March 4, 2012
Jethro Tull - My Sunday Feeling
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me,
Now that the night is over.
Got to clear my head so I can see.
Till I get to put together,
That old feeling won't let me be.
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
I really don't remember,
But with one more cigarette and I think I might.
Till I get to put together,
Well that old feeling can't get me right.
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Oh, I don't feel so good.
Need someone to help me to my bed.
Till I get to put together,
That old feeling is in my head.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me,
Now that the night is over.
Got to clear my head so I can see.
Till I get to put together,
That old feeling won't let me be.
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
I really don't remember,
But with one more cigarette and I think I might.
Till I get to put together,
Well that old feeling can't get me right.
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
Oh, I don't feel so good.
Need someone to help me to my bed.
Till I get to put together,
That old feeling is in my head.
March 1, 2012
Απολογισμός
κι άλλες χαμένες μέρες,
ξεκοιλιασμένες μέρες,
εξατμισμένες μέρες.
εξατμισμένες μέρες.
κι άλλες χαραμισμένες μέρες,
σπαταλημένες μέρες,
δαρμένες μέρες,
ακρωτηριασμένες.
σπαταλημένες μέρες,
δαρμένες μέρες,
ακρωτηριασμένες.
το πρόβλημα είναι ότι
το άθροισμα των ημερών
μας κάνει μια ζωή,
τη ζωή μου.
το άθροισμα των ημερών
μας κάνει μια ζωή,
τη ζωή μου.
κάθομαι εδώ
εβδομήντα τριών χρονών
ξέροντας ότι ξεγελάστηκα
τα ʼκανα θάλασσα?
τσιγκλάω τα δόντια μου
με μια οδοντογλυφίδα
που
σπάει.
εβδομήντα τριών χρονών
ξέροντας ότι ξεγελάστηκα
τα ʼκανα θάλασσα?
τσιγκλάω τα δόντια μου
με μια οδοντογλυφίδα
που
σπάει.
ο θάνατος θα ʼπρεπε να ʼρχεται εύκολα:
σαν εμπορικό τρένο που
δεν τʼ ακούς όταν
έχεις
την πλάτη γυρισμένη.
σαν εμπορικό τρένο που
δεν τʼ ακούς όταν
έχεις
την πλάτη γυρισμένη.
Charles Bukowski
February 28, 2012
EMERSON LAKE & PALMER - The Sage
I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathed it every day
You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past turned to flesh
Eroded by time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess
Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our streams and our times
In that infinite moment
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathed it every day
You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past turned to flesh
Eroded by time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess
Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our streams and our times
In that infinite moment
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes
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