Αργυρώνημα (η μουσική του χρήματος)

[daeman]

Ε, δεν το πιστεύω, somnambulist! Δεν το 'χω ανεβάσει, αλλά το είχα στα υπόψη και μπράβο σου! :)

Τούτο δω μπορεί να μην είναι ταμάμ γι' αυτό το νήμα - παρότι έχει σχέση - αλλά το άκουγα τώρα:

Της εθνικής συμφιλίωσης - Παύλος Σιδηρόπουλος

Δώδεκα μέτρα από την πόρτα σας
και σας πέρα βρέχει
με το γνωστό τροπάριο
του λόγος δεν πέφτει
κι ο μήνας εννιά
να 'στε καλά
κι ας πάει να φάει τα μούτρα της
κι ετούτη η γενιά

Βρασίδα, Λούλη και Τέλη
αρκεί να τρώτε απ' το μέλι
της μόδας ρεμπέτ-ασκέρι
αρκεί να τρώτε καλά

Δώδεκα μέτρα από την πόρτα σας
φωτιά στο Χημείο
κι αυτοί που ξεχαστήκανε
στο Πολυτεχνείο
φαντάσματα πια, αντιστασιακά
πλανιώνται στην πλατεία
πρώην Ε.Α.Τ.-Ε.Σ.Α.

Βρασίδα, Λούλη και Τέλη
μπορεί να τρώτε απ' το μέλι
μα που και που να σας μέλλει
αν κάτι πάει στραβά

Δώδεκα μέτρα από την πόρτα σας
κι ο νους ταξιδεύει
μπουχτίσατε απ' αντίσταση
και δε σας περισσεύει

Επληροφορήθην
ότι ομάς αναρχικών
ενεκλείσθη εις το Πολυτεχνείον
με σκοπό τη δημιουργία
ψευδών εντυπώσεων
όσον αφορά την τάξιν
ασφάλειαν και ήπιον κλίμα
των πολιτών.

Χρόνια πολλά, στο σπίτι καλά
και στου κουφού την πόρτα βρόντα ξανά μανά

Βρασίδα, Λούλη και Τέλη
αφού η μαμά σας το θέλει
να φάμε απ' το ίδιο καρβέλι
με τη γενιά του ΕΑΜ
να φάμε απ' το ίδιο καρβέλι
με τη γενιά του ΕΔΕΣ ... κάτι πράγματα.

 

[daeman]

...
Smash the Marketplace - Screaming Blue Messiahs

 

[somnambulist]

Νομίζω ότι το έχω ξανανεβάσει στα γιουτιουμπάκια, αλλά ταιριάζει πιο πολύ εδώ

 

[daeman]

...
The Priests of the Golden Bull - Buffy Sainte-Marie

Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards
And stained with steak?
Who hires a maid to wash his money?
Who keeps politicians on the take?
Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail
Just to shut them down?
Oh the lies vary from place to place but the truth is still the same,
Even in this town

Money junkies all over the world
Trample us on their way to the bank
They run in every race
Windigo

Third-worlders see it first:
The dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rain
The corporate caterpillars come into our backyards
And turn the world to pocket change
Reservations are the nuclear frontline;
Uranium poisoning kills
We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in their gravy spills

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom,
You can hear it on their breath
Windigo

It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar bills
You say Silver burns a hole in your pocket
And Gold burns a hole in your soul
Well, uranium burns a hole in forever
It just gets out of control

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style
He won a crooked vote and smiled a crooked smile
Windigo

Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom,
You can hear it on their breath
Windigo

The Wendigo (also known as Windigo, Weendigo, Windago, Waindigo, Windiga, Witiko, Wihtikow, and numerous other variants) is a mythical creature appearing in the mythology of the Algonquian people. It is a malevolent cannibalistic spirit which can transform into humans, or which could possess humans. Those who indulged in cannibalism were at particular risk, and the legend appears to have reinforced this practice as a taboo.
...
At the same time, Wendigos were embodiments of gluttony, greed, and excess; never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, they were constantly searching for new victims. In some traditions, humans who became overpowered by greed could turn into Wendigos; the Wendigo myth thus served as a method of encouraging cooperation and moderation.​

 

[Zazula]

Τα ριάλια ή ρεάλια ήταν παλιό νόμισμα τής Ισπανίας — «βασιλικό», σαν τη Ρεάλ. Για *βαρκελόνια δεν έχω κάτι.

Και σε διασκευή:

Και για τη συνέχεια, δύο κλασικά:

 

[daeman]

...
Chant of a poor man - Leftfield

Earth, what a sufferation, yeah, sufferer
I would rather live my life as a poor man
Than to live inna corruption
From when me born me grow in sufferation
A poverty don't no, no complextion
Inna the ghetto it's the same situation
Dog a eat dog so you can't trust no-one
Informer them a gather information
Put a next man me seh down inna detention
Vicious, boom sound
This is a chant of a poor man

Me holla rise up, face the enemy
Show dem we solid, an we ready
Rise up face the enemy
Solid as a rock an you know seh we ready
It is the time that you know we have to fight
We have too stand up and deal with them right
This is a chant of a poor man

Form a circle, light the chalice, mek we call the rasta man
Mek we beat the bingi drum, mek we chant down babylon
It's jus natural, you know the herb inna me life me burn ital
Me no want no seed, no stalk, a me no burn no petal
It's jus the buds on the herb, to which me partial
Burn it by the key and by the ounce cor me a general
Lick it inna me pipe, we win any battle, battle, battle, battle
It is the time that you know we have to fight
We have to stand up and deal with them right
A this is a chant of a poor man

Help me out father with your words of wisdom
This is a chant of a poor man
Help me father give me your protection
This is a chant of a poor man
Well me baul an sing
All sufferers, a natural mystical, earth force
Continuation, music will never cease
All sufferers.

 

[SBE]

Έχω την εντύπωση ότι αυτό δεν το έχουμε πουθενά. Όχι αυστηρά για χρήμα, αλλά για οικονομική κρίση.

 

[daeman]

...
Poor Millionaire - Gregory Isaacs

Ain't got a penny in my pocket
But I feel like a millionaire
I feel so fine
Now that my woman is near

Maybe we won't find it easy
But still I take good care
'Cause I never ever give a man
More than he can bear

Ain't got no shoe upon my feet
But still I'm dancing
There ain't no food to eat
But music plays

We'll get along

 

[daeman]

...
Poor and Clean - Gregory Isaacs

So many years I've been slaving in your factory
Never had a chance to talk with the Boss

And for so long I've been living in this community
When no one you might think, yet I've paid the cost
No one you might think, no, I've paid the cost

But I would rather to live poor and clean
Than to live rich in corruption
I said that I, I' ve got to live clean
I said I wanna be clean
Can' t you see what I mean

Wanna be strong all day long
I would rather to live poor and clean
Than rich in corruption
I wanna be clean
Can' t you see what I mean

A rich man's heaven is a poor man's hell

 

[Zazula]

 

[daeman]

...
The Speculation Blues :blink: :bored:

The Speculation Blues was written by Mark T. Hebner on May 28, 2006, and the original paintings featured in this video depict the 12-Step Program for Active Investors to overcome their desire to trade.

Οι στίχοι εδώ.

 

[daeman]

...
Money Talks - J.J. Cale & Christine Lakeland

Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change

They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing

Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly

Money talks
Money talks

 

[oliver_twisted]

Δεν το πιστεύω ότι δεν το είχαμε βάλει τόσο καιρό αυτό το έπος!

"Δως μου δυο κατοστάρικα" Tsopana Rave

 

[daeman]

...
Money Jungle - Duke Ellington, Charlie Mingus and Max Roach

 

[daeman]

Το σκεφτόμουν προχτές
Per un pugno di dollari ή A fistful of dollars, αν προτιμάτε. Πιάνεται;

Per qualche dollaro in piu (For a few dollars more) - Ennio Morricone

Best of Dollars

 

[daeman]

...
For a few dollars more / Faya - Brooklyn Funk Essentials

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Ay, how did you get so cold

It’s like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern

The reason for the treason
Money – Oh I
The war and the crime
Money – don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money – Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money – yeah

So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren too yeah


Fire for the man who build the first fence
And him friend who signed paper as evidence
Spin doctors assuring innocence
We might as well swallow
You think that we should
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

There’s a fire burning – yeah

Fire for the man who build the second fence
Trick poor people with him eloquence
Only care about him own existence
Imparting what God said
Cause he understood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good

Fire for the man who build the third fence
Fatten him belly from violence
Rude power and glory and consequence
Cain destroyed Abel
Because he could
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good – Oh sellout

Fire for the man who build the fourth fence
Sell poison with indifference
Entrepreneur minus conscience
Who sees the free market
In my neighborhood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good – yeah ooh
It’s got to be good – no no way
No no way

Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren
How could you do that

 

[daeman]

...
I Got Cash - Brooklyn Funk Essentials

I got cash in fuck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertable
And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha fuck

Fuck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I'm paid, asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
so why don't you just.... die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And Newsweek
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviliged mutha fuckers
Think it's fashionable to have an alternative view
An alternative view

And fuck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffeine limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, rear view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny
Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker

I got cash, what else matters?
I got cash
Slave

Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash,
Mega cash,
I'm happy with that,
Oh go sit on your ski rug,
Money talks, you little pussy,
You let your politically correct pals know,
That I think you're a dick also,
You dirty asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese restaurant on Monday,
Indian on Tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not too spicy, please

Well, I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.
Money's in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash, mutha fuckah,
And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?
Dumb fuck.

 

[oliver_twisted]

Pay me my Money down

 

[daeman]

...
Δολάριο δολάριο (Ο σερίφης) - Μέμη Σπυράτου & Δάφνη Ζούνη

Στίχοι: Κ.Χ. Μύρης / Μουσική: Γιάννης Μαρκόπουλος / Δίσκος: Διάλειμμα - 1972

Ξεκίνησα απ' τη Σέριφο
δέκα χρονών παιδάκι
και μπήκα σε μαγέρικο
στο μακρινό Κεντάκι

Δολάριο δολάριο
μαθαίνεις το τροπάριο

Η ποτοαπαγόρευση
με βρήκε στη Βοστόνη
κατόπιν στην απόβαση
κατέλαβα τη Βόννη*

Δολάριο δολάριο
δεν άλλαξα τροπάριο

Σαν τέλειωσε ο πόλεμος
με κάνανε σερίφη
κι οι συγγενείς στη Σέριφο
μου στείλανε και νύφη

Δολάριο δολάριο
με το παλιό τροπάριο

Μου δώσανε και σύνταξη
την ώρα που σας γράφω
να μου εξασφαλίσετε
στη Σέριφο και τάφο

Δολάριο δολάριο
να πείτε και τροπάριο
να πείτε και τροπάριο
δολάριο δολάριο


*τη γερμανική Βόννη· η Βόνη είναι στην Πεδιάδα, κοντά στο Θραψανό.

 

[daeman]

...
Η Κρίσις - Κώστας Ρούκουνας

Οι φόροι και τα κόμματα φέραν αυτή την κρίση
που κάνανε τον άνθρωπο να μη μπορεί να ζήσει

Κι όλο τη φτώχεια πολεμά για να την αδικήσει
να βγάλει το ψωμάκι του το σπίτι του να ζήσει

Αλλά κι αυτό αδύνατο για να το κονομήσει
και κάθε μέρα βλαστημά την έρημη την κρίση

Όλος ο κόσμος τα 'χασε κι όλοι παραμιλούνε
και κάθε μέρα βλαστημούν την κρίση που περνούνε

Άιντε να ζήσεις φτώχεια και να πεθάνεις παλιοκρίση