Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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Killing Floor - Electric Flag
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I'm the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I'm obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I'm the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I'm the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I'm the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help... no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help... no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That's right, folks!
Don't touch that dial
Don't touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your living room floor
Oozin' along on your living room floor
I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, look at me go
Can't stop the slime, people, look at me go
Pumping (My Heart) - Patti Smith
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utTCi9Fm6OI
From a deadbeat to an old greaser - Jethro Tull
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world
made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, René Magritte, to name a few
of the heroes who were too wise for their own good
left the young brood to go on living without them.
Old queers with young faces who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser. Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
Εκτός από τα ηχόλουτρα, καλό κάνουν και τα οφθαλμόλουτρα, όσο εξόφθαλμη κι αν είναι η συγκεκριμένη αισθητική.
Για τους πατσούκο, από τη Wikipedia:
Pachucos are Chicano youths who developed their own subculture during the 1930s and 1940s in the Southwestern United States. They wore distinctive clothing (such as zoot suits) and spoke their own dialect of Mexican Spanish, called Caló or Pachuco. Due to their double marginalization stemming from their youth and ethnicity, there has always been a close association and cultural cross-pollination between the Pachuco subculture and gang subculture.
The Pachuco style originated in El Paso, Texas and Ciudad Juárez Mexico and moved westward, following the line of migration of Mexican railroad workers ("traqueros") into Los Angeles, where it developed further. The word "pachuco" originated, probably early in the 20th century, in a Mexican Spanish slang term for a resident of the cities of El Paso and Juárez. Even today, El Paso and Juárez are the "El Chuco Town" or "El Pasiente" by some.
Another theory is that the derivation of the word "pachuco" came from Pachuca, the name of the city in the Mexican state of Hidalgo where Mickey Garcia, thought by some to be the originator of the zoot suit, befriended a local of the town known as "El Hueso". El Hueso was an elderly man known only to have a tattoo on his right shoulder. It is unknown what the tattoo said but some have claimed that it bore two names: one beginning with a "J" and the other with a "B". Mickey Garcia brought his style from Pachuca, Mexico to San Diego. Another theory says that the word derives from pocho, a derogatory term for a Mexican born in the United States who has lost touch with the Mexican culture. The word is also said to mean "punk" or "troublemaker".
Another theory is put forth by Cummings, 2009 (see references), who postulates a possible indigenous origin of the term.
Και από αυτό το γλωσσάρι όρων της λάτιν μουσικής:The Pachuco style originated in El Paso, Texas and Ciudad Juárez Mexico and moved westward, following the line of migration of Mexican railroad workers ("traqueros") into Los Angeles, where it developed further. The word "pachuco" originated, probably early in the 20th century, in a Mexican Spanish slang term for a resident of the cities of El Paso and Juárez. Even today, El Paso and Juárez are the "El Chuco Town" or "El Pasiente" by some.
Another theory is that the derivation of the word "pachuco" came from Pachuca, the name of the city in the Mexican state of Hidalgo where Mickey Garcia, thought by some to be the originator of the zoot suit, befriended a local of the town known as "El Hueso". El Hueso was an elderly man known only to have a tattoo on his right shoulder. It is unknown what the tattoo said but some have claimed that it bore two names: one beginning with a "J" and the other with a "B". Mickey Garcia brought his style from Pachuca, Mexico to San Diego. Another theory says that the word derives from pocho, a derogatory term for a Mexican born in the United States who has lost touch with the Mexican culture. The word is also said to mean "punk" or "troublemaker".
Another theory is put forth by Cummings, 2009 (see references), who postulates a possible indigenous origin of the term.
Pachucos (πατσούκος) : Μεξικάνικης καταγωγής κάτοικοι της Καλιφόρνια που, κυρίως στην δεκαετία του 40, ντύνονταν με συγκεκριμένο τρόπο (φαρδιά κοστούμια - "zoot suits"), άκουγαν jazz και mambo, μιλούσαν την αργκοτική διάλεκτο calo και ζούσαν μια μάλλον ελευθεριάζουσα και εκκεντρική ζωή.
Pachuco boogie (πατσούκο μπούγκι): Χαρακτηριστική μουσική, με στοιχεία boogie, jazz και mambo, που έπαιζαν οι pachucos μουσικοί κατά την δεκαετία του 40 στην Καλιφόρνια.
Pachuco boogie (πατσούκο μπούγκι): Χαρακτηριστική μουσική, με στοιχεία boogie, jazz και mambo, που έπαιζαν οι pachucos μουσικοί κατά την δεκαετία του 40 στην Καλιφόρνια.
John Coltrane — soprano sax / Eric Dolphy — flute / Freddie Hubbard — trumpet / McCoy Tyner — piano / Reggie Workman — bass / Art Davis — bass Elvin Jones — drums
John Coltrane — tenor sax / Eric Dolphy — alto sax / Freddie Hubbard — trumpet / McCoy Tyner — piano / Reggie Workman — bass / Art Davis — bass / Elvin Jones — drums
Written by John Coltrane & McCoy Tyner
John Coltrane — tenor sax / Eric Dolphy — alto sax / Freddie Hubbard — trumpet / McCoy Tyner — piano / Reggie Workman — bass / Elvin Jones — drums
John Coltrane — tenor sax / Eric Dolphy — alto sax / Freddie Hubbard — trumpet / McCoy Tyner — piano / Reggie Workman — bass / Elvin Jones — drums
Gary Bartz - soprano sax, alto sax / McCoy Tyner - piano / Gerald Cannon - bass / Eric Kamau Gravatt - drums
Δελτάρια.
She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like there's
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin' in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
That's why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here
To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burglar that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back
She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby, I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin' heart out every night
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines
She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like there's
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin' in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
That's why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here
To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burglar that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back
She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby, I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel
She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin' heart out every night
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines