Κιεγαμώ τους Stixoi.

επώνυμο.

I'll play Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take your places
Should my manna seem displeasing,
offend your airs and graces,
I've a list long as your arm,
(The connoisseur's selection)
such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms,
awaiting your inspections

The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
I've watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Here's one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and lasses
Those blighted crops you gladly sow
shall one day fill your glasses
Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
then bottled up much longer
Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled,
when time has made it stronger

Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

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Dreadful Thunder
The storms moving in
And Judgment day is calling
MY SOUL HAS BEEN HEALED
BY THE POWER OF STEEL
And the sound of glory

I will send into the ground
All that are found
By the sign of the hammer falling
Yes Heathens will fall
I will strike down them all
Then you will know my calling

BRAVERY CALLS MY NAME
IN THE SOUND OF THE WIND IN THE NIGHT
MY SWORD WILL DRINK BLOOD
AND I WILL FIGHT
YES I WILL FIGHT
IN THE DAAAAAAWN OF BAAAAATTLEEEEE
DAWN OF BAAAAAAAATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I will rise up from the chaos
I will rise up from the grave
A brother to the darkness
A master to the slaves

I am the soul descendent
Of the fire and the rage
I was wrought upon the earth
Born to rule and battle wage

By the total domination
Of the world in my command
By the Air and the water
By the Fire and the land

I give no explanation
I was branded by the will
Bringer of Death and Destruction
To all that I now kill

BRAVERY CALLS MY NAME
IN THE SOUND OF THE WIND IN THE NIGHT
MY SWORD WILL DRINK BLOOD
AND I WILL FIGHT
YES I WILL FIGHT
IN THE DAAAAAAWN OF BAAAAATTLEEEEE
DAWN OF BAAAAAAAATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


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I long to be free
So I wait for a sign
I wait for a star
To fall from the sky
From the dust of sleep
A promise to keep
Then all who see shall believe
Deliver into my hand
The sword of the land
Let my journey begin
So all shall understand
That if I fall
I will live again



I will rise up from the chaos
I will rise up from the grave
A brother to the darkness
A master to the slaves

I give no explanation
I was branded by the will
To bring of Death and Destruction
To all that I now kill


BRAVERY CALLS MY NAME
IN THE SOUND OF THE WIND IN THE NIGHT
MY SWORD WILL DRINK BLOOD
AND I WILL FIGHT
YES I WILL FIGHT
IN THE DAAAAAAWN OF BAAAAATTLEEEEE
DAWN OF BAAAAAAAATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFVs7bDbZxY

After the dance, after the innocent fall from
The terror that lies in the hands of the damned
Under the trance, only the voices that cry in the dark
Inherit the poisonous stand

Unto corrupt, unto remain, unto escape its
Imprisoned obsession with pain
Into the heart, into the brain, into the
Mortal conspiracy taking the claim

Guilty the widow, frantic the bride
Witch of seduction, virgin of lies
Master illusionist, filled with surprise
Killer the widow, hostage the bride
Freak of destruction, thief of the night
Lady of anguish and thorn in my side
Leech of the angles, whore of demise
Ghost of creation, living to die
The curse of temptation and misery cries
The threat of extinction inherits the
Tears from my eyes

Under the night, under the sickness that
Crawls in the shadows infecting the victim within
Over the lies, over the souls of the children who cry
For the widow is striking again

On to the ground, on to the call, on to the audience
Taking its prey one and all
Into the blood, into the veins, into the face
Of humanity's reign as it falls

Ready the widow, panic the bride
Murder the madman, nowhere to hide
A badge of assassins are waiting inside
Thirsty the widow, bloody the bride
Death of creation, birth of a crime
A bitter seduction is burning in time
Child of a stranger, child of the night
Son of temptation, daughter of light
The closer you get to the answer insight
The sooner you learn that we're dead
Or we're losing the fight

Βρε Μανόλη Τραμπαρίφα
Βάλε την διπλή ταρίφα
Φουλαριστός τράβα ντουγρού
Στην λεωφόρο του Συγγρού

Απόψε το κορίτσι θέλει θάλασσα
Κι εγώ ποτέ χατίρι δεν του χάλασα
Κι εγώ ποτέ χατίρι δεν του χάλασα
Απόψε το κορίτσι θέλει θάλασσα

Όλη μέρα εργασία
Κούραση κι ορθοστασία
Κι από τη ζέστη ρε παιδιά
Να σου 'ρχεται λιγοθυμιά

Απόψε που την έβγαλα τη μπέμπελη
Γουστάρω νύχτα δροσερή και ρέμπελη
Γουστάρω νύχτα δροσερή και ρέμπελη
Απόψε που την έβγαλα τη μπέμπελη

Στα θαλασσινά μπαράκια
Μπύρες και καλαμαράκια

Κιθάρες, ντέφια και βιολιά
Και ξάπλες στην ακρογιαλιά

Απόψε που υπάρχουνε τα τάλιρα
Ρε μάγκες, θα οργώσουμε τα Φάληρα
Ρε μάγκες, θα οργώσουμε τα Φάληρα
Απόψε που υπάρχουνε τα τάλιρα

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 says, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?"

But 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.

And 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 all 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.

But something is happening here
And 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".

And you know something is happening
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
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.

Does something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΣΥΥΥ ΑΓΑΠΗΜΕΝΗ ΠΑΝΑΓΙΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑ
ΠΟΥ ΣΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΣΕ ΚΟΙΤΟΥΣΑ ΣΑΝ ΘΕΑ

εισαι εσυυυ ολη η ζωη μου και το φωωωωωωως
σαγαπωωω μα τι να κανω ο φτωχοοοοος

Οπως ανθιζουν τα λουλουδια
Ανθισες και εσυ
Για σενα γραφω εγω τραγουδια
Αγαπη μου χρυση

Οταν σε ειδα μ'εναν αλλον αγκαλια
Μου κοψες με 2 μαχαιρια τη καρδια
Κιοπως εδινες σεκεινον τα φιλια
Ξαναγυρισαν στο νου μου τα παλια

Οπως ανθιζουν τα λουλουδια
Ανθισες και εσυ
Για σενα γραφω εγω τραγουδια
Αγαπη μου χρυση

ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΣΥΥΥΥ ΑΓΑΠΗΜΕΝΗ ΠΑΝΑΓΙΑΑΑΑΑΑ
ΠΟΥ ΣΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑΑΑΑ ΣΕ ΚΟΙΤΟΥΣΑ ΣΑΝ ΘΕΑΑΑΑΑ
ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΣΥΥΥΥ ΟΛΗ Η ΖΩΗ ΜΟΥ ΚΑΙ ΤΟ ΦΩΩΩΩΣ
ΣΑΓΑΠΩΩΩ ΜΑ ΤΙ ΝΑ ΚΑΝΩ Ο ΦΤΩΧΟΟΟΟΟΟΟΣ


******ΣΟΛΟ ΚΛΑΡΙΝΟ*******

Οπως ανθιζουν τα λουλουδια
Ανθισες και εσυ
Για σενα γραφω εγω τραγουδια
Αγαπη μου χρυση

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkNO8LtllzI

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Vegas… ναι… ναι

Κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει
κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει.

Θέλω απλά να κάνω αυτό που γουστάρω
από σένα δε με νοιάζει το μπράβο αν θα πάρω,
σε μένα πιστεύω, παλεύω, ναι
το έχω το πείσμα γι’ αυτό και αντέχω.
Πες μου ποιο είναι το πρόβλημά σου
με μένα το κόλλημά σου,
ζω τη ζωή μου, ναι, τη δική σου ζήσε
αφού δε σου αρέσω, τότε μην ασχολείσαι, βλάκα!

Αυτό που κάνω εγώ χρόνια προσπαθείς
να να να να να μη μ’ ακολουθείς,
αυτό που κάνω εγώ θες να μιμηθείς
να να να να να μην το προσπαθείς.
Συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει
κάνω ό,τι θέλω και εσένα σε πονάει.

Έχεις μείνει πίσω και τώρα κράζεις
στο ζουμί σου και πάλι βράζεις
το παιχνίδι το ‘χεις χάσει
τίποτα δε θα αλλάξει.
Αν δε δώσεις βάση, είσαι αυτός που είσαι
είμαι αυτός που είμαι, δουλειά μου είναι οι ρίμες
κι εσένα να φτιάχνεις φήμες
αφού δεν έχεις μπολς (balls), τότε στον πάτο μείνε.

Αυτό που κάνω εγώ χρόνια προσπαθείς
να να να να να μη μ’ ακολουθείς,
αυτό που κάνω εγώ θες να μιμηθείς
να να να να να μην το προσπαθείς.
Συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει
κάνω ό,τι θέλω και εσένα σε πονάει.

Κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει
κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει
κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει
κάνεις ό,τι θέλεις και κάποιους τους πονάει.

Αυτό που κάνω εγώ χρόνια προσπαθείς
να να να να να μη μ’ ακολουθείς,
αυτό που κάνω εγώ θες να μιμηθείς
να να να να να μην το προσπαθείς.
Συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει,
συγγνώμη αν σε πονάει
κάνω ό,τι θέλω και εσένα σε πονάει.

Sometimes
we are so much in love
that we go on a picnic
and don't even take any beer.

Θα μπορούσε να μπεί και στην τελειότητα σε νότες, και σε θρεντ για τα καλύτερα love songs και γενικά τα πάντα όλα.

The Magnetic Fields
I Don't Wanna Get Over You

I don't wanna get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill
And sleep at will, and not have to go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right
And just smile all night at somebody new

Somebody not too bright
But sweet and kind
Who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I'd do, if I wanted to
But I don't wanna get over you

Cause I don't wanna get over love
I could listen to my therapist
Pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of
I could listen to all my friends
And go out again, and pretend it's enough

Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was 17, that would be a scream
But I don't wanna get over you


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

I just want to sing
fill my soul with this music
sing about nothing
and this would be my favorite song

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be,
reaching out to me, lets me see.
As below so above and beyond I imagine,
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing,
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be,
reaching out to me, lets me see.
There is so much more and it beckons me to look though to these,
infinite possibilities.
As below so above and beyond I imagine,
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing,
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.


Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to...
I embrace my desire to...
feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,
to feel inspired,
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground,
I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me,
whatever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind,
we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS7CZIJVxFY

Τα χε πει ο Άκης για τη λύση στην κρίση...
χρόνια πριν!

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Στίχοι: Άκης Πάνου
Μουσική: Άκης Πάνου
Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Γιώργος Νταλάρας

ΦΕΡΕ

Τελειώσανε τα πάντα δεν υπάρχει ούτε δραχμή
φέρ' του έφορου την τσάντα να χορτάσουμε ψωμί

Μη μιλάς μες τη μιζέρια περί ήθους και τιμής
φέρε του ληστή τα χέρια να ρεφάρουμε κι εμείς

Μας τυφλώσαν τα κεσάτια αμολήσου συνεπώς
φέρε του σοφού τα μάτια μπας και δούμε λίγο φως

Λάχανα δεν έχει ο κήπος και πεινάει το παιδί
φέρε του χοντρού το λίπος να το κάνουμε λαρδί

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