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Γρηγόρης Μπιθικώτσης - Οι μοιραίοι

Στίχοι: Κώστας Βάρναλης
Μουσική: Μίκης Θεοδωράκης
Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Γρηγόρης Μπιθικώτσης

Mες την υπόγεια την ταβέρνα,
μες σε καπνούς και σε βρισές
(απάνω στρίγγλιζε η λατέρνα)
όλ' η παρέα πίναμ' εψές·
εψές, σαν όλα τα βραδάκια,
να πάνε κάτου τα φαρμάκια.

Σφιγγόταν ένας πλάι στον άλλο
και κάπου εφτυούσε καταγής.
Ω! πόσο βάσανο μεγάλο
το βάσανο είναι της ζωής!
Όσο κι ο νους να τυραννιέται,
άσπρην ημέρα δε θυμιέται.

Ήλιε και θάλασσα γαλάζα
και βάθος τ' άσωτ' ουρανού!
Ω! της αβγής κροκάτη γάζα,
γαρούφαλα του δειλινού,
λάμπετε, σβήνετε μακριά μας,
χωρίς να μπείτε στην καρδιά μας!


( Tου ενού ο πατέρας χρόνια δέκα
παράλυτος, ίδιο στοιχειό·
τ' άλλου κοντόημερ' η γυναίκα
στο σπίτι λυώνει από χτικιό·
στο Παλαμήδι ο γιος του Mάζη
κ' η κόρη του Γιαβή στο Γκάζι.

― Φταίει το ζαβό το ριζικό μας!
― Φταίει ο Θεός που μας μισεί!
― Φταίει το κεφάλι το κακό μας!
― Φταίει πρώτ' απ' όλα το κρασί!
Ποιος φταίει; ποιος φταίει; Kανένα στόμα
δεν τό βρε και δεν τό πε ακόμα.

Έτσι στη σκοτεινή ταβέρνα
πίνουμε πάντα μας σκυφτοί.
Σαν τα σκουλήκια, κάθε φτέρνα
όπου μας έβρει μας πατεί.
Δειλοί, μοιραίοι κι άβουλοι αντάμα,
προσμένουμε, ίσως, κάποιο θάμα! )

 

[Decembered]

Abwarts-Τουρκενμπλουζ


Wir sind die Leichen von Kalkutta
Und Heroin aus Amsterdam
Das gelbe Fieber aus Rotchina
Und eine Straße nach Hanoi
Wir sind die Ratten aus Neu-Delhi
Und eine U-Bahn in New York
Wir sind die Cholera bei Hertie
Und das Plastik aus Hong Kong
Ich traf meinen Bruder in der Sahara-ra
Er fragte mich nach einem Transistorradio
Und einem Arbeitsvertrag
In der Bundesrepublik
In irgendeiner Fabrik
Mein bester Bruder in der Sahara
Willst du auch ein Stück vom großen Kuchen?
Vom großen Bruder?
Ay-yai-ah-ya
Wir sind die Bombe von Hiroshima
Und so süß wie Marzipan
Wir sind die Bombe von Hiroshima
Und so süß wie Marzipan

 

[Decembered]

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm fallin' on the ground
How do you hide, how do you hide your love?
Now look here, baby, it sure looks sweet
In the sleep time, out on the street
Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?
Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love?
Alright, boy
Yeah
Oh, been a sick man, I wanna cry
Lord, I'm a drunk man, but now I'm dry
Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?
Now look here, baby, you sure look cheap
I make money seven days a week
Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?
Why do you hide, baby, hide from the man that you love?
Come on, my man, hurry up
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? Alright
Come on, come on, come out
Come on, I want, I want
Oh, babe, I'm reachin', reachin' high
Oh, yeah, I'm fallin' out of the sky
Why do you hide, hide from the man that you love?
Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?
Why do you hide it, baby, hide from the man that you love
That you love? Well, well, well, well
+1
...met her at an old pawnshop...

 

[Mr Spock]

Fashion (2017 Remaster)



There's a brand new dance
But I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
Do again and again
It's big and it's bland
Full of tension and fear
They do it over there
But we don't do it here
Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion, turn to the right
Ooh fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep, beep-beep
Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me
No
Beep-beep
There's a brand new talk
But it's not very clear, ooh bop
That people from good homes
Are talking this year, ooh bop, fashion
It's loud and it's tasteless
I've not heard it before, ooh bop
You shout it while you're dancing
On the dance floor, ooh bop, fashion
Fashion, turn to the left
Fashion (Right)
Fashion
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Listen to me, don't listen to me
Talk to me, don't talk to me
Dance with me, don't dance with me
No
Beep-beep, beep beep
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion
Ooh bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la



......... δώρο κόντρα ξύρισμα από τον Robert Fripp στο ρεφρέν

 

[Mr Spock]

Ich liebe dich
Ich liebe dich nicht
Ich liebe dich nicht mehr
Ich liebe dich nicht mehr
Ich liebe dich nicht mehr
Oder weniger als du
Als du mich geliebt hast
Als du mich noch geliebt hast
Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön
Die warmen Hände sind so kalt
Alle Uhren bleiben steh'n
Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald
Such ich dich hinter dem Licht
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?
So allein will ich nicht sein
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?
Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön
Die warmen Hände sind so kalt
Alle Uhren bleiben stehen
Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald
Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön
Die warmen Hände sind so kalt
Alle Uhren bleiben stehen
Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald
Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?
So allein will ich nicht sein
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?
Ich such dich unter jedem Stein
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?
Ich schlaf mit einem Messer ein
Wo bist du? Wo bist du?




. . . & ΒΡΟΝΤΟτραγουδάμε !

 

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Μιας κ έχουμε Αύγουστο...

Ταξίδι_Μαρινα Σπανού


Σε ένα αδιάφορο πάρτι
Στεκόσουν στην άκρη
Μ' ένα τσιγάρο ανάμεσα στα χείλη
Σαν να έψαχνες κάτι
Να σου μοιάζει με χάδι
Στον κόσμο που δεν μπορεί να σε κρατήσει

Νομίζω πως κάπου σε έχω ξαναδεί
Το Παγκράτι μαζί σου θυμίζει μια εποχή
Που δεν έχω ζήσει
Είπα μια μέρα θα μας κάνω μουσική
Και έτσι θα μείνουμε για πάντα ζωντανοί
Στην πόλη μπλεγμένοι

Μα εσύ είσαι ταξίδι χωρίς προορισμό
Χωρίς προορισμό
Και εγώ θα σε περιμένω
Μου αρκεί να περιμένω σε κα
Σε κάποιο σταθμό

Στην κίτρινη Αθήνα
Περπατούσες σαν ποίημα
Χαζεύοντας γάτες που 'μαθαν πως μεθάμε
Μα τώρα που ξημερώνει
Η μυρωδιά σε πληγώνει
Και στέκομαι εδώ σε κοιτάζω, να τρέχεις

Για μέρη που δεν διαλέξανε εμάς
Στα μπαλκόνια της εφηβικής σου γειτονιάς
Τους φόβους να καπνίζεις
Το ξέρω πως κοντά μου θα πονάς
Και η διαδρομή της μοναξιάς δε σε λερώνει

Μα εσύ είσαι ταξίδι χωρίς προορισμό
Χωρίς προορισμό
Και εγώ θα σε περιμένω
Μου αρκεί να περιμένω σε κα
Σε κάποιο σταθμό

Μα εσύ είσαι ταξίδι χωρίς προορισμό
Χωρίς προορισμό
Και εγώ θα σε περιμένω
Μου αρκεί να περιμένω σε κα

Σε κάποιο σταθμό
Σε ψάχνω σε κάθε πάρτι
Σε κάθε γωνιά στο Παγκράτι

_________

Under the Jasmine_Mark kelly/Soraya Ksontini


Taht el jasmina fellil
Nassima el ward m'hanine
Taht el jasmina fellil
Nassima el ward m'hanine
Leghssan alia t'mil
Temssahli fi demat ini
Leghssan alia t'mil
Temssahli fi demat ini

The lashes that wrap around her eyes
Fill me up, fill me up till i cry
Grab my heart and emotions
Make me angry, make me wish i could fly
No it's not easy no when you leave me under the jasmine tree
No it's not easy no when you leave me under the jasmine tree

Jnina mzayenha al nawar
Fahat men rihet alazhar
Jnina mzayenha al nawar
Fahat men rihet alazhar
Tfakartek chaalet al nar
Amletli hiba fi knini
Tfakartek chaalet al nar
Amletli hiba fi knini

And in this garden where you held my hand
I walk alone but you're still here by my side
All those memories that you bring
Leave me in sweet agony
Oh it's not easy no when you leave me under the jasmine tree

Oh it's not easy no when you leave me

under the jasmine tree
Under the jasmine tree
Under the jasmine tree
Under the jasmine tree
Under the jasmine tree

Under the jasmine
Under the jasmine
Under the jasmine tree
Under the jasmine
Under the jasmine

Under the jasmine tree

Under jasmine tree
Under jasmine tree
Under jasmine tree
Under jasmine tree

 

[Mr Spock]

Δεν τούς βρήκα αλλιώς ...

 

[Snow Whitty]

AURORA - Exhale Inhale


I was a moving thing
Before I was a human being
I was the ice before it melts
I was the tree before it fell
My dear, come near
Do you understand what is happening?
Crawl beneath the earth
To feel the hunger and the thirst
If you could fly and be the bird
Then you would see the forest burn
My dear, come near
Do you understand what is happening?
Who is calling me for the emergency?
(Mm-mmm-mmm-mmm)
Who is listening to the sirens singing?
We are stood and somehow calm
Within the madness of the storm
With no solution for the scared
Tasting pollution in the air
My dear, come near
Do you feel my hand? It is there
inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
(Exhale) inhale
Who is calling me for the emergency?
(Mm-mmm-mmm-mmm)
Who is listening to the sirens singing?
Take from our world no more
Take from our world no more
Take from our world no more
Take from our world no more

 

[Decembered]

Fad Gadget - Luxury


Luxury
Diamonds and pearls
Champagne and caviar
Cigars and girls
A private plane, a shiny car
Gold, silver and ivory
To have the Midas touch
Would it be enough for me
Can a man ever have enough
Luxury
The things I want
The things I need
One is a hunger
One is greed
Fox furs and mink
Sugar, stocks and shares
Gourmet food and drink
Up a marble flight of stairs
Suntans and shades
A yacht anchored in Saint Tropez
Butler, cook, housemaids
Can no one ever turn away
Luxury
The things I want
The things I need
One is a hunger
One is greed - tap up luxury
Luxury
The things I want - talking 'bout the things you want
The things I need - don't you worry 'bout the things you need
One is a hunger - oh
One is greed - live your life in luxury
The things I want - talking 'bout the things you want
The things I need - don't you worry 'bout the things you need
One is a hunger - help me
One is greed - learn to lap up luxury
-------
για να.....παμε στο...
Frank Tovey - you wont get that from me...

There's a sign on the door saying
No fools allowed
But I just knocked and grinned
You looked through the spy hole
And opened your mouth
And I put my foot right in
I was scared to tread on
Your white fitted carpet
It made me feel unclean
And the food that you wasted
On my behalf
Well that was quite obscene

You point at the sky
When you can't even see your finger
And that's alright by me
But you want me to want
What you have got
And you won't get that from me

Oh your pedestales, statues
And chandeliers
And the gold that you flaunt around
You can't eat it, your can't drink it
Doesn't keep you warm at night
And when you hit it
It doesn't even make a sound
Your art collection it must of
Cost a mint
But you don't get it at all
You should've taken all the notes
Straight from the bank
And just pasted them
Up on your wall

Well if you're so happy
And you're so secure
Why don't you let me be?
But you want me to want
What you have got
And you won't get that from me

There's no denying you are a winner
But in this race I cannot compete
It's the studs you have to wear
To get up that twisted stair
And I don't like getting blood
On my feet
But maybe one day i'll meet you
On the road
And we can share a joke
You can tell me how you gave away
Everything you had
And now you're completely broke

Well i'll tip my hat
And wish you good luck
And leave you in the lap of luxury
But if you want me to want what
You have got
Then you won't get that from me

<3

 

[Decembered]

-βεβαια
YOUR STUPID FRIENDS

Your stupid friends
Hang on the corner
Wasting what lives they have
Hear how they blabber
See how they posture
But they don't accomplish much
I would have treated you nice
But you acted as cold as ice
Then I saw you, drunk at the bar
With your stupid friends

What wasted days
Such empty nights
Find you bound with the same old crowd
They like to fight, they like to drink
They always lie but they never think
O how could you be so dumb
Wasting all of your time with scum?
And when you arrive at the end of your life
What will your tombstone read?

Your stupid friends
Some bought the good life
Like the smug adults that they are
Bracelets of gold and a sailboat
And a bright new shiny car
They wasted afternoons at the mall
Buying crap which means nothing at all
What do they have to show
For all their wasted time?

Your stupid friends
Carry on
Like they're still back in Junior High
Soap opera intrigue and empty gossip
Take the place of real life
I would have treated you nice
But you acted as cold as ice
And then I saw you, drunk at the bar
With your stupid friends

 

[Mr Spock]

Lou Reed - September song

From "Lost in the stars - The Music of Kurt Weill"








When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For its a long, long while, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September
And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
September, November
And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a little money, and I have a little pain
And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song

 

[Mr Spock]

J.B. Lenoir - Alabama Blues






I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me
I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me
You know they killed my sister and my brother
And the whole world let them peoples go down there free
I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me
I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me
Oh God I wish you would rise up one day
Lead my peoples to the land of pea'
My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down
My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down
I can't help but to sit down and cry sometime
Think about how my poor brother lost his life
Alabama, Alabama, why you wanna be so mean?
Alabama, Alabama, why you wanna be so mean?
You got my people behind a barb wire fence
Now you tryin' to take my freedom away from me



. . . & σε πιο swamp-rock-blues , εκτέλεση

The Last Drive - Alabama Blues (J.B. Lenoir) @Passport, Piraeus 26/04/2013

 

[Decembered]

...μιας και το φερε ο ανεμος.


Θα πεθάνω ένα πένθιμο του φθινόπωρου δείλι
μεσ’ στην κρύα μου κάμαρα, όπως έζησα μόνος
στη στερνή αγωνία μου τη βροχή θε ν’ ακούω
και τον κούφιο τον θόρυβο που ανεβάζει ο δρόμος

Θα πεθάνω ένα πένθιμο του φθινόπωρου δείλι
μέσα σ’επιπλα ξένα και σε σκόρπια βιβλία,
θα με βρουν στο κρεββάτι μου. Θε ναρθεί ο αστυνόμος
θα με θάψουν σαν άνθρωπο που δεν είχε ιστορία.

Απ’ τους φίλους που παίζαμε πότε-πότε χαρτιά
θα ρωτήσει κανένας τους έτσι απλά: «-Τον Ουράνη
μην τον είδε κανείς; Εχει μέρες που χάθηκε!…»
Θ’ απαντήσει άλλος παίζοντας: «-Μ’ αυτός έχει πεθάνει».

Μια στιγμή θα κοιτάξουνε ο καθένας τον άλλον,
θα κουνήσουν περίλυπα και σιγά το κεφάλι,
θε να πουν: Τ’ ειν’ ο άνθρωπος!… Χτες ακόμα ζούσε!»
Και βουβά το παιγνίδι τους θ’ αρχινήσουνε πάλι.

Κάποιος θάναι συνάδελφος στα «ψιλά» που θα γράψει
πως «προώρως απέθανεν ο Ουράνης στην ξένη,
νέος γνωστός εις τους κύκλους μας, πούχε κάποτ’ εκδώσει
συλλογήν με ποιήματα πολλά υποσχομένην».

Κι αυτός θάναι ο στερνός της ζωής μου επιτάφιος.
Θα με κλάψουνε βέβαια μόνο οι γέροι γονιοί μου
και θα κάνουν μνημόσυνο με περίσιους παπάδες
όπου θάναι όλοι οι φίλοι μου κι ίσως-ίσως οι οχτροί μου.

Θα πεθάνω ένα πένθιμο του φθινόπωρου δείλι
σε μια κάμαρα ξένη στο πολύβοο Παρίσι,
και μια Κίττυ θαρώντας πως την ξέχασα γι’ άλλην
θα μου γράψει ένα γράμμα -και νεκρό θα με βρίσει.

 

[jag]

 

[Decembered]

This morning i took Eddy to the station
Put him on a train sent him home
He came out here just looking for some answers
He only found out what he always knew
He looked for Jesus but he only found the devil
But the devil is an easy man to find
He's looking in your finger on that trigger
He's swimming in that cheap bottle of wine
Good old Sally was a lady of the evening
And Eddy was drunk like every night before
He told her that tonight he'd come to save her
They found her with her skull crushed on the floor
They cornered Eddy down at the old whorehouse
Said he only wanted to go home
Four to three bullets entered Eddy's body
Just like he lived he died there all alone
I went to Sally's funeral in the morning
Just me, the preacher, and the undertaker John
We buried her up there and bought a ?!
I sold my gun to pay for her headstone
Eddy found out nothing he didn't already know
But even Jesus can not save someone unwilling to atone
You can blame your sins on your family
On a woman, on a broken heart
But come judgment day when its time to pay
You'll be standing there alone
This morning i took Eddy to the station
Put him on a train sent him home

 

[bretsos]

Εεεεεεε ε ε ει ε ε ει
στου παιδιού μου τη χαρά ] 3x
έσφαξα ένα κόκορα
έφαγε όλη η Σαμψούντα χόρτασε κι Τραπεζούντα
έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν το σαλβάρι τρύπαν έχει ] 2x

Εεεεεεε ε ε ει ε ε ει
κάνε με κυρά μδ γαμπρό ] 3x
τι καλό παιδί ειμ' εγώ
τα παπούτσια που φοράω στο τσαγκάρη τα χρωστάω
έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν το σαλβάρι τρύπαν έχει ] 2x

Εεεεεεε ε ε ει ε ε ει
το μάθατε τι έγινε γειτόνισσες τη νύχτα ] 3x
μου κλέψανε το τέντζερη μαζί με τα ρεβίθια
έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν έχει-ν το σαλβάρι τρύπαν έχει ] 2x

 

[Snow Whitty]

Grace under Pressure



Every time I see a child without a home of his own
Or a woman struggling to feed her family alone
Or an innocent man found guilty with nowhere to go
Who′s to blame?

Who's responsible for making sure the farmer gets his rain?
Why is a victim fighting for each day of his life in vain?
Can a man be guilty when his motives are insane?
Who′s to blame?

(What can we do?)
I only wish that I could say
I wish that everything bad would up and go away
(How can we help?)
I wish that I knew how
I wish the love would rain down on me now

Grace under pressure
That's what we need to survive
Just to stay alive, just to stay alive
Grace under pressure
Just a little grace when the going gets tough, that's enough


When your mother tells you, your father didn′t care
But she never gave you reasons why he was never there
That a wife and a child were not conducing to his plans
Ask who′s to blame?

(What can we do?)
I only wish I knew
I wish that everything that's bad would up and go away and leave
(How can we help?)
I only wish I could say
I wish that everything that′s bad would up and fly, fly away


Grace under pressure
Fly away
All I need's is a little pressure
All I need′s a little grace
Grace under pressure
When the going gets rough that's enough



I′m gonna look to the sky
Grace under pressure
Lift my head up high
Under pressure
Grace, my lord grace
Grace under pressure
Lift your head up to the sky
Grace under pressure


John Themis, Andy Whitmore, Derek Green, Beverly Skeete, Bruce Forest :Lyrics

Grace Under Pressure

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