Το videoclip της ημέρας

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6H56o3U8XQ

I'm standing at the crossroads
There are many roads to take
But I stand here so silently
For fear of a mistake
One road leads to paradise
One road leads to pain
One road leads to freedom
But they all look the same
I've traveled many roads
And not all of them were good
The foolish ones taught more to me
Than the wise ones ever could
One road leads to sacrifice
One road leads to shame
One road leads to freedom
But they all look the same
There were roads I never travelled
There were turns I did not take
There were mysteries that I left unravelled
But leaving you was my only mistake.
So I'm standing at the crossroads
Imprisoned by this doubt
As if by doing nothing
I might find my way out
One road leads to paradise
One road leads to pain
One road leads to freedom
But they all look the same
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YO_YYuzuLc

Δε μ' αναγνωρίζετε γιατί έλειπα καιρό,
τα δάκρυά μου δεν σας λένε κάτι.
Λοιπόν, διηγηθείτε μου τι έγινε εδώ
να βρω ξανά του νήματος την άκρη.

Πείτε μου εκείνες τις ιστορίες σας,
που κάνουν τα καλάμια να λυγίζουν,
στα όρια των χωραφιών κι εν μεσω άπνιας
τα μέτωπα των αγροτών δροσίζουν.
Πείτε μου εκείνες τις ιστορίες σας.

Φωτογραφίες δείξτε μου αυτών που Κυριακή
γεννήθηκαν κι εκείνων που εχουν πέσει,
από τη βάρκα λίγο πριν φτάσει στην ακτή,
γιατί η ζωή τους πια δεν τους αρέσει.

Τα τραγούδια πείτε μου που λετε την αυγή,
σαν σβήνουνε τα φώτα στην πλατεία.
Καθώς και τ' απογεύματα μετά την προσευχή
και πριν να ξεκινήσει η αλητεία.
Τα τραγούδια πείτε μου που λέτε την αυγή.

Αν συνεχίζουν πείτε μου κοιτώντας τη φωτιά,
οι άνθρωποι να κάθονται στις φτέρνες,
και αν οι ομορφότερες γυναίκες στα κρυφά,
κάτω απο τη γλώσσα εκτρέφουν σμέρνες.

Πείτε μου, ακόμα, αν έρχεται στην άκρη του χωριού
ο λύκος του θανάτου τους χειμώνες,
που σαν κουνούσε την ουρά το γάλα έπηζε
στα τρομαγμένα στήθη απ' τις λεχώνες.
Πείτε μου ακόμα αν έρχεται στην άκρη του χωριού.

Πείτε μου, μη βρέθηκε η σκάφη που, παλιά,
λουζόμουνα με ήλιο και με χιόνι
ή τα μαλλιά που φύλαξε απ' την πρώτη μου κουρά
η μάνα που ακόμα ρούχα απλώνει.

Το πτυελοδοχείο του Μπακούνιν το χυτό,
σύντροφοι, μήπως βρέθηκε και κείνο,
να φτύσω μέσα με θυμό που οι νέες εποχές
με κάνουνε να μοιάζω με κρετίνο?
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8MLqYNGKdI
George Evelyn, better known as Nightmares on Wax and also known as DJ EASE (Experimental Sample Expert), is a DJ from Leeds, UK. His music is released on Warp Records and was one of the first releases on the label. Evelyn got his start in the music industry through an interest in hip hop and on joining a local breakdancing crew, he met Kevin Harper and together they released their first album in 1991, a techno-edged record entitled "A Word Of Science: The First And Final Chapter". This was the beginning of NoW's career. Today, Harper is a solo DJ and Evelyn is accompanied by Robin Taylor-Firth and has created a sound that is not classifiable, a "sound of the beats is what makes nightmares."[1]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightmares_on_Wax
 
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People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3CHi_9sxj0&feature=related
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjW3tZhdnyw

I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning (give me the understanding)
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon
The night, the night

Let me step out of my shell
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal

I want the world to stop…

Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air the sun hangs low the girls don’t care
As they paint themselves at dusk.

I want the world to stop…

Towns’ and cities’ populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run along side rush hour traffic a prayer for every car

I want the world to stop…

I want to write a message to you
Everyday at 10 o clock in the evening
Yellow pearl my city is
This is your art this is your Balzac your Brookside and your Bach
 
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It is possible that this song was inspired by an actual event, where a female convict (Charlotte Badger), sailing on the colonial brigantine Venus, convinced members of the crew to commandeer the vessel, sailing from Port Dalrymple in Van Diemens Land (now Tasmania) in 1806.[2]

Despite various reports, the ultimate fate of the Venus is unknown. This may have led to speculation by those left behind, with fantasies leading to the creation of this drinking song. Interestingly, one of the verses also refers to a 'Charlotte' - wiki



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHEX9EpIL7o

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis

The captain's name was Lugger
By Christ he was a bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another

And the second mate was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy

The third mate's name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight he played till late
Upon the captain's organ

The captain's wife was Mabel
And by God was she able
To give the crew their daily screw
Upon the galley table

The captain's daughter Charlotte
Was born and bred a harlot
Her thighs at night were lily white
By morning they were scarlet

The cabin boy was Kipper
By Christ he was a nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper

The captain's lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water
Delighted squeals came when some eels
Found her sexual quarters

The cook his name was Freeman
And he was a dirty demon
And he fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen

And the ship's dog was called Rover
And we turned the poor thing over
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover

When we reached our station
Through skillful navigation
The ship got sunk in a wave of spunk
From too much fornication

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis
 
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