Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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Wedding Funktion - Funky Buddha Band (Wedding and Function Authentic Soul Band) :twit:
Play that marriage music, white boy, play that marriage music right,
Lay down that boogie, you'll play that marriage music till you die!
Play that marriage music, white boy, play that marriage music right,
Lay down that boogie, you'll play that marriage music till you die!
...
We used to know / For a thousand mothers - Jethro Tull (Isle of Wight, 1970)
Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
We used to know.
Nights of winter turn me cold
Fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
By running slowly.
Could be soon we'll cease to sound,
Slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
We used to know.
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
Made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand
While in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
Says it's time to go.
Each to his own way, I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know.
Συγκρίνετε αυτό (την εκτέλεση από το Stand Up) με το Hotel California των Eagles. ;)
We used to know / For a thousand mothers - Jethro Tull (Isle of Wight, 1970)
Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
We used to know.
Nights of winter turn me cold
Fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
By running slowly.
Could be soon we'll cease to sound,
Slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
We used to know.
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
Made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand
While in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
Says it's time to go.
Each to his own way, I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know.
Συγκρίνετε αυτό (την εκτέλεση από το Stand Up) με το Hotel California των Eagles. ;)
...
She's Not There - Neko Case with Nick Cave
Πώς και γιατί, από τον Gary Calamar, στο μπλογκ του KCRW.
She's Not There - Neko Case with Nick Cave
Πώς και γιατί, από τον Gary Calamar, στο μπλογκ του KCRW.
...
Scorched Earth - Van Der Graaf Generator
Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,
he looks into the future and remembers
what is past,
wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,
shrugs to his shadow, impatient,
too proud yet to kneel.
In his wake he leaves scorched earth
and work in vain;
smoke drifts up behind him - he is free again,
free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,
leaving nothing fit for pillage,
hardly leaving home.
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow,
wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes
leaving spoor to mark his passage,
trace his weary climb.
Cross the moor and make the headland -
stumbling, wayward, blind.
In the end his footprints extend as one single line.
This latest exponent of heresy is goaded
into an attack,
persuaded to charge at his enemy.
Too late, he knows it is, too late now
to turn back,
too soon by far to falter.
The past sits uneasily at his rear,
he's walking right into the trap,
surrounded, but striving through will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
but the dice slip through his fingers
and he's living from day to day,
carrying his world around upon his back,
leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale
of his track.
He will not be hostage, he will not be slave,
no snare of past can trap him,
though the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him
in advanced retreat;
still his life remains unfettered -
he denies defeat.
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the past to burn - at least
that's been his own.
Scorched earth, that's all that's
left when he's done;
holding nothing but beholden to no-one,
claiming nothing, out of no false pride,
he survives.
Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen
of a man who entered the course of a dream,
claiming nothing but the life he's known
- this, at least, has been his own.
Scorched Earth - Van Der Graaf Generator
Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,
he looks into the future and remembers
what is past,
wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,
shrugs to his shadow, impatient,
too proud yet to kneel.
In his wake he leaves scorched earth
and work in vain;
smoke drifts up behind him - he is free again,
free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,
leaving nothing fit for pillage,
hardly leaving home.
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow,
wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes
leaving spoor to mark his passage,
trace his weary climb.
Cross the moor and make the headland -
stumbling, wayward, blind.
In the end his footprints extend as one single line.
This latest exponent of heresy is goaded
into an attack,
persuaded to charge at his enemy.
Too late, he knows it is, too late now
to turn back,
too soon by far to falter.
The past sits uneasily at his rear,
he's walking right into the trap,
surrounded, but striving through will and fear.
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
but the dice slip through his fingers
and he's living from day to day,
carrying his world around upon his back,
leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale
of his track.
He will not be hostage, he will not be slave,
no snare of past can trap him,
though the future may.
Still he runs and burns behind him
in advanced retreat;
still his life remains unfettered -
he denies defeat.
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
Leave the past to burn - at least
that's been his own.
Scorched earth, that's all that's
left when he's done;
holding nothing but beholden to no-one,
claiming nothing, out of no false pride,
he survives.
Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen
of a man who entered the course of a dream,
claiming nothing but the life he's known
- this, at least, has been his own.
...
Keys to your heart v.2 - The 101ers
Silent Telephone
Keys to your heart v.2 - The 101ers
Silent Telephone
The 101ers were a pub rock band from the 1970s, notable as being the band that Joe Strummer left to join The Clash. Formed in London in May 1974, the 101ers made their performing debut on 7 September at the Telegraph pub in Brixton, under the name El Huaso and the 101 All Stars. The name would later be shortened to the 101 All Stars and finally just the 101ers. The group played at free festivals such as Stonehenge, and established itself on the London pub rock circuit prior to the advent of punk.
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Joshua Fit/Fought the Battle of Jericho - Mahalia Jackson
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Joshua Fit/Fought the Battle of Jericho - Mahalia Jackson
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