Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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άλλοι έχουν τ' όνομα
άλλοι έχουν τη χάρη
κι άλλοι έχουν τ' όνομα μα έχασαν τη χάρη
άλλοι έχουν τ' όνομα
Breakthru - Queen
άλλοι έχουν τη χάρη
Break on through (to the other side) - Doors
κι άλλοι έχουν τ' όνομα μα έχασαν τη χάρη
Breakthrough - Richard Wright & David Gilmour
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Everything Is Everything - Lauryn Hill
Everything Is Everything - Lauryn Hill
I wrote these words for everyone
Who struggles in their youth
Who won't accept deception
Instead of what is truth
It seems we lose the game
Before we even start to play
Who made these rules
We're so confused
Easily led astray
Let me tell ya that
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
Επιτρέπετε, να σας βάλω κι εγώ κάτι:
The Divine Comedy: The Complete Banker
Can anyone lend me ten billion quid?
Why do you look so glum, was it something I did?
So I caused the second great depression, what can I say?
I guess I got a bit carried away.
If I say I'm sorry, will you give me the money?
But you know me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free, the complete banker
In my Armani, before the rancour and disharmony
Well money makes the world go round and round
and down the drain
We went to war on the floor of the exchange
To all of us it was just a big game
But God I loved it: making a profit from somebody's loss
I never knew exactly whose money it was
And I did not care as long as there was
Lots for me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free, the complete banker
In my Armani, before the anger and the inquiries
Well money makes the world go round and round
and down the drain.
We'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyze
We'll crunch the numbers, 'cause the numbers never lie
Well maybe this recession is a blessing in disguise
We can build a much much bigger bubble the next time
And leave the rest to clean our mess up
Well that's just me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, Margaret Thatcher right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free and a complete banker
I'm a conscience free, malignant cancer on society
And one day you'll let your guard down
And I'll come 'round again.
The Divine Comedy: The Complete Banker
Can anyone lend me ten billion quid?
Why do you look so glum, was it something I did?
So I caused the second great depression, what can I say?
I guess I got a bit carried away.
If I say I'm sorry, will you give me the money?
But you know me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free, the complete banker
In my Armani, before the rancour and disharmony
Well money makes the world go round and round
and down the drain
We went to war on the floor of the exchange
To all of us it was just a big game
But God I loved it: making a profit from somebody's loss
I never knew exactly whose money it was
And I did not care as long as there was
Lots for me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, sweet Samantha right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free, the complete banker
In my Armani, before the anger and the inquiries
Well money makes the world go round and round
and down the drain.
We'll learn the lessons, run tests and analyze
We'll crunch the numbers, 'cause the numbers never lie
Well maybe this recession is a blessing in disguise
We can build a much much bigger bubble the next time
And leave the rest to clean our mess up
Well that's just me, the complete banker
In a black Bentley, Margaret Thatcher right here next to me
Oh, how I hanker for the good old days
When I was free and a complete banker
I'm a conscience free, malignant cancer on society
And one day you'll let your guard down
And I'll come 'round again.
Όχι μόνο επιτρέπεται, επιβάλλεται :), ιδίως το συγκεκριμένο στις μέρες μας.
Αλλαγή κλίματος, στιχουργικά τουλάχιστον.
"Principe, principe
quien te robo la corona?"
Little clown prince, you thief of frowns,
saddest face, most open heart of all the clowns
Your graceful wife, your weightless jest
condemns to shadows all the rest
Oh wooden saint, oh wondrous boy, so strange and so sweet,
the marquee lights slip beneath your feet
How high and well you waltz and dip!
Nimble step upon the wire, hand on dandy hip
With crimson sash and pride unfurled
You float above this stinking world
You part our seas, you fill our cup
We laugh and cry until we cry "Enough!"
You feign to fall and women tug their hair
They gasp in fear as you skip across the air
Let them weep, let them burn for you
Where were they when they could have learned from you?
Let them weep, let them burn for you
Where were they?
Little clown prince, you thief of frowns
Same dawn table every night, you knock them down
Friday night spreads out against the sky
Men and women drinking take-home pay
Fluorescent lights, a dab of powder, a splash of grease paint
The trash floats in, the scum floats out
They sweep under the bar what they can't kick out
This land of tears, such a secret place
This land of tears, such a secret place
Only a dollar for the prince of clowns, only a dollar
and he'll steal your frowns, only a dollar for his tinsel crown
Only a dollar for the prince of clowns
"No Llores mi nino
lagrimas, lagrimas en secretos ocultos"
...
When the levee breaks by Memphis Minnie & Kansas Joe McCoy.
John Roach, Ken Jarvis, Smokehouse Barry
Led Zeppelin
Zepparella
Jeff Buckley: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIa1VZ_mncA
Tori Amos
Buckwheat Zydeco
Και από το ντοκιμαντέρ του Σπάικ Λι When the Levees Broke, με θέμα την καταστροφή της Νέας Ορλεάνης και τις ελλείψεις στην αντιπλημμυρική προστασία στις όχθες του Μισισιπή κατά τη διάρκεια του τυφώνα Κατρίνα το 2005.
When the levee breaks by Memphis Minnie & Kansas Joe McCoy.
John Roach, Ken Jarvis, Smokehouse Barry
Led Zeppelin
Zepparella
Jeff Buckley: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIa1VZ_mncA
Tori Amos
Buckwheat Zydeco
Και από το ντοκιμαντέρ του Σπάικ Λι When the Levees Broke, με θέμα την καταστροφή της Νέας Ορλεάνης και τις ελλείψεις στην αντιπλημμυρική προστασία στις όχθες του Μισισιπή κατά τη διάρκεια του τυφώνα Κατρίνα το 2005.
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Πού το βρήκα το τραγούδι, αναρωτήθηκε ο Νικέλ εκεί.
Βολτάροντας, τώρα που ήρθε η άνοιξη, με αφορμή διαβάσματα κι ακούσματα, εικόνες οπτικές και ηχητικές. Όπως αυτό εδώ. Τρινηματική σύνδεση. Στη σελίδα της Ανώνυμης Ρομάντζας στη Γουίκη που πόσταρε ο Νικέλ εδώ, που έκατσα και διάβασα γιατί η Ρομάντζα με παίδεψε μικρό, διαβάζω για τον Vicente Gomez που έπαιζε κιθάρα στο Αίμα και Άμμος του Μαμούλιαν, ριμέικ ομώνυμης ταινίας του 1922 με τον Ροδόλφο Βαλεντίνο (που με τη σειρά της ήταν ριμέικ ταινίας του 1916, σκηνοθετημένης από τον συγγραφέα του μυθιστορήματος πάνω στο οποίο βασίστηκε η ταινία, τον Μπλάσκο Ιμπάνιεθ). Ψάχνω λίγο στο γιουτιούμπ και βρίσκω έναν πολύ καλό κιθαρίστα, τον Daniel Vilas Boas, να αποτίει φόρο τιμής στον Gomez σ' ένα βιντεάκι που ξεκινάει με την εμφάνιση του τελευταίου σ' εκείνη την ταινία του 1941. Όποιος σκαλίζει, βρίσκει, αρκεί να ξεχωρίζει την ήρα από το στάρι.
Βολτάροντας, τώρα που ήρθε η άνοιξη, με αφορμή διαβάσματα κι ακούσματα, εικόνες οπτικές και ηχητικές. Όπως αυτό εδώ. Τρινηματική σύνδεση. Στη σελίδα της Ανώνυμης Ρομάντζας στη Γουίκη που πόσταρε ο Νικέλ εδώ, που έκατσα και διάβασα γιατί η Ρομάντζα με παίδεψε μικρό, διαβάζω για τον Vicente Gomez που έπαιζε κιθάρα στο Αίμα και Άμμος του Μαμούλιαν, ριμέικ ομώνυμης ταινίας του 1922 με τον Ροδόλφο Βαλεντίνο (που με τη σειρά της ήταν ριμέικ ταινίας του 1916, σκηνοθετημένης από τον συγγραφέα του μυθιστορήματος πάνω στο οποίο βασίστηκε η ταινία, τον Μπλάσκο Ιμπάνιεθ). Ψάχνω λίγο στο γιουτιούμπ και βρίσκω έναν πολύ καλό κιθαρίστα, τον Daniel Vilas Boas, να αποτίει φόρο τιμής στον Gomez σ' ένα βιντεάκι που ξεκινάει με την εμφάνιση του τελευταίου σ' εκείνη την ταινία του 1941. Όποιος σκαλίζει, βρίσκει, αρκεί να ξεχωρίζει την ήρα από το στάρι.
Υπάρχει Μαμούλιαν και υπάρχει και... Μαμούνιαν. :)
Για τον Δόχτορα, ξέρει αυτός γιατί.
Dust - Fleetwood Mac featuring Danny Kirwan
Dust - Rupert Brooke
WHEN the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,
And through the lips corruption thrust
Has stilled the labour of my breath—
When we are dust, when we are dust!—
Not dead, not undesirous yet,
Still sentient, still unsatisfied,
We'll ride the air, and shine and flit,
Around the places where we died,
And dance as dust before the sun,
And light of foot, and unconfined,
Hurry from road to road, and run
About the errands of the wind.
And every mote, on earth or air,
Will speed and gleam, down later days,
And like a secret pilgrim fare
By eager and invisible ways,
Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,
Till, beyond thinking, out of view,
One mote of all the dust that's I
Shall meet one atom that was you.
Then in some garden hushed from wind,
Warm in a sunset's afterglow,
The lovers in the flowers will find
A sweet and strange unquiet grow
Upon the peace; and, past desiring,
So high a beauty in the air,
And such a light, and such a quiring,
And such a radiant ecstasy there,
They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,
Or out of earth, or in the height,
Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,
Or two that pass, in light, to light,
Out of the garden higher, higher...
But in that instant they shall learn
The shattering fury of our fire,
And the weak passionless hearts will burn
And faint in that amazing glow,
Until the darkness close above;
And they will know—poor fools, they'll know!—
One moment, what it is to love.
Dust - Fleetwood Mac featuring Danny Kirwan
Dust - Rupert Brooke
WHEN the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,
And through the lips corruption thrust
Has stilled the labour of my breath—
When we are dust, when we are dust!—
Not dead, not undesirous yet,
Still sentient, still unsatisfied,
We'll ride the air, and shine and flit,
Around the places where we died,
And dance as dust before the sun,
And light of foot, and unconfined,
Hurry from road to road, and run
About the errands of the wind.
And every mote, on earth or air,
Will speed and gleam, down later days,
And like a secret pilgrim fare
By eager and invisible ways,
Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,
Till, beyond thinking, out of view,
One mote of all the dust that's I
Shall meet one atom that was you.
Then in some garden hushed from wind,
Warm in a sunset's afterglow,
The lovers in the flowers will find
A sweet and strange unquiet grow
Upon the peace; and, past desiring,
So high a beauty in the air,
And such a light, and such a quiring,
And such a radiant ecstasy there,
They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,
Or out of earth, or in the height,
Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,
Or two that pass, in light, to light,
Out of the garden higher, higher...
But in that instant they shall learn
The shattering fury of our fire,
And the weak passionless hearts will burn
And faint in that amazing glow,
Until the darkness close above;
And they will know—poor fools, they'll know!—
One moment, what it is to love.