Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

Γαμάει το Les peuples migrateurs (δεν θυμαμαι αν ειναι πληθυντικος) και σαν ταινία και κυρίως σαν μουσική. Και φυσικά δείτε και το Marche de l' empereur των ιδιων.

Το Le Peuple Migrateur έχει πάρει και βραβείο Όσκαρ απ'ότι βλέπω.Το άλλο που λες Kveld με τι έχει να κάνει?Αν είναι με πιγκουίνους (=p) το έχω δει και είναι θεϊκό.

Ναι, αυτό με τους πιγκουίνους είναι.

δε πρεπει να χει βγει σε dvd ακομα ε?

γράφετε και ποιων είναι όμως ε.

Του Le peuple migrateur έχει και Wyatt μέσα (πινκ)

http://www.amazon.com/March-Penguins-Al ... 00?ie=UTF8
http://www.amazon.com/Winged-Migration- ... 00?ie=UTF8

Παμε πισω στο γυμνασιο και λεμε:
Έτσι χωρίς εισαγωγή, αρχίζω με την μία,
έχει ήδη ανεβεί στα ύψη η θερμοκρασία
Κόβω την α νά σα-
προκαλω κα ψα-
στα συγκροτηματά κια -
που πουλάνε κλάψα.
Τα φέρνω σ’ επαφή με την πραγματικότητα,
έχω αποκτήσει αυτή την ιδιότητα
κι όλα τα πρότυπα που προσπαθούσες
να μου επιβάλεις ύπουλα, φτύνω κατάμουρα.
Χτυπάω σ' όλα τα επίπεδα.
Δεν βγάζω την ενέργειά μου μες τα γήπεδα
κινούμαι πάντα ατνίθετα σε σχέση με τις μάζες
έχω βγάλει απο τα μάτια μου τις γάζες,
εδώ και χρόνια. Αρνούμαι να κινούμαι με τα πιόνια.
Δεν περιμένω να καλύψω τις ανάγκες μου συλλέγοντας κουπόνια,
την ψάχνω με νέες μεθόδους,με νέους τρόπους.
Μου λες οτι δεν μοιάζω με όλους τους άλλους τους ανθρώπους
δυστυχώς, επειδή δεν είμαι λογικός.
Μα εγώ πιστεύω οτι απλώς, δεν μπαίνεις μες την λογική μου
την ψυχοσυνθςσή μου, τρελένεσαι με τον τρόπο ζωής μου
με βλέπεις και κάνεις λες και είδες εξωγήινο
το στυλ μου για τα μούτρα σου είναι άκρως ανθυγειινό!

Δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
οχι δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνιθήσει,
δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
έχω ένα πρόβλημα για κάθε σου λύση.

Το ονομά μου γραμμένο σε μαυρες λίστες,
επικυρηγμένος απο τις αρχές κι απο φασίστες.
Διαγράφω τις παλιές, σαπιές ιδέες φερνω νέες
αηδιασμένος απ' όλες τις νεολαίες κομμάτων
δεν θέλω ν' ανοίκω σε μια γενιά πτωμάτων
γι' αυτό και αντιδρώ καθέ λεπτό με όποιον τροπο μπορώ
και προσπαθώ όσο μπορώ να δουλεύω για τη πάρτη μου,
κανένα μαλάκα δεν θέλω να έχω πάνω απο το κεφάλι μου.
Όχι δεν έχω σκοπό τον κόσμο να αλλάξω,
αυτό όμως δεν σημαίνει οτι θα κάτσω και θ' αρράξω
με τα χέρια σταυρωμένα. Καταστρέφω ένα-ένα
όλα τα σχέδια τα προκατασκευασμένα,
που γίνανε για το καλό μου
χωρίς όμως να ρωτηθώ απο κανένα.
Κι αν ακόμα δεν έχεις μάθει αρκετά για μένα, είμαι:
fifty-fifty rap και graffiti, mc και bomber μέσα στην ομίχλη
βρίσκοντας την άκρη δίχως τη βοήθεια κανενός,
Είναι "ένας εναντίον όλων κι όλοι εναντίον ενός".
Μα τόσα χρόνια δεν καταφέρανε ν' αλλάξουν τα μυαλά μου
Δεξιοί κι αριστεροί, τώρα χαθείτε απο μπροστά μου.


Είν' η στιγμή να συνεχιστει η καταστροφή στην 3η στροφή,
κοιτάς τον ουρανό μα βγαίνω απο την γη με οργή,
διατηρώντας την γνωστή αντικανονική πορεία
ρίχνω ακόμα μια ήχων μελωδία, στο προσωπό σου
παγώνω το σαδιστικό χαμογελό σου
τωρα πια τα ονειρά σου για το μέλλον δεν συμμερίζομαι
επειδή πάντα καποια βρώμα μέσα τους μυρίζομαι.
Ελίσομαι και μεταλλάσομαι, γιαυτο κι ακόμα ακούγομαι
τον εαυτό μου σέβομαι, με τον στρατό δεν ψήνομαι,
έξω απο club με face control ποτέ δεν στήνομαι
και πάντα ευθύνομαι για την αγανάκτηση των πολιτών
είμαι της σχολής κακών τεχνών και πάω γυρεύοντας
συνεχίζω να δημιουργώ, καταστρέφοντας
Και στο '97 ρίχνω λάδι στην φωτιά
και όλ' αυτά που λέω πάρτα προσωπικά.

Γιατι
Δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
οχι δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
έχω ένα πρόβλημα για κάθε σου λύση.

Δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
οχι δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
δεν είμαι, ο Έλληνας που έχεις συνηθισει,
έχω ένα πρόβλημα για κάθε σου λύση.

τωρα ομως, εσσεται ημαρ και αγιος ο απολλωνας.

Απονη ζωη, τους πεταξες στου δρομου την ακρη.

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say
It smells like rain today

God took the stars and he tossed them
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me
Remember when you loved me

Green grass από τον κύριο Waits. Ακούστε επίσης την διασκευή από την Cibelle

Wake up now little sleepyhead
from your nightmarish day with the dead trip
you'd be better off not to know
of the wild seeds you let go
from your thorny fingertips
try to clean bloodstained hands
that ran away and left the scene
of a crime last night
always thought you stood on the other side
never thought the roof would cave in
where you were hiding
there's a wave of fear that creeps right in
a vacant stare that can't say where it's been
or what's been laced,
the trail leads all over the place
there's an angel at your side
who rescued you in a nick of time
explains how you almost fell
and vanished into a fatal spell
she looks into your eyes and sees
there's something still missing
she notices a chunk bleeding from your chest
tries to stop the bloodflow with her best compress
but the wreckage is in a mess
there's an emotional tax, figured in after the facts
and stories unfold
the world grows dark and bones get cold
you look into your heart and you know
there's something still missing

Κι ένα γιά τον Κινγκντομ:

HAWKWIND - SEVEN BY SEVEN

Lost am I in this world
Of timelessness and woe
Can I find the doorways
Through which I must go
Is the key to this plane
Too much for me to try to gain
Is the passport to this
World my astral soul

7 signs rode on 7 stars
7 ways to find the long lost bards
7 days became 7 years
While Pocus laughed and called foul jeers
7 times he cursed the 7 tears
Each one became their 7 fears
What is lost is never gained again
I've cast the spell that eternity chains
No more to cry O' mortal soul
The astral path is now your fortuitous role

Lost am I in this world
Of timelessness and woe
Can I find the doorways
Through which I must go
Is the key to this plane
Too much for me to try to gain
Is the passport to this
World my astral soul

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?



(ballad of a thin man, bob dylan)

Long Lost Grave

Twenty years in Missouri, when I left the trees were green
Answered the call of fury, to fight for our beliefs
My uniform is splendid, my rifle clean
Mother I'll write you letters, tell you what I see.
The cannon balls come screamin' ears filled with cries and moans
Sometimes I think I'm dreamin', blood on the snow
Now my belly's burnin', their lead has found its mark
So cold my legs are turnin', the world is goin' dark
I don't claim to understand the force that drives this man
Just my faith in what I'm told, bravery is gold
Mother it seems a shame to die so far away
Will someone send me home
I don't claim to comprehend the feud between these men
All I know is what I see, thye don't care for me
All the glory's lies, left me here to die
Alone and cryin' I bleed.


One Gun

The saints of deliveries
The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope.
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
The sins of deliverance.
"So let the wicked perish in the presence of God."
(For your sacrifice)
The sins of the father atoned by the son
Confessions of commitments broken
A nail driven for every one (of them).
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
You are the cause, I am the effect
Created in hatred, a nose for your neck.
The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks through the rope.
They'll hallow your name.
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
They'll hallow your name

just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

there there

why so green and lonely?
and lonely
and lonely

heaven sent you to me
to me
to me

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen



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