθος”
“Χτύπησε στον αυχένα του κάτα λάθος!”
“Χρόνε γύρνα πίσω!”
Είκοσι χρόνια…κατά λάθος
“Ενα ποτάκι με τους συμφοιτητές…”
Τώρα δεν θέλουν ούτε να σε δουν
Δε σε ξέρουν! Οι συγκρατούμενοί σου!
Δεν υπάχεις!
“Ενα λάθος! Χρόνε γύρνα πίσω!”
Κατά λάθος, χρόνε..πέντε λεπτάκια πίσω!
“Χρόνε”
Λάθος.
“Πέντε λεπτάκια πίσω…”

Από το δίσκο “Βόμβοι”, του ομώνυμου συγκροτήματος. Συμμετέχουν: Ελ. Βιτάλη, Ανδ. Θωμόπουλος, Αλκ. Κωνταντόπουλος, Τ. Βαμβακίδης, Β. Κουρούπη, Π. Γιωρκάτζης, Ν. Ξύδης, εκδ. 7, 2Ο1Ο
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsVW_ucFnUg

Αλμπουμ: Η ΠΑΡΕΛΑΣΗ - 1989

Η τηλεόραση είναι στη διαπασών
Κι ο πατέρας μου κοιτάζει μ' ενδιαφέρον
Κι όλα είναι τόσο ψεύτικα και τόσο σοβαρά
Όταν νιώθεις, πως την πάτησες ξανά

Είναι σήμερα τρελή πρωτομαγιά
Κι η τηλεόραση να λέει για τη χούντα
Κι ο πατέρας μου κοιτά και με λόγια σιγανά
Μουρμουρίζει, πως χαθήκαν όλ' αυτά

Το καντήλι καίει και όλα είναι μουντά
Όλα σου θυμίζουνε τη μοναξιά σου
Κι όμως μέσα στη σιωπή, του πατέρα μου η φωνή
Μου θυμίζει κάποιαν άλλη εποχή?

Μες στο σπίτι όλα τα φώτα είναι σβηστά
17 Νοέμβρη του '73
Το ραδιόφωνο σιγά και τα τανκς εφιαλτικά
Η τρομοκρατία κυβερνά

Η επανάσταση κι αγάπη παν' μαζί
Μες στους δρόμους ματωμένες προκηρύξεις
Αγωνία τρομερή και ο θάνατος ζωή
Φυτρωμένη μες στη μουσική

Ένας θόρυβος ακούγεται δειλά
Είναι του '74 Ιούλης...
Θεοδωράκης δυνατά κι ο εξόριστος γυρνά
Έτσι το λοιπόν τελειώνουν όλ' αυτά..

Η τηλεόραση έχει σβήσει προ πολλού,
Μα ο πατέρας μου κοιτάζει σα χαμένος
Κι είναι όλα γι' αυτόν ψεύτικα και όμως σοβαρά
Αφού ξέρει, πως την πάτησε ξανά.
 
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