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Insufficient Funds - Country Joe & The Fish
Every time that I get paid for playing my music ‘round
I start thinking that I’ve got it made and I go out on the town
Well, I drink and smoke, tell a thousand jokes, pick up my guitar, play a few runs
Then the check comes back in a couple of days marked “Insufficient funds”
Insufficient funds, insufficient funds
Like a rubber ball it keeps bouncin’ back marked “Insufficient funds”
I had a little gig at the Cosmic Carrot playin’ the electric bass
Got my check at the end of the night, a big smile came over my face
My credit was good so I borrowed some bucks, stood everyone a couple of rounds
But that check was rubber and it bounced right back marked “Insufficient funds”
Lack of money is the root of all evil, you know deep in your heart
People can’t live by bread alone, but that’s a good place to start
Pick it, prisoner of starvation
Pick it, wretched of the Earth
I went down to the bank today to draw out all of my money
I thought I’d get my fifty bucks – two fives, three tens and a twenty
People were standing in a long, long line and everybody looks stunned
‘Cause the sign on the door said “The bank is closed due to insufficient funds”
Now some folks blame all of this trouble on some deity
But there’s still people with lots of bread and then folks like you and me
But they’re driving big steaks and eating big cars, making money by the tonnes
So how come when I bust my ass, I get “Insufficient funds”? (How come?)
Insufficient funds, insufficient funds
Like a rubber ball it keeps bouncin’ back marked “Insufficient funds”
Now what’s gonna happen that times are tough, I feel kinda hungry and sick
Only one thing’s gonna fill us up, we’ll have to start eatin’ the rich
Every time that I get paid for playing my music ‘round
I start thinking that I’ve got it made and I go out on the town
Well, I drink and smoke, tell a thousand jokes, pick up my guitar, play a few runs
Then the check comes back in a couple of days marked “Insufficient funds”
Insufficient funds, insufficient funds
Like a rubber ball it keeps bouncin’ back marked “Insufficient funds”
I had a little gig at the Cosmic Carrot playin’ the electric bass
Got my check at the end of the night, a big smile came over my face
My credit was good so I borrowed some bucks, stood everyone a couple of rounds
But that check was rubber and it bounced right back marked “Insufficient funds”
Lack of money is the root of all evil, you know deep in your heart
People can’t live by bread alone, but that’s a good place to start
Pick it, prisoner of starvation
Pick it, wretched of the Earth
I went down to the bank today to draw out all of my money
I thought I’d get my fifty bucks – two fives, three tens and a twenty
People were standing in a long, long line and everybody looks stunned
‘Cause the sign on the door said “The bank is closed due to insufficient funds”
Now some folks blame all of this trouble on some deity
But there’s still people with lots of bread and then folks like you and me
But they’re driving big steaks and eating big cars, making money by the tonnes
So how come when I bust my ass, I get “Insufficient funds”? (How come?)
Insufficient funds, insufficient funds
Like a rubber ball it keeps bouncin’ back marked “Insufficient funds”
Now what’s gonna happen that times are tough, I feel kinda hungry and sick
Only one thing’s gonna fill us up, we’ll have to start eatin’ the rich
Σιγά σιγά έβρεχεν ο Θιός και σιγανά χιονίζει
κι έχει το κρύγιος στα βουνά, το χιόνι στσι μαδάρες
κι απού 'χει σπίθια ροδωτά και σπίθια ροδωμένα
κι έχει και στάρι και κρασί
σιγανά κι όμορφα που εχιόνιζε
κι έχει και στάρι και κρασί και λάδι στα πιθάρια
και στα βαρέλια του κρασί και ξύλα στην αυλήν του
κι έχει και κόρην όμορφη και στη φωθιά καθίζει
Κι ά δε βαριέται ο Θεός, ας βρέχει κι ας χιονίζει
κι έχει το κρύγιος στα βουνά, το χιόνι στσι μαδάρες
κι απού 'χει σπίθια ροδωτά και σπίθια ροδωμένα
κι έχει και στάρι και κρασί
σιγανά κι όμορφα που εχιόνιζε
κι έχει και στάρι και κρασί και λάδι στα πιθάρια
και στα βαρέλια του κρασί και ξύλα στην αυλήν του
κι έχει και κόρην όμορφη και στη φωθιά καθίζει
Κι ά δε βαριέται ο Θεός, ας βρέχει κι ας χιονίζει
RIP Gary Brooker
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
The Dead Man's Dream - Procol Harum
As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed
And a bundle of newspaper under my head
I dreamed a dream as strange as could be
Concerning myself and somebody like me
We were in some city, the stranger and me
The houses were open and the streets empty
The windows were bare and the pavements dirty
I asked where I was, my companion ignored me
We entered a graveyard
Searched for a tombstone
The graves were disturbed
And the coffins wide open
The corpses were rotten
Yet, each one was living
Their eyes were alive
With maggots crawling
I cried out in fear
But my voice had left me
My legs were deformed
Yet, I moved quite freely
My head was on fire
Yet, my hands were icy
Everywhere light
Yet, darkness engulfed me
I managed to scream and woke from my slumber
I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered
Where had I been?
What could it mean?
It was dark in the death room
As I slithered under
As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed
And a bundle of newspaper under my head
I dreamed a dream as strange as could be
Concerning myself and somebody like me
We were in some city, the stranger and me
The houses were open and the streets empty
The windows were bare and the pavements dirty
I asked where I was, my companion ignored me
We entered a graveyard
Searched for a tombstone
The graves were disturbed
And the coffins wide open
The corpses were rotten
Yet, each one was living
Their eyes were alive
With maggots crawling
I cried out in fear
But my voice had left me
My legs were deformed
Yet, I moved quite freely
My head was on fire
Yet, my hands were icy
Everywhere light
Yet, darkness engulfed me
I managed to scream and woke from my slumber
I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered
Where had I been?
What could it mean?
It was dark in the death room
As I slithered under
"If I want to I can play piano, guitar, drums, but it's easier to have them combined in one single machine. It's up to you not be overwhelmed by them. I'm not in love with work, it's just that I can't distinguish life from music. They have always been the same thing for me."
~ Vangelis, Interview in "La Repubblica", March 28 1989
~ Vangelis, Interview in "La Repubblica", March 28 1989
Μουντιάλ '78 - Βασίλης Νικολαΐδης
Δεν είναι φάρσα, δεν είναι μπακατέλα,
στην προσμονή του ζούσαμε καιρό,
είναι το μουντιάλ του στρατηγού Βιντέλα,
φτύστε τα μούτρα σας και τον πολιτισμό.
Εκεί θα είναι η Αμερική,
Περού, Αργεντινή και Βραζιλία,
τι κι αν πεθαίνουν στην Ασφάλεια μερικοί,
άλλο ποδόσφαιρο κι άλλο πολιτική.
Κι αφού ο κόσμος έχει αποφασίσει
να δώσει χέρι στον φασισμό
κι εγώ μ' εμένανε τα έχω κανονίσει,
θα δω το κύπελλο χωρίς ενδοιασμό. #not
Μα άμα δω ψηλά στον ουρανό
ελικόπτερο να φτερουγίζει,
της Κόκα-Κόλα δε θα 'ν' διαφημιστικό,
πετάει πτώματα στη ζούγκλα κι από δω
περνάει και στη βάση του γυρίζει,
περνάει και στη βάση του γυρίζει.
RIP David Crosby
It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone
Turn, turn any corner
Hear, you must hear what the people say
You know there's something that's going on around here
It surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day, no
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness
You got to speak your mind if you dare
But don't, no don't, no, try to get yourself elected
If you do, you had better cut your hair
And it appears to be a long
Appears to be a long
Appears to be a long
Time, such a long, long, long, long time
Before the dawn, yeah
It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone
Turn, turn any corner
Hear, you must hear what the people say
You know there's something that's going on around here
It surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day, no
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness
You got to speak your mind if you dare
But don't, no don't, no, try to get yourself elected
If you do, you had better cut your hair
And it appears to be a long
Appears to be a long
Appears to be a long
Time, such a long, long, long, long time
Before the dawn, yeah
Καλοστρατιά στον Γιώργο Τόλιο, που μας ξεσήκωσε ουκ ολίγες φορές.
RIP Kris Kristofferson
As Billy the Kid knocking on heaven's door:
and Janis in his hymn to life:
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
As Billy the Kid knocking on heaven's door:
and Janis in his hymn to life:
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
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