Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)

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Snow in San Anselmo - Van Morrison


The silence round the cascades
The ice crisp and clear
The beginning of the opera
Seem to suddenly appear

The pancake house is always crowded
Open twenty four hours of every day
And if you suffer from insomnia
You can speed your time away

Snow in San Anselmo
My waitress, my waitress, my waitress
Said it was coming down
Said it hadn't happened in over thirty years
But it was laying on the ground
 
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Turn the page - Bob Seger


Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Mayssa Karaa


Mayssa Karaa - vocals / Victor Ghannam - oud / Don Was - bass / Luis Resto - keyboards / Terry "Thunder" Hughley - drums /
Brian "Roscoe" White - guitar / David McMurray - saxophone / Arabic Lyric Adaption by Dawn Elder & Hanin Omar
 
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You don't miss your water (till your well runs dry) - William Bell



My love will never die - Magic Sam



Loving - Ben Nichols

 
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Fresh Fruit - Procol Harum


In praise of fruit I wrote this song
Because of fruit my heart is strong
Who could estimate its worth?
Fruit's the finest food on earth

Fresh fruit, juice and seeds
Please, don't touch, please, don't squeeze
Fresh fruit, juice and pulp
Like to gulp the whole lot up

Fresh fruit, good and sweet
Makes you want to give up meat
Fresh fruit, ripe and firm
Makes them squealing taste-buds squirm
 
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You look like rain - Morphine


I can tell you taste like the sky 'cause you look like rain
 
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16 tons - The Redskins


Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
No high-tongued woman's gonna cramp my style
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
 
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Next to Nothing - Nicky Skopelitis


1. Bad Blood / 2. Black Eyes / 3. Shotgun News / 4. Altai / 5. Ta Magika (Τα μάγκικα) (16:51) / 6. Second Skin / 7. Omens

Ginger Baker – drums / Aïyb Dieng – percussion / Fred Frith – violin / Bill Laswell – bass guitar, production
Simon Shaheen – Oud, violin / Nicky Skopelitis – guitar, production
 
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Τα λόγια και η πράξη - Λουκιανός Κηλαηδόνης


Στα λόγια τι πεζός
τι πεζός, τι καβαλάρης;
Μα όμοιος είναι ο κίνδυνος
σαν έρθει ο μακελάρης


Κούφια η ώρα


Aν ποτέ πεθάνω, αν λέμε, αν
κάψτε ένα πιάνο κι ένα μπουφάν

Καίτε ένα αμάξι κάθε δειλινό
θέλω και τάξη, θέλω και χαμό

Δε θέλω φιέστες, ούτε φωνές
τρεις μαζορέτες μ' άσπρες στολές
ξανθούλες

Και κάποια μπάντα στο πουθενά
να παίζει «τα θερινά σινεμά»

Θέλω ένα πάρτι μες στο γκαζόν
κάποια Τετάρτη, ίσως, μ' άπειρα γκαρσόν

Θα 'χει ποτά για όλους
πιείτε ένα τζιν, δυο βότκες
και δε θέλω μαύρα, μόρτες
θέλω μπλου-τζιν


Είμαι ένας φτωχός και μόνος καουμπόι


Κι άμα μου τη δίνει κάτι τέτοια δειλινά
παίρνω τ' άλογό μου και πάμε στα βουνά
Πάμε, Ντόλι!


Καλοστρατιά.
 
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You can never hold back spring - Tom Waits


You can never hold back spring
You can be sure I will never stop believing
The blushing rose, it will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream, every time

The world is dreaming, dreaming of spring
Remember everything that spring can bring
 
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