Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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A Forest - Jess Mills
Suddenly I stop
I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again and again
A Forest - Jess Mills
Suddenly I stop
I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again and again
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Σα μαγεμένο το μυαλό μου - Δημήτρης Γκόγκος «Μπαγιαντέρας»
λίγο πριν πεθάνει
O Δημήτρης Γκόγκος ή Μπαγιαντέρας (1903-1985) ήταν ένας από τους πιο σπουδαίους ρεμπέτες ερμηνευτές, οργανοπαίκτες και συνθέτες. Το παρατσούκλι «Μπαγιαντέρας», προέρχεται από το γεγονός ότι του άρεσε η οπερέτα του Έμεριχ Κάλμαν (Emmerich Kálmán) Μπαγιαντέρα και μάλιστα έπαιζε στο μπουζούκι το ομώνυμο τραγούδι της.
Κι εγώ θυμούμαι...
Σα μαγεμένο το μυαλό μου - Δημήτρης Γκόγκος «Μπαγιαντέρας»
O Δημήτρης Γκόγκος ή Μπαγιαντέρας (1903-1985) ήταν ένας από τους πιο σπουδαίους ρεμπέτες ερμηνευτές, οργανοπαίκτες και συνθέτες. Το παρατσούκλι «Μπαγιαντέρας», προέρχεται από το γεγονός ότι του άρεσε η οπερέτα του Έμεριχ Κάλμαν (Emmerich Kálmán) Μπαγιαντέρα και μάλιστα έπαιζε στο μπουζούκι το ομώνυμο τραγούδι της.
Κι εγώ θυμούμαι...
Ναι, η Θέσια Παναγιώτου έκανε εξαιρετική δουλειά, και όχι μόνο σ' αυτά τα δυο. Και τα έξι δισκάκια της σειράς "Απόψε στου Θωμά" αξίζουν πολλά, για μένα όμως το καλύτερο είναι αυτό, Ο Καϊξής κι ο κόσμος όλος. Για την Ιφιγένεια, φαντάζομαι ότι ήθελαν να διακρίνουν το κλασικό από το αυτοσχεδιαστικό. Και στο δισκάκι χωρισμένα είναι τα κομμάτια, ωστόσο η παύση ανάμεσά τους είναι ανεπαίσθητη.
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Sic 'em dogs on you - Bukka White
Then there's the piece de resistance, "Sic 'Em Pigs." Like Booker White's original, "Sic 'Em Dogs On You." this is about police harassment. The Heat strike back at the heat with deliciously sarcastic lyrics and marvelous sound effects.
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"Sic 'Em Pigs" boogies in next, and it's a still hilarious boogie that perhaps sounds dated in it's anti-police message, that given the Rodney King incident, is still timely. It's a song that could have become a bit self-righteous in tone, but Hite gives it just the perfect amount of sarcasm and humor to make it work. It's a song I can't imagine anyone else doing so perfectly, actually.
http://www.cannedheatmusic.com/hallelujah_reviews.html
Sic 'em pigs - Canned Heat
Sic 'em dogs on you - Bukka White
Then there's the piece de resistance, "Sic 'Em Pigs." Like Booker White's original, "Sic 'Em Dogs On You." this is about police harassment. The Heat strike back at the heat with deliciously sarcastic lyrics and marvelous sound effects.
...
"Sic 'Em Pigs" boogies in next, and it's a still hilarious boogie that perhaps sounds dated in it's anti-police message, that given the Rodney King incident, is still timely. It's a song that could have become a bit self-righteous in tone, but Hite gives it just the perfect amount of sarcasm and humor to make it work. It's a song I can't imagine anyone else doing so perfectly, actually.
http://www.cannedheatmusic.com/hallelujah_reviews.html
Sic 'em pigs - Canned Heat
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Για τον μηχανόβιο Ζάζκατ (BikerCat) του 1%. :)
Δεν βρήκα σε αποδεκτή ποιότητα στο γιουτιούμπ το πρώτο που σκέφτηκα, το Motorcycle Mama του Νιλ Γιανγκ, οπότε...
The Motοrcycle Song - Arlo Guthrie
I don't want a pickle, just wanna ride on my motorcycle (αυτή είναι ρίμα, όχιαστεία σοβαρά)
I'll be back... :devil:
Για τον μηχανόβιο Ζάζκατ (BikerCat) του 1%. :)
Δεν βρήκα σε αποδεκτή ποιότητα στο γιουτιούμπ το πρώτο που σκέφτηκα, το Motorcycle Mama του Νιλ Γιανγκ, οπότε...
The Motοrcycle Song - Arlo Guthrie
I don't want a pickle, just wanna ride on my motorcycle (αυτή είναι ρίμα, όχι
I'll be back... :devil:
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Pannonica (Monk, 1964)- Thelonious Monk
Thelonious Monk (piano), Charlie Rouse (tenor sax), Larry Gales (bass), Ben Riley (drums)
Pannonica (Brilliant Corners, 1957) - Thelonious Monk Quintet
Thelonious Monk (piano, celeste), Ernie Henry (alto sax), Sonny Rollins (tenor sax), Oscar Pettiford (bass), Max Roach (drums)
Pannonica (Monk, 1964)- Thelonious Monk
Pannonica (Brilliant Corners, 1957) - Thelonious Monk Quintet
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Celebration of the Lizard - Doors
Don't worry, the operation won't take long and you'll be better in the morning
Lions in the street & roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South
And crossed the border
Left the chaos & disorder
Back there
Over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me, old,
She's, no; young.
Her dark red hair.
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
She's coming in here.
I can't live thru each slow century
of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood.
The smooth hissing snakes
of rain…
~~~
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "Go Insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
~~~
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
Quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
Wait! There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come!
~~~
Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun
Nothing left to do but run, run, run
Let's run, let's run
House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me
Let's run
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not going very far
To the east to meet the Czar
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws live by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you soon…soon…soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
~~~
We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
~~~
For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8578969-The_Celebration_Of_The_Lizard-by-James_Douglas_Morrison
Celebration of the Lizard - Doors
Don't worry, the operation won't take long and you'll be better in the morning
Lions in the street & roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South
And crossed the border
Left the chaos & disorder
Back there
Over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me, old,
She's, no; young.
Her dark red hair.
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
She's coming in here.
I can't live thru each slow century
of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood.
The smooth hissing snakes
of rain…
~~~
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "Go Insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
~~~
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
Quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
Wait! There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come!
~~~
Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun
Nothing left to do but run, run, run
Let's run, let's run
House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me
Let's run
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not going very far
To the east to meet the Czar
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws live by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you soon…soon…soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
~~~
We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
~~~
For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8578969-The_Celebration_Of_The_Lizard-by-James_Douglas_Morrison