Το videoclip της ημέρας

Όταν τα τραγούδια παίρνουν ένα "περίεργο" χρώμα, σαν το μπλε.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkTSu7SrozE

Blue
Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the moon
Blue
Strange colour blue
Coming back to you
Pushing through
Pouring rain
Nearly there
Nearly there
Oh, blue

Blue
Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the moon
Hey little mister driver man
Keep your head up
We are nearly there
I am racing
Outside and below myself
Nearly forgot myself there
Nearly there, yeah
Oh, everybody's sleeping now
An industrial silence singing
And the rain will keep hammering down from overhead
Now there's a blue, blue, strange colour blue
Let me dream of me and you
Oh, how the rain keeps coming down
Pour, oh, running down the window
Like a vein on my arm
Oh, running down the window
Like a vein on my arm, yeah

This is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly there
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly there
Oh, blue

Strange colour, a colour blue
Yeah, a colour blue
Oh, blue blue blue yeah
Strange colour, a colour blue
Yeah, a colour blue
Oh, blue blue blue, yeah
Strange colour, a colour blue
Oh, a colour blue
Hey little mister driver man
Keep your head up
We are nearly there
Nearly there
 
Εξαιρετική διασκευή απο τους Bet....

Ποιος θα πληρώσει αυτή την φορά για να επανορθώσει τα λάθη στις ψυχές των ανθρώπων???

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuTjO2rH4AA

Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold. Now
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain’t got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man) who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain’t got no job
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
Wanna be a man that can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man,
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundaries of old?
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold.
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
Who’ll pay reparations,
‛Cause I don’t dig segregation, but I
can’t get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.
Tell me,
Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
 
D I M __ Z said:
"Και ας μη σου καίγεται καρφί ...
Και ας συνήθισες και ας συνήθισες και εσύ ..."
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Ελένη Βιτάλη - Η Κιβωτός.
Δυστυχώς το video clip της κάθε ημέρας της ζωής μας;

Το έγραψε όταν γεννήθηκε ο γιος της (Νίκος Ξύδης)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29uWJE_jAo0
 
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