Today I stopped and stared,
I realised I just don't care,
A chasm black and wide,
Between me and mankind.
I've walked this earth 1000 years,
Seen the pain and the tears,
An outcast all alone,
Take me back beyond the sun....
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Today I stopped and stared,
I realised I just don't care,
A chasm black and wide,
Between me and mankind.
I've walked this earth 1000 years,
Seen the pain and the tears,
An outcast all alone,
Take me back beyond the sun....
.
All the streets are crammed with things
eager to be held
I know what hands are for
and I'd like to help myself
you ask me the time
but I sense something more
and I would like to give you
what I think you're asking for
you handsome devil
you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
on your mammary glands
and let me get your head
on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip
and you skip
but you deserve it
you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
oh you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
on your mammary glands
and let me get your head
on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip
and you skip
but you deserve it
you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
who will swallow whom?
and when we're in your scholarly room
who will swallow whom?
you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
on your mammary glands
and let me get your head
on the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
There's more to life than books you know
but not much more
Γεια σας.
Ήρθα για να σας δείξω ο ίδιος την Οδό Ονείρων. Δεν ξεχωρίζει. Είναι ένας δρόμος σαν όλους τους άλλους δρόμους της Αθήνας. Είναι, ας πούμε, ο δρόμος που κατοικούμε. Μικρός, ασήμαντος, λυπημένος, τυραννικός, μα κι απέραντα ευγενικός. Έχει πολύ χώμα, πολλά παιδιά, πολλές μητέρες, πολλές ελπίδες και πολλή σιωπή. Κι όλα σκεπασμένα από ένα τρυφερό, μα κι αβάσταχτο ουρανό.
Εδώ, σ’ αυτό το δρόμο γεννιούνται και πεθαίνουν τα όνειρα τόσων παιδιών, ίσαμε τη στιγμή που η αναπνοή τους θα ενωθεί με τ’ ανοιξιάτικο αεράκι του επιταφίου και θα χαθεί.
Όμως τη νύχτα δεν τους πιάνει ο ύπνος κι όταν δεν ονειρεύονται, τραγουδούν.
Κάθε κήπος έχει μια φωλιά για τα πουλιά
Κάθε δρόμος έχει μια καρδιά για τα παιδιά
Μα κυρά μου εσύ, σαν τι να λες με την αυγή
και κοιτάς τ’ αστέρια που όλο πέφτουν σα βροχή
Δώς μου τα μαλλιά σου να τα κάνω προσευχή
για να ξαναρχίσω το τραγούδι απ’ την αρχή
Κάθε σπίτι κρύβει λίγη αγάπη στη σιωπή
μα ένα αγόρι έχει την αγάπη για ντροπή
I was thinking about thinking
but it really didn't get me very far,
so I thought I'd throw a Tarot,
but I only got the Priestess and the Star.
There's a shadow cast between the future and the past;
the room and I agree to buy some time....
The cards don't tell truth nor lies,
only options and cusp lines:
the furniture in the black room.
I've been thinking about acid,
but, it seems, there's not a reason to believe.
I don't make a vital breakthrough
and it walks me like a dog upon a lead.
It's all unreal and, the way I feel,
I'd like to try and make it on my own....
Going to the feelies is fine:
I really have me a good pleasure cruise.
But, deep in my mind,
I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls.
Paint peels in the black of my room.
I'm only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf,
documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling....
What I'll be is what I am,
I'm simply trying not to sham or fake.
Use vision as sense and not as crutch!
It doesn't matter all that much;
whatever happens we'll all survive,
I'm only trying not to pawn my life.
When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced,
shall I then deny all that I feel?
In words of bitter compromise,
re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes like steel?
Be a hermit then?
Or be a miser?
Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules?
The Fool?
The future holds my hand in the room....
Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years
and lay a hand upon my soul
like ice.
So: onto the familiar top steps!
In cloud-scud moonlight glow
the Tower reels.
I, the blind man,
feeling for a path I know...
don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?
Rats run.
Snakes coil.
Fathers
stare out at the whispering night;
rub mud on their arms.
Spiders.
Mud boils.
Children
whimper in the human vortex;
faces glow of worms.
THUNDER
Silence.
Omens....
I think it's coming,
all signs are very near, all signs are that
pain shall come
and change shall run
down through my heart
and shake my knees
and now it is coming,
all around is the humming
of the World.
Too late, with my balance gone,
dead-eyed doll,
I'm falling, falling
back to where I began....
I'm feeling like a kid again,
I'm feeling like I just walked in the door,
and with my head on fire
I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for.
Hands held fast in camera,
I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim:
"I am a traveller, unraveller,
I only live through pain, and shame, and change!"
In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
future forms, space/time storms:
they're all me,
and I've only got to choose!
In my head I am dead if I fall
in the trap,
the subtle lap,
safety's pall....
but I'm living while I choose....
Η ΛΕΡΟΣ
ΚΑΠΟΥ ΥΠΑΡΧΕΙ Η ΚΟΛΑΣΗ
ΤΟ ΟΝΟΜΑ ΤΗΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΛΕΡΟΣ
ΕΚΕΙ ΕΞΟΝΤΩΝΟΥΝ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΥΣ
ΣΤΟ ΟΝΟΜΑ ΤΗΣ ΕΠΙΣΤΗΜΗΣ
ΤΑ ΗΛΕΚΤΡΟΣΟΚ ΚΑΙ ΤΑ ΔΕΣΜΑ
ΚΑΙ Η ΑΠΑΝΘΡΩΠΙΑ ΤΟΥΣ
ΨΥΧΙΑΤΡΟΙ ΔΕΣΜΟΦΥΛΑΚΕΣ
ΝΕΚΡΟΙ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΙ ΣΤΑ ΚΕΛΙΑ ΤΟΥΣ
Η ΛΕΡΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ Η ΚΟΛΑΣΗ
ΤΟ ΔΑΦΝΙ Η ΣΤΑΥΡΟΥΠΟΛΗ
ΑΝΤΙΡΡΗΣΗ ΣΤΟ ΚΑΘΕΣΤΩΣ
Η ΑΠΑΝΤΗΣΗ ΣΤΗΝ ΤΑΞΗ
ΕΠΙΣΤΗΜΟΝΙΚΟΙ ΣΩΦΡΟΝΙΣΜΟΙ
ΜΙΑΣ ΚΟΙΝΩΝΙΑΣ ΦΥΛΑΚΗΣ
ΤΑ ΨΥΧΟΛΟΓΙΚΑ ΠΡΟΒΛΗΜΑΤΑ
ΤΑ ΛΥΝΟΥΝ ΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΒΙΑ
ΣΤΑ ΕΠΙΚΙΝΔΥΝΑ ΤΑ ΑΤΟΜΑ
ΓΙΑ ΤΗΝ ΙΣΟΡΡΟΠΙΑ
Η ΜΟΝΗ ΕΠΙΣΤΗΜΟΝΙΚΗ ΑΠΑΝΤΗΣΗ
ΕΙΝΑΙ ΤΑ ΨΥΧΙΑΤΡΕΙΑ
ΜΑΥΡΑ ΚΕΛΙΑ ΣΤΙΓΜΑΤΙΣΜΕΝΑ
ΜΕ ΔΑΝΤΙΚΕΣ ΦΙΓΟΥΡΕΣ ΞΕΧΑΣΜΕΝΕΣ
ΜΑΤΙΑ ΡΙΓΜΕΝΑ ΣΤΟ ΚΕΝΟ
ΤΟ ΜΙΣΟΣ Ο ΠΟΝΟΣ Η ΕΛΛΕΙΨΗ
ΧΩΡΙΣ ΕΛΠΙΔΑ ΓΙΑ ΖΩΗ
ΕΓΚΛΩΒΙΣΜΕΝΟΙ ΣΤΗΝ ΚΟΛΑΣΗ
ΕΠΙΚΑΛΟΥΝΤΑΙ ΤΟ ΘΑΝΑΤΟ
ΔΕΝ ΥΠΑΡΧΕΙ ΜΕΛΛΟΝ
i will light the match this mornin', so i won't be alone
watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
i will stand arms outstretched, pretend i'm free to roam
i will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
i will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
i'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
i will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
hey i won't change direction, and i won't change my mind
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make..
how much difference...
i'll swallow poison, until i grow immune
i will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
how much difference
how much difference
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
:pink:
on topic:
I'm ahead. I'm a man.
I'm the first mammal to wear pants.
I am at peace with my lust.
I can kill cause in god I trust.
It's evolution baby.
I'm a piece of the man.
I buy stocks on the day of the crash.
On the loose. I'm a truck.
All the rolling hills I'll flatten 'em out.
It's herd behavior. Uh huh.
It's evolution baby.
Admire me, admire my home, admire my son, he's my clone.
This land is mine, this land is free, I'll do what I want, yet irresponsibly.
It's evolution baby.
I'm a thief. I'm a liar.
There's my church I sing in the choir.
Hall-le-lu-jah.
Admire me, admire my home, admire my song, admire my clothes.
Consider, appetite for nightly feasts.
Those ignorant Indians got nothing on me.
Nothing. Why? Because, it's evolution baby.
I am ahead, I am advanced, I am the first mammal to make plans.
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher.
2010 watch it go to fire.
It's evolution baby.
I do the evolution.
The President's Penis is Missing
(NEWS FLASH!!!) (scene: the press corps have descended upon the White House, a spokesperson begins to speak:)
“They looked in the White House and Capitol Hill
They looked everywhere for Buffalo Bill
We called every scholar, reporter, and genius
Has anyone seen the President’s penis?”
“It ain’t in the Congress or Judiciary
It ain’t in the Smithsonian or that big ole library
an astronomer claims it was sighted on Venus
Has anyone seen the President’s penis?”
(now the entire press corp. erupts in song:)
“THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!!
WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW, EVERY NIGHT EVERYDAY
LORD, WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US
HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS?”
(at this point, legendary news man Walter Cronkite returns from the moon to add his commentary:)
“Now Presidents have goofed up in all kinds of ways
in the 80’s we elected one missing his brain
George Washington caught a cold he couldn’t explain
and we all know the truth about Thomas Jefferson’s name”
(suddenly William Randolph Hurst rises from the grave and bellows out in an Orson Welles type voice:)
“Franklin D. Roosevelt wasn’t no square
with that raging Woodrow in his wheelchair
and all the lesbians snickered that Elenor didn’t care
and John Kennedy’s penis was seen everywhere”
(once again everyone breaks out in gleeful song:)
“THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!!
WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW EVERY NIGHT EVERY DAY
LORD WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US
HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS?”
(the scene shifts to Sen. John Glenn, wandering pensively, somewhere in space:)
“Them outer space people would laugh if they’d seen us
all this talk about cum-stains and oral coitus
meanwhile the whole world suffers from hunger and meanness
but we’re more concerned with the President’s penis”
And if the snow buries my...
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying,
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chinmey
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around,
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the cold
You change all the lead sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...
Then, we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that,
The names we used to know
But sometimes,
We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents...
Well, whatever happened to them?!
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing...
Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!
ta spaw.
epic
:worship: ποιοί είναι;Quote:
Originally Posted by the_good_son
Κι έλεγα να παω διακοπές....
looking through the window i seem to recognize all the people passing by. but iam alone and far from home. and nobody knows me.
:oh:
Mentally Blind
You see your vision and no one else's
Your every word filled with sarcasm
Crucify people with invisible knowledge
Verbal destruction with each compulsion
We will see where you go
The future for you is nowhere
Every minute a cliche of your kind
Too much to say from a person with no respect
Your accusations you will regret
From the mentally blind come ideas that are poison
Take away the power, a shallow person you will find.
What would you do without your pathetic narrow-minded approach to life,
that reflects your lack of abilities
Your opinions are self-destructive
Despair is your gain, delight is corruption
Destined to fall prey to your stories,
creating problems for your consumption
We will see where you go
The future for you is nowhere
Every minute a cliche of your kind
Too much to say from a person with no respect
Your accusations you will regret
From the mentally blind come ideas that are poison
Take away the power, a shallow person you will find.
stressQuote:
Originally Posted by Candiru
