- ΟΙ ΜΕΛΩΔΙΕΣ ΤΩΝ ΨΥΧΩΝ...'Η....God is a((D_j*)) - .-= Η ΨΥΧΗ =-.
«Manic Man» - Blaine L. Reininger
Από την ταινία «Το Παλτό» του Νικ. Τριανταφυλλίδη
((Ως διόρθωση στην ατάκα και γενικώς. Αν το βρεις, πάρτο, αξίζει. Και το φιλμάκι παραπάνω από εξαιρετικό. Ταξίδι στο ορατό και μη... Ο Νικόλας απέχει έτη φωτός, σε ό,τι φτιάχνει. Enjoy! >14 [κλικ]))
The morning sheetsΆ surprising stain
ItΆs not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
ItΆs not that red
ItΆs not as golden as ZeusΆ famous shower
It doesnΆt, not at all, come from above
ItΆs in the open but it doesnΆt get stolen
ItΆs not that gold
ItΆs not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
ItΆs not that gold
I wish this would be your colour?
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as MalevitchΆs square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternightΆs tale
It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour?
Your colour, I wish
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?Sabrina?, Silence is sexy - by Einsturzende Neubauten
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«Whom virtue unites?»
URUA!©Moz
((Aφιερωμένο εξαιρετικά στον θείο Malevitch και «στην πάρτη μου».))
Queens~ryche
Chasing blue sky
Shakin time, she needs
Taking rides...to somewhere
Lets lose our minds, no hurry
Im the wakeful night, with dreams...or something
Chasing blue sky,
Were chasing blue sky
Taking time from all this worry
Mesmerized by the waves of your smile
I wish that I could say something
But youre the rose colored glass I see through
Ill see you through
Chasing blue sky, Were chasing blue sky
Chasing blue sky, Were chasing blue sky
Chasing blue sky, Were chasing blue sky
Chasing blue sky, Were chasing blue sky
Ryche..Screaming in Digital
Music & Lyrics: Chris DeGarmo, Scott Rockenfield, Geoff Tate, Michael Wilton
There's hunger in Africa,
and anger on assembly lines.
At the touch of a button
I'm miles away.
I want no connection, just information,
and I'm gone.
I feel so helpless,
so I turn my gaze to another place.
My global mind reaches out for the truth.
Why try holding back the wave?
You'll only drown in the changes.
You've got to learn to let go.
Just let go and experience the flight.
Try to see from a different side..
If balance is the key
maybe we'll see
a future understanding,
then we won't feel so helpless,
an turn away and hide from the change.
My global mind searches for something new.
My global mind zeros in on news.
Time and rules are changing.
Attention span is quickening.
Welcome to the Information Age.
I feel so helpless,
so I turn my gaze to another place.
My global mind searches for something new.
My global mind zeros in on news.
My global mind reaches out for the truth.
My global mind zeros in on you.
It's searching everywhere,
across the mountains,
across the oceans,
across every man made line.
No boundary gonna keep it from you
Ryche..
I Remember Now
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side...
(...)
Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side...
Edited by - Moz on 06/07/2005 22:40:36
Μου άρεσε
η καθαρότητα, η διαφάνεια του ήχου.
...και το καταθέτω:
Ε-δώ
μη ρωτάς για ό,τι βλέπεις,
το - Φως
της αυριανής ημέρας,
μη ρωτάς
για ό,τι βλέπεις,
δεν θα ζητήσει ποτέ τη γνώμη σου.
Μην προσπαθείς να μάθεις,
πότε
θα είναι η σειρά σου.
Μην λε-η-λατείς
τα χαμόγελα,
που σου προσφέρουν.
Κράτησε την α-νά-μνηση
από το ά-ρωμα κάποιας χειραψίας...
Δεν είναι,
λίγη ανταμοιβή.
Ε-δώ
στην όχθη - της - λογικής
της ε-γκα-τά-λειψης.
(όποιος γνωρίζει την ταυτότητα του ανωτέρω, ας την συμπληρώσει)
Μουσική: Μαρίζα Κωχ, Στίχοι: Νίκος Καββαδίας, Ερμηνεία: Μαρίζα Κωχ
στάλα τη στάλα συναγμένο απ' το κορμί σου
σε τάσι αρχαίο, μπακιρένιο αλγερινό,
που κοινωνούσαν πειρατές πριν πολεμήσουν.
Πανί δερμάτινο, αλειμμένο με κερί,
οσμή από κέδρο, από λιβάνι, από βερνίκι,
όπως μυρίζει αμπάρι σε παλιό σκαρί
χτισμένο τότε στον Ευφράτη στη Φοινίκη.
Σκουριά πυρόχρωμη στις μίνες του Σινά.
Οι κάβες της Γερακινής και το Στρατόνι.
Το επίχρισμα. Η Aγια σκουριά που μας γεννά,
Μας τρέφει, τρέφεται από μας, και μας σκοτώνει.
- Πούθ' έρχεσαι;
- Απ' τη Βαβυλώνα.
- Πού πας;
- Στο μάτι του κυκλώνα.
- Ποιαν αγαπάς;
- Κάποια τσιγγάνα.
- Πώς τη λένε;
- Φάτα Μοργκάνα.
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
If youve got someone to blame
You said one love
One life
When its one need
In the night
One love we get to share it
It leaves you baby if you dont care for it
Did i disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well its too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We're one but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgivness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play jesus
To the lepors in your head
Did i ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing now
Its all i got
We're one but we're not the same
Well we hurt each other and we're doin it again
You said love is a temple
Love the higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
I cant be holdin on
To what youve got
When all youve got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
Youve got to do what you should
One life with each other
Sister
Brothers
One life but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
«One» by Johnny Cash
technoshamanism_uberalles
AuM_©Z
Με όσα βρήκα φυλαχτά
πάνω σου περασμένα
με τόσες κρύες θάλασσες
τα μάτια σου μπλεγμένα
Θέλω να πάρω πάνω μου
όλη τους την ευθύνη
για όσα χρόνια είδανε
να φεύγουνε σα σμήνη
Θυμάσαι όλες τις βραδιές
που μοιάζαν μεσημέρια
και ιστορίες που έζησες
και σου 'μειναν στα χέρια
Για κάτι δράκους που παλιά
τρώγαν φιλιά να ζήσουν
και για του χρόνου τα σκυλιά
που όλους θα μας νικήσουν
Κι εγώ που θέλω απ' τη ζωή
τα πάντα κι άλλο τόσο
δε βρίσκω κάτι ακριβό
τώρα πια να σου δώσω
Μόνο αυτό που κυνηγά
το άρρωστο μυαλό μου
έτσι κι αλλιώς δεν ήτανε
και δε θα 'ναι δικό μου
I saw him playing chess with Death yesterday
His crusade was a search - for God and their same
It's been a long way to carry on
Anybody hear of plague in this town?
The town I've left behind was burned to the ground
A young girl on a stake, her face framed in flames
Cried "I'm not a witch - God knows my name"
The knight he watched with fear - he needed to know
He ran where he might feel Gods breath
And in the misty church, he knelt to confess
The face within the booth was Mr Death
My life's a vain pursuit - of meaningless miles
Why can't God touch me with a sign?
"Perhaps there's no-one there" answered the booth
And Death hid within his cloak and smiled
This morning I played chess with Death said the Knight
We played that he might grant me time
My bishop and my knights will shatter his flanks
And still I might feel God's heart in mine
And through confessions grill - Death's laughter was heard
The Knight cried "No, you've cheated me"
But still I find a way - we'll meet once again
And once again continue to play
They met within the woods - the knight, his squire and friends
And Death said "Now the game shall end&quit;
The final move was made - the knight hung his head
And said "You've won - I have nothing left to play"
The minstrel filled with visions - sang to his love
To look against the stormy sky
The knight, his squire and friends - their hands held as one
Silently danced towards the dawn
His hourglass in his hands - his scythe by his side
The master Death, he leads them on
The rain will wash away - the tears from their faces
And as the thunder cracked - they were gone
«The Seventh Seal» by In The Nursery
(«Anatomy of a Poet»)