The last step

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Poor Moon (1969) - Canned Heat

Αυτό το γιουτουμπάκι για τις εικόνες του. Για καλύτερο ήχο, εκείνο.

Ever since I was a kid
You sure looked good to me
Now I'm a man full-grown, and I
Know what I hate to see
It might be tomorrow
I just don't know
It might take years
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

It may seem silly, but I don't like
What's been coming down
Cause you've been looking good too long
To change your color now
They might test some bomb
And scar your skin
I don't think they care, so
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

I hope I see you in the sky
At night, when I get old
I hope you'll look about the same
As when I was a boy
It gets me to gasping
When I think about
What they might do
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

Well, you sure look good
In the sky at night
And it's sad to say
You won't shine so bright
Some day
When they're through with you

I bet you've seen the cloud we make
That covers up our rain
I wonder if you'll hide behind
A shroud like that, some day?
I'm worried about it
It makes me sigh
I just can't help it
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face
It might be tomorrow
I just don't know
It might take years
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face
 
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Το ταξίδι του φεγγαριού - Χαΐνηδες


Η ταχινή δροσούλιασε και πάγωσε
στην πένα το μελάνι που με λάβωσε
απόψε το φεγγάρι εταξίδεψε
στς απλοκαμούς του νου μου και βασίλεψε
 
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Rolling Moon - The Chills


We wander lost forgotten hills
Blue sky, green grass, we are still
The mists enfold us gently smelling
Breeze in our ears softly telling
Of the days of light and laughter long ago
They trace us, taste us, touch our hair
Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair

And the rolling moon rocks on by
We dance until we start to cry
We've got feverish sweat and aching bones
But please, oh God, don't take us home
 
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Apollo 11 Purse and Contents

After Neil Armstrong's death (25 August 2012), his widow, Carol, discovered a white, (beta)cloth bag in a closet, containing what were obviously either flight or space related artifacts. She contacted Allan Needell, curator of the Apollo collection at the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum, and provided photographs of the items. Needell, who immediately realized that the bag - known to the astronauts as the Purse - and its contents could be hardware from the Apollo 11 mission, asked the authors for support in identifying and documenting the flight history and purpose of these artifacts. After some research it became apparent that the purse and its contents were lunar surface equipment carried in the Lunar Module Eagle during the epic journey of Apollo 11.

These artifacts are among the very few Apollo 11 flown items brought back from Tranquility Base and, thus, are of priceless historical value. Of utmost importance is the 16mm movie camera with its 10mm lens. The camera was mounted behind the right forward window of the lunar module and was used to film the final phase of the descent to the lunar surface, the landing, as well as Neil Armstrong‘s and Buzz Aldrin‘s activities on the lunar surface including taking the first samples of lunar soil and planting the US flag. Thanks to the Neil Armstrong family, the Apollo 11 purse and its contents are now on loan at the National Air and Space Museum for preservation, research and eventual public display.
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http://www.hq.nasa.gov/alsj/a11/a11ReturnedEagleArtifacts.html


Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum. The camera that recorded the "one small step."
 
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Moon Blues - Otis Spann


It is a brand new moon, since two men walked up there
But it's the same old world for us, babe, you know we ain't goin' nowhere
 
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Sister Moon (...Nothing Like the Sun) - Sting


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/130.html


Herbie Hancock featuring Sting


Sister Moon - Transvision Vamp
 
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Στου φεγγαριού την αγκαλιά - Ψαρογιώργης

Στίχοι - μουσική : Γιάννης Μελαμπιανάκης

Στου φεγγαριού την αγκαλιά
θ' απλώσω τα μαλλιά σου
να πλέκουν τ' άστρα της αυγής
γαϊτάνι τα όνειρα σου

Να 'ταν λουλούδι η χαρά
να το βαγιοκλαδίζω
να κόβγω ανθούς και πέταλα
να σε καλημερίζω
 
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