ειναι η ζωη μια τεχνη
που θελει ταλεντο να την εξελιχθει
η προσοχη στη λεπτομερεια
κριμα πολλοι περασαν τη ζωη χωρις να μαθουν
αυτη τη λεπτομερεια
καπου απροσμενα ακουσα
τη φωνη σου να με καλει
τραγουδα μου τραγουδα μου
απο μακρια απο μακρια
την επανασταση εξελιξες δινοντας
ενα βημα μετα μα η πικρα της μοναξιας
αντιτιμο για το ταλεντο της ερμηνειας σου
τραγουδα μου τραγουδα μου................


Irini DarkEsterlite

Lee Clayton - I Ride Alone

It’s another night in Los Angeles
My passport is restless in my boot
And my thoughts they take wings to wonder
Get up they say man vamoose
And I think about my thoughts of Paris
Of fine wine, women and precious things
And I think about my life on the midnight highway
The life of a renegade king

Twenty years they’ve called me a bandit
Twenty years I’ve been on the run
Twenty years defending my honor
Twenty years harming no one
And I ride
I ride alone, yes I ride, I ride alone

They say there goes a strange one
He sits back to the wall
Noticing conversation
And rarely speaking at all
And he rides, he rides alone
Yes he rides, he rides alone

It’s true I’m not much on talking
It’s true there’s not much I know
But one thing I’ve learned for certain
That you reap whatever you sow
And you ride, you ride alone
Yes you ride, you ride alone

There’s a hawk high in the heavens
A truly magnificent bird
He waits on wings of silver
To bring the glorious word
And he flies, he flies alone
Yes he flies, he flies alone

Εφυγε ο Νίκος Παπάζογλου

σημερα η μουσικη μας μοναξια γινετα πιο εντονη.....

Τη ζωή σαν αχθοφόρος
όπου βρω την κουβαλάω,
στο αγώι τραγουδάω
κι ο σκοπός θανατηφόρος.

Μεροκάματο δε θέλω
ούτε και για χαρτζιλίκι
από περιέργεια υπάρχω
και από καραγκιοζιλίκι.

Δίχως τέλος κι ως το τέλος
θέλω να την σεργιανάω
κι αν στον Άδη πει να πάω,
σύμφωνος κι ετοιμασμένος.

Μεροκάματο δε θέλω...

Doro - Without you

I feel so lonely
Since I had to leave you
'Cause all I had to say
Was not true

I'm thinking of you
Every day and every night
I'm missing your lovin'
Your face and your eyes

I feel so lonely
Since I had to leave you
'Cause all I had to say
Was not true

I'm thinking of you
Every day and every night
I'm missing your lovin'
Your face and your eyes - oh

I had to leave you
But I cannot, cannot forget you
I want you
I want you
I want you!

I stand by my window
And all seems so low
Slow but sure I understand
The good times we had
The good times we had

So empty is my heart
Without you
Without you
Stand apart

I remember your brown eyes
You looked so kind
Looked at me
Sparkled in the night

I'd change my mind
I will take your way
Together forever
Come on, it's the last essay - yeah

I had to leave you
But I cannot, cannot forget you
I want you
I want you
I want you!

I stand by my window
And all seems so low
Slow but sure I understand
The good times we had
The good times we had

So empty is my heart
Without you
Without you
Stand apart

Since I had to leave you
I cannot forget you
Slow but sure I understand
The good times we had
The good times we had

I stand by my window
And I've been so low
Slow but sure I understand
The good times we had
The good times we had

So empty is my heart
Without you
Without you
Stand apart

ευχαριστω τον φιλο μου kantharo που μου το θυμησε....

indians

"Οταν ο τελευταίος Ινδιάνος λείψει από τη γή κι ο λευκός φέρνει στη μνήμη του το λαό μου σαν ένα θρύλο , οι ψυχές των νεκρών μας θα ταξιδεύουν σαν το σύννεφο πάνω στον κάμπο.Θα γεμίζουν τις ακρογιαλιές και θα φιλοξενούνται στα δάση που αγάπησαν όπως το μωρό που αγαπά τον χτύπο της μητρικής καρδιάς."

Μια στάλα άρωμα ξεπήδησε απ’ τα απόκρυφα σημεία του αναφιλητού. Σα νυχτολούλουδου αύρα κάλυψε του λαιμού μου τον παλμό, φέρνοντας την εικόνα σου πίσω απ’ την κουρτίνα. Βύθισα το βλέμμα στα χείλη σου κι έδεσα μια φλεγόμενη πυγολαμπίδα στον καρπό . «Και στην άκρη του ουρανού να είσαι, θα ’ρθω να σε βρω», μου ψιθύρισες ανασαίνοντας απαλά. Πώς να μη ξαγρυπνήσω, μάτια μου?

Ang.R

McAuley Schenker Group (MSG) Anytime

Blow a kiss from your hand
I'll catch it 'fore it hits the ground
Cry a little for our fears Baby! Baby!
I'm so scared There's something wrong
I hid you in the corner Of my empty room
Never really cared 'til now
Not standin' in the corner for me Anymore
You've done your time
Pass your sentence and I'll pass mine
And when my time is through Can I still come home to you

Anytime Anytime you want me
Anytime Anytime you're lonely
You just have to call, 'Cos you know I'll be there
Anytime Anytime you need me
Anytime Anytime maybe you're dreamin'
Wakin' up all alone Your heart is screamin'

I know I caused you so much pain
I promise that I'll never hurt you again
Even though the scars remain
With a little time I know we can win
Can't stop this fire
Lost control over my desire
It burns for you Like it always used to do

Anytime Anytime you want me
Anytime Anytime you're lonely
You just have to call, 'Cos you know I'll be there
Anytime Anytime you need me
Anytime Anytime maybe you're dreamin'
Wakin' up all alone Your heart is screamin'

And after the war is over
And all the fighting's through
Can I make my peace with you
I wanna come home to you

Anytime Anytime you want me
Anytime Anytime you're lonely
You just have to call, 'Cos you know I'll be there
Anytime Anytime you need me
Anytime Anytime maybe you're dreamin'
Wakin' up all alone Your heart is screamin'

Nevermore Believe in Nothing

into a strange new world, into the after
all your tears might find you've fallen too far
take another look, take another ride
can't we make them leave the hate behind

and I still believe in nothing
will we ever see the shape of tomorrow?

Into the empty storm, into the formless loss of hope,
Where we can forget the game

And I still believe in nothing
Will we ever see the cure for our sorrow

Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever so count your days
Nothing is final and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow and find you're empty still

Nothing

Ατθίδα

Σαν άνεμος μου τίναξε ο έρωτας τη σκέψη,
σαν άνεμος που σε βουνό βελανιδιές λυγάει.
Ήρθες, καλά που έκανες, που τόσο σε ζητούσα,
δρόσισες την ψυχούλα μου, που έκαιγε ο πόθος.

Κι από το γάλα πιο λευκή,
απ’ το νερό πιο δροσερή,
κι από το πέπλο το λεπτό πιο απαλή.
Από το ρόδο πιο αγνή,
απ’ το χρυσάφι πιο ακριβή,
κι από τη λύρα πιο γλυκειά, πιο μουσική.

Πάει καιρός που κάποτε σ’ αγάπησα, Ατθίδα,
μα τότε μου ‘μοιαζες μικρό κι αθώο κοριτσάκι.
Συ που μαγεύεις τους θνητούς, παιδί της Αφροδίτης,
απ’ όλα το καλύτερο εσύ ’σαι το αστέρι.

Κι από το γάλα πιο λευκή…

Σαπφώ

D.C. Cooper - Until the end

Off into the room
He sees her all around
Surprised him that she sat right down
The smile upon her face
Was not to be replaced
Has to last him all his life

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the...

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the end

Everything they shared
As if it was a dream
Took advantage of the time
Setting themselves up
They ran into a wall
Enjoyed it all before the fall

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the end

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the end

Every single day
For each other, they shall pray

They wonder where they are
And what their life's like now
Knowing that it went to far
Hoping there is a time
When they will meet again together (together, together...)
Always 'til the end

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the end

Deep inside is where she'll find
The only heart that's on his mind
Until the end, oh until the end

άτιτλο

Πως ένα ποίημα αντάξιο του
έρωτα να γράψω ,
ποια είναι η οσμή των λέξεων
και ποιο είναι το χρώμα ,

η γεύση των μοναδικών φιλιών
στο διψασμένο στόμα ,

πως να μου δώσει η ποίηση
ότι η ζωή μου αρνήθει ,
δίχως τα χάδια που ξυπνούν
το δέρμα από τη λήθη
και ο σπαραγμός να απλώνεται
στο στερημένο σώμα ,

ποια να΄ναι η οσμή των λέξεων
και ποιο να΄ναι το χρώμα ???


β.κουστούδας
άτιτλο (7/4/2011)

Simon and Garfunkel The Boxer

I am just a poor boy 
Though my story's seldom told 
I have squandered my resistance 
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises 
All lies and jests 
Still a man hears what he wants to hear 
And disregards the rest 

When I left my home and my family 
I was no more than a boy 
In the company of strangers 
In the quiet of the railway station running scared 
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 
Where the ragged people go 
Looking for the places only they would know 

Lie la lie ... 

Asking only workman's wages 
I come looking for a job 
But I get no offers, 
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue 
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome 
I took some comfort there 

Lie la lie ... 

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 
And wishing I was gone 
Going home 
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me 
Bleeding me, going home 

In the clearing stands a boxer 
And a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the reminders 
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down 
Or cut him till he cried out 
In his anger and his shame 
"I am leaving, I am leaving" 
But the fighter still remains 

Lie la lie ...

William Blake

Να δεις τον Κόσμο σε έναν κόκκο άμμου,

και τον Ουρανό σ' ένα αγριολούλουδο,

να κρατήσεις το Άπειρο στην παλάμη σου

και την Αιωνιότητα σε μια ώρα.

William Blake

The Doors - Ghost Song

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day
And choose the sign of your day,
The day's divinity.
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
And a cool jeweled moon.
Couples naked race down
By its quiet side,
And we laugh like
Soft mad children
Smug in the wooly
Cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices
Are all around us.
Choose they croon
The ancient ones,
The time has come again.
Choose now they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream
Come with us.
Everything is broken up
And dances.

Indians scattered on
Dawn's highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child's
Fragile egg-shell mind.

We have assembled inside this ancient insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest will dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words.
Music inflames temperament.

Oh  great creator of being, grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations.
When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land
Where are the feasts we are promised?

Τον θυμάμαι που με ήθελε με το παλτό το μακρύ το δερμάτινο και τη μπότα την ψηλή με τα σκοινιά. Γυμνή εντελώς από μέσα, να μου γλύφει ο άνεμος τα σωθικά. Με βλέμμα ατίθασο στις άχαρες λαβές. Με σκέψη φευγάτη προς αποφυγήν ενδοσκόπησης. Με συνομωσία μυστική για σιωπή. «Ραντεβού στις ψιχάλες» έγραφε ο κεραυνός και συστημένος ερχόταν προς παράδοση. Υπάκουα στις προσταγές του ασύνθετου σκοπού μιας άγραφης ροκιάς. Ήμουν η «Παρανόμως Επόμενη».

Ang.R