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Let's get Pop..

Sorry guys αλλά μου έχει "κολλήσει"πολύ τελευταία και το θεωρώ απ τα καλύτερα φετινά τραγουδια στο είδος .
Ειδικά το refrain είναι θεϊκό.
Τραγούδι που θα έπρεπε να είχαν ήδη πεί η Madonna ή η Kylie για ένα καλό comeback.Τώρα απλώς φάγανε την σκόνη της.
Οσο για το βιντεάκι απλά θεότρελλο !Η τύπισσα έχει πολύ περισσότερο μέλλον και ταλέντο από κάτι Britney και άλλα ξόμπλια..

Lady Gaga : Bad Romance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I
 
ecodrifter εδώ υπάρχει θεμα μεγάλο τελικά...
Απο τα ποιο όμορφα πράγματα που έχω ακούσει τελευταία...

Ροη και ανάπτυξη σε τρομερό επίπεδο...

Just listen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wlFzNAyGuQ&NR=1


sorry για την επιμονή παίδες άλλα......κόλλησα:D
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMG8VeF-EPg

I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made from rattlesnake hide,
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of a human skull,
Now come on take a walk with me, child,
And tell me, who do you love?

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Tombstone hand and a graveyard mine,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip,
Take it easy child, don't give me no lip,

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Night was dark, but the sky was blue,
Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew,
Heard a bump, and somebody screamed,
You should have heard just what I seen.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Arlene took me by my hand,
And she said ooowee bo, you know I understand.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbVmswlWN3g&feature=related

There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.

They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've let him lie for a very long time,
‛Till the rains from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed them all.

They've let him stand ‛till midsummer's day,
‛Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
Serving him most barbarously.

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around the field,
‛Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath,
On poor John Barleycorn.

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
And he's brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
Proved the strongest man at last.

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
Without a little Barleycorn



The original folk song has a number of verses that basically describe the growing process of barley, and finally it's conversion into ale. Curiously, the begining talks about 3 men and killing John Barleycorn:

There were three men, came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die

So they harrowed him in three furrows deep, threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead

At the other end of the song:

There's little Sir John in the nut brown bowl, and there's brandy in the glass,
And little Sir John in the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman cannot hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker cannot mend his pots without John Barleycorn

As I understand it, in past times when harvests were very uncertain, there were often efforts to keep the peasants from using valuable grain for beer instead of bread.

Not just in England were there laws about what grain could be used for making beer, and at what times. The famous Reinheitsgebot, the Bavarian (and then later, German) beer purity law, contains a section regarding the use of wheat, and another about when beer could be made.

This song may be a discussion of what the royalty (the three men from the west) wanted, and what the peasants wanted. Of course, before mass production of glass (early 1800s), peasants drank from wooden vessels (the nut brown bowl), and royalty would naturally prefer the aged and perhaps imported "brandy in the glass".

Since little Sir John proved the strongest at the last, one must assume that the regulations failed and beer was made anyway.
 
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Creedence Clearwater Revival - (Wish I could) Hideaway

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CbkGIaunX8

Howdy, friend, begging your pardon,
Is there something on your mind?
You've gone and sold all your belongings,
Is that something in your eye?
Well, I know you really never
Liked the way it all goes down;
Go on, Hideaway.
What's that you say?

We're all bound for the graveyard
Oooh, I wish you well.
Think it's gonna rain,
Oh, what's the diff'rence,
Is there some way I can help?

'Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you
When you're gone, oh, Lord,
Wish I Could Hideaway
Hold on, give yourself a chance,
I can hear the leaving train.
All aboard! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Oooh, I wish you well.
See you soon, maybe tomorrow.
You can never tell;

'Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you
When you're gone, oh,
Wish I could Hideaway
Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway.
Hideaway, hideaway,
Hideaway, hideaway
 
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