February 17, 2011

Ten - Endless Symphony

Razing refraining to cut all the lines on the million stations.
Blind notes divine strokes … to crescendo and climbing!
Through.. scenes we got to look out to old dreams
Live… all this time is still a game.
…we're afraid we'll pay for need
And die alone and trap inside…

Chorus:
Life is an endless symphony in time!
Life is an endless symphony in time!

..inside yours …some of the violence
Cause I…
And dancing…
Through… scenes we've got to look out for some dreams
…we're afraid we'll pay for need
And die alone and trap inside…

Chorus:
Life is an endless symphony in time!
Life is an endless symphony in time!
Life is an endless symphony!
Life is an endless symphony!
In time!
Life is an endless symphony in time!
Life is an endless symphony in time!



Γυμνὸ σῶμα


Εἶπε:
ψηφίζω τὸ γαλάζιο.
Ἐγὼ τὸ κόκκινο.
Κι ἐγώ.

Τὸ σῶμα σου ὡραῖο
Τὸ σῶμα σου ἀπέραντο.
Χάθηκα στὸ ἀπέραντο.

Διαστολὴ τῆς νύχτας.
Διαστολὴ τοῦ σώματος.
Συστολὴ τῆς ψυχῆς.

Ὅσο ἀπομακρύνεσαι
Σὲ πλησιάζω.

Ἕνα ἄστρο
ἔκαψε τὸ σπίτι μου.

Οἱ νύχτες μὲ στενεύουν
στὴν ἀπουσία σου.
Σὲ ἀναπνέω.

Ἡ γλῶσσα μου στὸ στόμα σου
ἡ γλῶσσα σου στὸ στόμα μου-
σκοτεινὸ δάσος.
Οἱ ξυλοκόποι χάθηκαν
καὶ τὰ πουλιά.

Ὅπου βρίσκεσαι
ὑπάρχω.

Τὰ χείλη μου
περιτρέχουν τ᾿ ἀφτί σου.

Τόσο μικρὸ καὶ τρυφερὸ
πῶς χωράει
ὅλη τὴ μουσική;

Ἡδονή-
πέρα ἀπ᾿ τὴ γέννηση,
πέρα ἀπ᾿ τὸ θάνατο.
Τελικὸ κι αἰώνιο
παρόν.

Ἀγγίζω τὰ δάχτυλα
τῶν ποδιῶν σου.
Τί ἀναρίθμητος ὀ κόσμος.

Μέσα σε λίγες νύχτες
πῶς πλάθεται καὶ καταρρέει
ὅλος ὁ κόσμος;

Ἡ γλῶσσα ἐγγίζει
βαθύτερα ἀπ᾿ τὰ δάχτυλα.
Ἑνώνεται.

Τώρα
μὲ τὴ δική σου ἀναπνοὴ
ρυθμίζεται τὸ βῆμα μου
κι ὁ σφυγμός μου.

Δυὸ μῆνες ποὺ δὲ σμίξαμε.
Ἕνας αἰῶνας
κι ἐννιὰ δευτερόλεπτα.

Τί νὰ τὰ κάνω τ᾿ ἄστρα
ἀφοῦ λείπεις;

Μὲ τὸ κόκκινο τοῦ αἵματος
εἶμαι.
Εἶμαι γιὰ σένα.




Γιάννης Ρίτσος - Τὰ ἐρωτικά


Damone: Wasted Years

From the coast of gold across the seven seas
I'm traveling on far and wide
But now it seems I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do
It isn't me but someone else

I close my eyes and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is,
You never miss it till its gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will be till my dying day

So understand
Don't waste your time always
Searching for those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realize you're living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can't easy this pain so easily
When you can't find the words to say
It's hard to make it through another day
And it just makes me wanna cry
And throw my hands up to the sky

So understand
Don't waste your time always
Searching for those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realize you're living in the golden years

So understand
Don't waste your time always
Searching for those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realize you're living in the golden years



Φόβος: Ο Δούρειος Ίππος της Εξουσίας

February 16, 2011

Sebnem Ferah"Can Kiriklari

February 15, 2011

The color of the night ~ Lauren Christie

You and I moving in the dark
Bodies close but souls apart
Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed
I need to know the way you feel

[chorus:]
I'll give you everything I am
And everything I want to be
I'll put it in your hands
If you could open up to me oh
Can't we ever get beyond this wall

'cause all I want is just once
To see you in the light
But you hide behind
The color of the night

I can't go on running from the past
Lave has torn away this mask
And now like clouds like rain I'm drowning and
I blame it all on you
I'm lost - God save me...

[chorus:]
'cause all I want is just once
To see you in the light
But you hide behind
The color of the night

[chorus:]
'cause all I want is just once
Forever and again
I'm waiting for you, I'm standing in the light
But you hide behind
The color of the night

Please come out from
The color of the night

February 14, 2011

Πολύ πριν σε συναντήσω…


Πολύ πριν σε συναντήσω, εγώ σε περίμενα.
Πάντοτε σε περίμενα.
Σαν ήμουνα παιδί και μ’ έβλεπε λυπημένο η μητέρα,
έσκυβε και με ρωτούσε, «Τι έχεις αγόρι;»
Εγώ δεν μίλαγα, μονάχα έβλεπα πίσω απ’ τον ώμο της
έναν κόσμο άδειο από ‘σένα.
Κι όταν έπαιρνα το παιδικό κοντύλι,
ήταν για να μάθω να σου γράφω τραγούδια,
όταν κοίταγα στο τζάμι τη βροχή,
ήταν που αργούσες ακόμα,
κι όταν χτύπαγε η πόρτα μου και άνοιγα,
δεν ήταν κανείς, κάπου όμως μες στον κόσμο
ήταν η καρδιά σου που χτυπούσε.
Έτσι έζησα πάντοτε.
Κι όταν βρεθήκαμε για πρώτη φορά
-Θυμάσαι;-
Μου άπλωσες τα χέρια τόσο τρυφερά
σαν να με γνώριζες χρόνια.
Μα και βέβαια με γνώριζες.
Γιατί πολύ πριν μπεις μες στη ζωή μου
είχες ζήσει μες στα όνειρά μου Αγαπημένη μου!
Στην πιο μικρή στιγμή μαζί σου, έζησα όλη τη ζωή!
Τάσος Λειβαδίτης

Morrissey and Siouxsie Interlude

Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
Loving you
Is a world that's strange
So much more than my heart can hold
Loving you
Makes the whole world change
Loving you, I could not grow old
No, nobody knows
When love will end
So till then, sweet friend ...
Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of ?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love 



February 13, 2011

Σάρκινος λόγος

Τί ὄμορφη ποὺ εἶσαι. Μὲ τρομάζει ἡ ὀμορφιά σου. Σὲ πεινάω. Σὲ διψάω.
Σοῦ δέομαι: Κρύψου, γίνε ἀόρατη γιὰ ὅλους, ὁρατὴ μόνο σ᾿ ἐμένα.
Καλυμένη ἀπ᾿ τὰ μαλλιά ὡς τὰ νύχια τῶν ποδιῶν μὲ σκοτεινὸ διάφανο πέπλο
διάστικτο ἀπ᾿ τοὺς ἀσημένιους στεναγμοὺς ἐαρινῶν φεγγαριῶν.
Οἱ πόροι σου ἐκπέμπουν φωνήεντα, σύμφωνα ἰμερόεντα.
Ἀρθρώνονται ἀπόρρητες λέξεις. Τριανταφυλλιὲς ἐκρήξεις ἀπ᾿ τὴ πράξη τοῦ ἔρωτα.
Τὸ πέπλο σου ὀγκώνεται, λάμπει πάνω ἀπ᾿ τὴ νυχτωμένη πόλη μὲ τὰ ἠμίφωτα μπάρ,
τὰ ναυτικὰ οἰνομαγειρεῖα.
Πράσινοι προβολεῖς φωτίζουνε τὸ διανυκτερεῦον φαρμακεῖο.
Μιὰ γυάλινη σφαῖρα περιστρέφεται γρήγορα δείχνοντας τοπία τῆς ὑδρογείου.
Ὁ μεθυσμένος τρεκλίζει σὲ μία τρικυμία φυσημένη ἀπ᾿ τὴν ἀναπνοὴ τοῦ σώματός σου.
Μὴ φεύγεις. Μὴ φεύγεις. Τόσο ὑλική, τόσο ἄπιαστη.
Ἕνας πέτρινος ταῦρος πηδάει ἀπ᾿ τὸ ἀέτωμα στὰ ξερὰ χόρτα.
Μιὰ γυμνὴ γυναῖκα ἀνεβαίνει τὴ ξύλινη σκάλα κρατώντας μιὰ λεκάνη μὲ ζεστὸ νερό.
Ὁ ἀτμὸς τῆς κρύβει τὸ πρόσωπο.
Ψηλὰ στὸν ἀέρα ἕνα ἀνιχνευτικὸ ἑλικόπτερο βομβίζει σὲ ἀόριστα σημεῖα.
Φυλάξου. Ἐσένα ζητοῦν. Κρύψου βαθύτερα στὰ χέρια μου.
Τὸ τρίχωμα τῆς κόκκινης κουβέρτας ποὺ μᾶς σκέπει, διαρκῶς μεγαλώνει.
Γίνεται μία ἔγκυος ἀρκούδα ἡ κουβέρτα.
Κάτω ἀπὸ τὴ κόκκινη ἀρκούδα ἐρωτευόμαστε ἀπέραντα,
πέρα ἀπ᾿ τὸ χρόνο κι ἀπ᾿ τὸ θάνατο πέρα, σὲ μιὰ μοναχικὴ παγκόσμιαν ἕνωση.
Τί ὄμορφη ποὺ εἶσαι. Ἡ ὀμορφιά σου μὲ τρομάζει.
Καὶ σὲ πεινάω. Καὶ σὲ διψάω. Καὶ σοῦ δέομαι: Κρύψου.

Wolfsheart - Monument Valley Shadows

Aφουγκράσου την σιωπή...τους ήχους της φύσης... Τα Πνεύματα της Φύσης κάτι σου ψυθιρίζουν... Καταιγίδες έρχονται σε αυτά τα χώματα...


Secret Garden Nocturne

Now let the day
Just slip away
So the dark night
May watch over you
Nocturne
Though darkness lay
It will give way
When the dark night
Delivers the day

February 12, 2011

Dream Theater - Through Her Eyes

She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance

Now that I've become aware
And I've exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair

I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate

Inloving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died

I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed

And I know what it's like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same

She wasn't given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
I've been given so much more in life
I've got a son, I've got a wife

I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last

The door has opened wide
I'm turning with the tide
Looking through her eyes

Music my Dream Theater
Lyrics by John Petrucci

Κατεβάστε δωρεάν το πρωτο single απο το άλμπουμ του Joe Bonamassa

κατεβάστε δωρεάν το πρωτο single του άλμπουμ, ένα μέρος του οποίου γράφτηκε στην Σαντορίνη στα (Black Rock Studios), ενός καλλιτέχνη που βραβεύτηκε απο το Billboard Magazine σαν τον Νο1 "Blues Artist"  για το έτος 2010  
http://jbonamassa.com/dustbowl/
πηγη

SCORPIONS - YELLOW RAVEN

The yellow raven sipped the air
Of thunder and of rain ...
The yellow raven sipped the air
Gentle eyes kissing the rain ...

Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Take me away to somewhere
Take me away from here!
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Answer to my yearning
Take me away from here!

The firebird began to cry
When the music died away ...
The firebird began to cry
And smoke was slowly drifting by ...

Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Take me away to somewhere
Take me away from here!
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Answer to my yearning
Take me away from here ...



February 11, 2011

Tim Buckley - Sweet Surrender

Now you wanna know the reason
Why I cheated on you?
Well I had to be a hunter again.
This little man had to try
To make love feel new again.

'Cause there's just a few things, honey
I'm not old enough to do for you. Ohh.
And they're the things, momma
You just never care to show me. Ohh.

So this flim-flam lover boy
Found him a flamingo.
And his flamingo
Showed him how to tango.
And when they tangoed
It'd send their heart's a ‘flutter.
Teased him 'till he'd stutter.
Made him so young and tender.
Sweet to surrender
And so sweet surrender.
In sweet surrender.
Ahh, sweet surrender to love.

But now you're gonna go out
And get yourself
A reputation.
But I'm gonna have to show you
Where to start.
And then you're gonna bring back
Your little reputation
And prove to me
What I could not prove to you.

'Cause I was just too young at heart.
I'm just too cold, honey.
Just too hard to care.
Just too hard, 'right
To surrender.
Surrender to love.

Sweet surrender
Surrender to love.

If we could
Just surrender
Love would heal the mess we've made.
So give it up, momma, ahh.
It 'aint gonna be no good
It keeps goin' 'round and 'round.
You hurt me.
Then I hurt you again.
All that's left to do, ah.
Is give it up, Ahhhhhh,
No, no, give it up
And surrender, Ahhhhhh, momma.

Sweet surrender.
Sweet surrender.
Surrender your love.
Surrender love.
Ohhhhhh, Surrender momma.
Ohhhhhh, Surrender that love.
Sweet.
Sweet, sweet, sweet su-rre-rren-der, momma.
In to love.
To love.
To love.



Σε μια αγαπημένη γυναίκα (Otomi)

Στον ουρανό ένα φεγγάρι·
στο πρόσωπο σου ένα στόμα.
Στον ουρανό πολλά άστρα·
στο πρόσωπο σου μόνο δύο μάτια.

O Πίτερ Γκάμπριελ μελοποιεί και διασκευάζει Anne Sexton Peter Gabriel & Anne Sexton: Mercy Street - All my Pretty

Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart,
leaving me here to shuffle and disencumber
you from the residence you could not afford:
a gold key, your half of a woolen mill,
twenty suits from Dunne's, an English Ford,
the love and legal verbiage of another will,
boxes of pictures of people I do not know.
I touch their cardboard faces. They must go.

[But the eyes, as thick as wood in this album,
hold me. I stop here, where a small boy
waits in a ruffled dress for someone to come ...
for this soldier who holds his bugle like a toy
or for this velvet lady who cannot smile.
Is this your father's father, this commodore
in a mailman suit? My father, time meanwhile
has made it unimportant who you are looking for.
Ill never know what these faces are all about.
I lock them into their book and throw them out.]

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam
lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

This is the yellow scrapbook that you began
the year I was born; as crackling now and wrinkly
as tobacco leaves: clippings where Hoover outran
the Democrats, wiggling his dry finger at me
and Prohibition; news where the Hindenburg went
down and recent years where you went flush
on war. This year, solvent but sick, you meant
to marry that pretty widow in a one-month rush.
But before you had that second chance, I cried
on your fat shoulder. Three days later you died.

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest; he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness, tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms

These are the snapshots of marriage, stopped in places.
Side by side at the rail toward Nassau now;
here, with the winner's cup at the speedboat races,
[here, in tails at the Cotillion, you take a bow,]
here, by our kennel of dogs with their pink eyes,
running like show-bred pigs in their chain-link pen;
here, at the horseshow where my sister wins a prize;
and here, standing like a duke among groups of men.
Now I fold you down, my drunkard, my navigator,
my first lost keeper, to love or look at later.

I hold a five-year diary that my mother kept
for three years, telling all she does not say
of your alcoholic tendency. You overslept,
she writes. My God, father, each Christmas Day
with your blood, will I drink down your glass
of wine? The diary of your hurly-burly years
goes to my shelf to wait for my age to pass.
Only in this hoarded span will love persevere.
Whether you are pretty or not, I outlive you,
bend down my strange face to yours and forgive you.

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea.



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