Τα καλύτερα μουσικά γιουτιουμπάκια

daeman

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Εμβληματικό τραγούδι, για μένα. Από εκείνα που σε στοιχειώνουν μια ολόκληρη ζωή και κάθε φορά που ακούς τις πρώτες νότες της κιθάρας (το χώνουν, άλλωστε, σε κάθε ταινία [εκείνης της] εποχής) σου σηκώνεται η τρίχα και θέλεις μια ριπίτ περφόρμανς (όχι μόνο του τραγουδιού).

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Πολλά χρόνια τώρα, δεν έχω διαβάσει ούτε έχω σκεφτεί καλύτερη περιγραφή γι' αυτό το κομμάτι.

Τέσσερις μέρες μαζεύει σκούλες το νήμα, γιά να πάρουμε λίγο πάνω μας! :cool:

Escravos de Jo - Kerri Chandler & Joe Clausell
 

daeman

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Εκεί που την κεφαλή μου κλίνω.

Anywhere I Lay My Head - Tom Waits
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, yeah
I went and set the Thames on fire, oh, now I must come back down
She's laughing in her sleeve boys, I can feel it in my bones
Oh, but anywhere I'm gonna lay my head, I'm gonna call my home

Well I see that the world is upside-down
Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold
And now the clouds, well they've covered over
And the wind is blowing cold
Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone
Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys
Well I gonna call my home​
 

daeman

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Κι αυτό για το φεγγάρι που είδα απόψε να ανατέλλει πορτοκαλί και γέμισε ο ορίζοντας·
παραλίγο να τρακάρω...

Moonrise - Nitin Sawhney
 

daeman

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Από τα lemmings, κι επειδή είναι ανοιξιάτικο.

Moths - Jethro Tull​

The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer
Suicidal came.
And a new breeze chattered
In it’s may-bud tenderness ---
Sending water-lillies sailing
As she turned to get undressed.
And the long night awakened
And we soared on powdered wings ---
Circling our tomorrows
In the wary month of spring.
Chasing shadows slipping
In a magic lantern slide ---
Creatures of the candle
On a night-light-ride.
Dipping and weaving --- flutter
Through the golden needle’s eye
In our haystack madness, butterfly-stroking
On a spring-tide high.
Life’s too long (as the lemming said)
As the candle burned and the moths were wed.
And we’ll all burn together as the wick grows higher ---
Before the candle’s dead.
The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame.
And the first moths of summer
Suicidal came
To join in the worship
Of the light that never dies
In a moment’s reflection
Of two moths spinning in her eyes.
 
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