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Πρέπει να το ακούσεις και από το ακουστικό live.
As I drift away... far away from you,
I feel all alone in a crowded room,
Thinking to myself
"There's no escape from this
fear
regret
loneliness..."
Visions of love and hate
A collage behind my eyes
Remnants of dying laughter
Echoes of silent cries
I wish I didn't know now that
I never knew then...
Flashback
Memories punish me again.
Sometimes I remember all the pain
that I have seen.
Sometimes I wonder what might
have been...
Visions of love and hate
A collage behind my eyes
Remnants of dying laughter
Echoes of silent cries
And sometimes I despair
At who I've become
I have to come to terms
With what I've done
The bittersweet taste of fate
We can't outrun the past
Destined to find an answer
A strength I never lost
I know there is a way,
My future is not set,
For the tide has turned
But still I never learned to live
without regret.
Lethargica :touched: :touched: :touched: :pink:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Bill's Laundromat bar and grill
Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport,
I was headed down to Houston town.
Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack,
For escortin' my country sound.
I by-passed Jackson, by-passed Memphis,
By the time I got to Arkansas,
I'd a-sold my car and that black guitar,
For anything cool and tall.
So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine.
Shut the engine down, took a look around,
And then I stepped inside.
I asked that bouncer where I was.
He said: "Son, your at Bill's,
"Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin,
"Razor back stickin, barbecue chicken,
"Laundromat bar and grill."
Well, I found old Bill sittin at the bar,
With a pistol and a change machine.
He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr,
When I asked him if I could sing.
He said: "Son, go ahead if you brought your guitar."
Then he pointed to the back stage door.
He said: "We don't like original material,
"Unless it's been done before."
Well, I hit the stage like a big mule train,
Told the house band to play in C.
I sang the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain,
And the one about the pearly street.
That lead guitar was like a chain saw,
That fiddle like a power drill, at Bill's,
Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin,
Razor back stickin, barbecue chicken,
Laundromat bar and grill.
Instrumental break.
Well, in the ten short minutes I was up on stage,
Watched a packer punch a cowboy's face.
An' with a perfect view, I was witness to,
The des truction of the whole dang place.
It was long necked stems and white fringe hems,
Flyin' out of that dark saloon.
And that mechanical bull was reduced and pulled,
To the safest place in the room.
Then that punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife,
That his shirt was soaked in beer.
She said: "Calm down honey, have another lite,
"'Cause we can wash the shirt right here.
Then the whole place stopped to thank me,
For bookin my show at Bill's,
Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin,
Razor back stickin, barbecue chicken,
Laundromat bar and grill.
At Bill's,
Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin,
Razor back stickin, barbecue chicken,
Laundromat bar and grill.
[i][size=7]Your hand in my hand and my hand in your hand
Your hand in my hand closeness of the past
My hand in your hand and your hand in my hand
Jerking back and nothing will last
I have to go before it is too late
Have to wipe out the traces and memories will fade
And tears will stop flowing and tears will stop flowing
And memories will fade and memories will fade
Over and done over and done
Over and done over and done
Dead and frozen my heart Over and done
My life falling apart Over and done
Dead an frozen my heart Over and done
My life falling apart Over and done
Over and done Over and done
Your voice in my voice and my voice in your voice
Your voice in my voice sweet echoes of the past
Your voice from the callbox your voice at the door
Don
Και να αδελφέ μου που μάθαμε να κουβεντιάζουμε ήσυχα κι απλά.
Καταλαβαινόμαστε τώρα, δεν χρειάζονται περισσότερα.
Κι αύριο λέω θα γίνουμε ακόμα πιο απλοί.
Θα βρούμε αυτά τα λόγια που παίρνουνε το ίδιο βάρος
σ'όλες τις καρδιές, σ'όλα τα χείλη.
'Ετσι να λέμε πια τα σύκα-σύκα και τη σκάφη-σκάφη.
Κι έτσι που να χαμογελάνε οι άλλοι και να λένε,
"Τέτοια ποιήματα, σου φτιάχνουμε εκατό την ώρα."
Αυτό θέλουμε κι εμείς.
Γιατί εμείς δεν τραγουδάμε για να ξεχωρίσουμε αδελφέ μου απ' τον κόσμο.
Εμείς τραγουδάμε για να σμίξουμε τον κόσμο.
Ξυλούρης δεν είναι αυτό; Αν είναι, στείλτο μου στο klaount@gmail.com plz.Quote:
Originally Posted by UmbilicalResidue
:worship:
Βασικα Ριτσος ειναι. Ερμηνευει ο Ξυλουρης. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by cloud
I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sleeping Sun - Nightwish
Olia ελπίζω να σταθείς αντάξια του ονόματός σου.
αχαχαχ
ον τοπικ.
The sixties died
and nobody cried
no colours my ass
when sixties have passed
black is the colour of my true ages' hair
no flower children when happiness spared
no more of the 'Nam piece and smoking the bush
the funeral cocktail half bottle Beatlejuice.
Χαχαχα ίσα ρε μέταλλα :hippy:
παρακαλούνται οι χρήστες που έχουν το όνομά μου για νικνέημ να μπανάρονται πάραυτα.
Αυτό. Απο το καπνισμένο τσουκάλι. Σου στέλνω το κομμάτι, εσύ το πέρνεις και ο αγαπητός μώντ σβήνει ό,τι γράψαμε μετά, κλειδώνει το 8ραίντ και το κάνει στοίκει.Quote:
Originally Posted by 0Lia
