Το videoclip της ημέρας

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zey8567bcg

BARBER:
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.


MOUNTIES:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.


BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_10TqowM9c


It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There's only Alice
 
God himself. In person.
Do yourself a favour and PLAY LOUD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2ZMOKLsiuY

Two trains
Two railroad tracks
One goin' 'n the other one comin' back
There goes my baby on that ole train
I say come back come back baby come back
Click clack click clack
There's my baby wain' her handkerchief down
My cars stand up when I hear that sound
This time it sound like it's for keeps
Click clack click clack
I get down on the ground
With the gravel around
I pray t' the Lord
That the train will stop
Turn right around
'N never stop till it drop my baby off
Now I had this girl
Threatened 'n leave me all the time
Maybe you had uh girl like that
I-yuh all time cryin'
Well I had this girl
Threatened 'n leave me all the time
Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh
'N get herself lost 'n found
Maybe you had uh girl like this
She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans
'N get herself lost 'n found
C'mon I'll play it for yuh
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
There were two railroad tracks
Click clack click clack
One ah them leavin'-uh
'N the other one comin' back
I was two years from yuh baby
You were goin' way up the tracks
The train was leavin'-uh
I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief


θάψε το σαρκίο μου Κύριε
βαθειά μέσα στη λάσπη
στο Δέλτα του Μισσισσιπή. :worshippy:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVaEPx_VyXs








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
Chorus:
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
You'll never be going back home
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY1__G1LRHY

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling thru this world below
There’s no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my Father
And all my loved ones who've gone old
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep

I’m going there to see my Mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
So I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8CzFVm1Yio&feature=related

It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
And all things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

My kill hand's tatooed E.V.I.L.
Across it's brother's fist
That filthy five!
They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life and a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie....

Mercy, mercy me....
 
Μεγάλος ο Τομ, αειθαλής και παντός καιρού. Χειμώνα, καλοκαίρι, με συννεφιά ή με ήλιο, βράδυ ή πρωί, το ίδιο μεγάλος ακούγεται.
Λατρέβω να τον ακούω όταν οδηγάω, να μου λέει τις ιστορίες του με τις ώρες καθώς αλλάζουν συνεχώς οι εικόνες μπροστά μου.... :grinning-smiley-043
 
Τελευταία έχω κολλήσει με αυτόν τον κύριο. (Avishai Cohen)
Εβραίος κοντραμπασίστας, ξεκίνησε τη μουσική με πιάνο στα 8 του για να τον κερδίσει τελικά το μπάσο στα 14.
Εδώ και χρόνια ζει στη Νέα Υόρκη (όλα αυτά σύμφωνα με τη wiki)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4kc0Aby2vA


Και εδώ μόνος του σε ένα τραγούδι της πατρίδας του.
Για να βλέπουν και οι δικοί μας πως μπορεί να βγαίνει συγχρονη μουσική με έμπνευση από την παράδοση. Γιατί εδώ μας έφαγαν οι κενές, ανευ περιοχομένου και ουσίας αναβιώσεις καθώς και η νοσταλγία για ψητά αρνιά και τεκέδες...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLY-Gw7e9xY
 
christos said:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaxHZxvmSwQ&feature=related
Click to expand...

The Violin Concerto No. 2 in B minor, Op. 7, was composed by Niccolò Paganini in Italy in 1826. In his Second Concerto, Paganini holds back on the demonstration of virtuosity in favour of greater individuality in the melodic style. The third movement of Paganini's Second Concerto owes its nickname "La Campanella" or "La Clochette" to the little bell which Paganini prescribes to presage each recurrence of the rondo theme. The character of the bell is also imitated in the orchestra and in some of the soloist's passages featuring harmonics. The outcome is a very transparent texture, which gains extra charm of gypsy coloration of the rondo theme. This movement gives proof of a compositional mastery which Paganini is too often alleged not to possess. This movement has also served as the basis of compositions by other composers, such as the Étude S.140 No.3 "La Campanella" by Liszt and Strauss I's Walzer à la Paganini Op.11.....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violin_Concerto_No._2_(Paganini)
 
Μέσα στο μυαλό μου ο Paganini είναι το αντίστοιχο του Malmsteen στην κλασική μουσική. Θα ήθελα να μου πει όποιος ξέρει αν αυτή η εντύπωση που έχω ισχύει.
 
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