Το videoclip της ημέρας

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FKpX2MgDsU&feature=related

Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
Plays accordion for Mr. Weiss

Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William
Made a million during World War Two
But they're tightwads and they're cheapskates
And they'll never give a dime to you

Auntie Mame has gone insane
She lives in the doorway of an old hotel
And the radio is playing opera
All she ever says is "Go to hell"

Uncle Violet flew as a pilot
And there ain't no pretty girls in France
Now he runs a tiny little bookie joint
They say he never keeps it in his pants

Uncle Bill will never leave a will
And the tumor is as big as an egg
He has a mistress, she's Puerto Rican
And I heard she has a wooden leg

Uncle Phil can't live without his pills
He has emphysema and he's almost blind
And we must find out where the money is
Get it now before he loses his mind

Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion for Mr. Weiss
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c_YaKVj0AM


Inside a broken clock, splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We've always been out of our minds

The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home
Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnnDDnTSuxE

Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He'll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
'Round his arm the plastic tag read D.O.A.
Yes Jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I'll take your hand
And lead you home
 
Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnnDDnTSuxE

Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He'll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
'Round his arm the plastic tag read D.O.A.
Yes Jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I'll take your hand
And lead you home
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κάτι μου λέει ότι ανακάλυψες την Αμερική...-bye-
 
John Cale, Lou Reed - trouble with classicists


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzwY7fcdg8w



The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree
That's all he sees, he paints a tree
The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky
He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky

The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud
While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic
The trouble with impressionist is
The trouble with impressionist is

The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style
It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck
The trouble with personalities is
The trouble with personalities is

I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains
I like their lack of training, their primitive technique
I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school
I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool
The trouble with classicists is
The trouble with classicists is
 
THE DOORS - When The Music's Over

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgPaqi7Dpdg

...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!
...

Αφιερωμένο εξαιρετικά
...στους χειμερινούς κολυμβητές
...σ'αυτούς που καπέλα δεν μπορείς να τους φορέσεις
...στους αυτόφωτους
...στα κατσίκια της άγριας πλαγιάς
...σ'αυτούς που την πτώση γνώρισαν και δεν φοβούνται πιά
...σ'εκείνους που με το μελάνι της φλέβας τους τραγούδια ζωγραφίζουν πάνω σε πακέτο από τσιγάρα
...στην έφη-τάδε-τάδε-έφη
 
Απάντηση: Re: Το videoclip της ημέρας

Κωστας Λυμπεροπουλος said:
"now...is that a way to behave? in a rock'n'roll concert?
you don't wanna hear that for the next half hour, do you?" :ernaehrung004: :award: :worshippy:
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Ο Νίκολσον στον Ξένοιαστο:
Οι εξωγήινοι μας παρακολουθούν
και θα επέμβουν μόλις είμαστε έτοιμοι. Έχουν συννενοηθεί ήδη με τους ηγέτες μας :behead:



Καλή σου μέρα αδερφέ μου Κώστα -bye-
 
Σε ένα τέτοιο ανάπηρο κόσμο
κάπως έτσι θα έπρεπε κυκλοφορούμε όλοι μας.
Τον έρμο, τον έδιωξαν από απέναντι τον συκοφαντούσαν και εδώ.

Στα λουλούδια απαντούσαν με κάνες
Τί να περιμένεις? ... Άλλη γλώσσα δεν γνωρίζουν
 
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