- ΟΙ ΜΕΛΩΔΙΕΣ ΤΩΝ ΨΥΧΩΝ...'Η....God is a((D_j*)) - .-= Η ΨΥΧΗ =-.

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gota helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

ΝΑΙ,ΝΑΙ,ΜΩΡΟ,
Η ΝΤΟΛΤΣΕ ΒΙΤΑ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΜΑΓΙΚΟΣ ΚΟΣΜΟΣ
ΚΑΝΕΙΣ ΔΕΝ ΑΚΟΥΓΕ
ΟΜΟΡΦΟ ΜΩΡΟ,ΜΙΚΡΕ ΑΦΕΛΗ
ΕΦΗΒΕ ΣΤΑΡΛΕΤ,Σ΄ΕΡΩΤΕΥΤΗΚΑ

ΕΣΥ,ΕΣΥ ΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΧΤΕΝΑ
ΔΕΙΧΝΕΙΣ ΜΙΑ ΧΑΡΑ,ΜΕ ΚΑΘΕ ΤΡΟΠΟ
ΘΑ΄ΠΡΕΠΕ ΝΑ ΞΕΡΩ
ΘΑ ΜΕ ΚΟΙΤΟΥΣΕΣ ΚΑΙ ΕΠΕΙΤΑ ΘΑ ΕΦΕΥΓΕΣ ΜΑΚΡΙΑ.

ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΑΛΜΠΟΥΜ'PARALLEL LINES'1978

Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're alright
There's nothing wrong
Self-sufficience please!
And get to work
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is too exhausted
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me

Getting the message?
GET A LIFE!!!

ΠΡΟΣΠΟΙΗΣΟΥ ΠΩΣ ΔΕΝ ΜΟΥ ΧΡΩΣΤΑΣ ΤΙΠΟΤΑ
ΚΙ ΟΛΟΣ Ο ΚΟΣΜΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΠΡΑΣΙΝΟΣ
ΘΑ ΓΥΡΙΣΟΥΜΕ ΣΤΙΣ ΠΑΛΙΕΣ ΜΕΡΕΣ ΞΑΝΑ
ΚΙ ΟΛΟΣ Ο ΚΟΣΜΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΠΡΑΣΙΝΟΣ.

ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΑΛΜΠΟΥΜ'BLOOD MONEY'2002
TOM WAITS'ALL THE WORLD IS GREEN'
ΤΟ ΑΦΙΕΡΩΝΩ ΣΤΙΣ ΘΗΛΥΚΕΣ ΥΠΑΡΞΕΙΣ ΤΟΥ ΦΟΡΟΥΜ

ΣΑΣ ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ ΟΛΟΥΣ ΚΑΙ ΟΛΑ.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's 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.

The Doors - THE GHOST SONG

Lah ah ah the greatest moment
Lah ah ah the greatest day
Lah ah ah the greatest love of them all

ΔΩΣΕ ΜΟΥ ΠΕΡΙΣΣΟΤΕΡΟ ΑΠΟ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ ΧΑΔΙ
ΙΚΑΝΟΠΟΙΗΣΕ ΑΥΤΗΝ ΤΗΝ ΠΕΙΝΑ
ΑΦΗΣΕ ΤΟΝ ΑΝΕΜΟ ΝΑ ΦΥΣΗΞΕΙ ΣΤΗΝ ΚΑΡΔΙΑ ΣΟΥ
ΓΙΑΤΙ ΑΓΡΙΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ Ο ΑΝΕΜΟΣ
ΑΓΡΙΟΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ Ο ΑΝΕΜΟΣ

Μ΄ΑΓΓΙΖΕΙΣ,ΑΚΟΥΩ ΤΟΝ ΗΧΟ ΤΟΥ ΜΑΝΤΟΛΙΝΟΥ
ΜΕ ΦΙΛΑΣ,ΜΕ ΤΟ ΦΙΛΙ ΣΟΥ ΞΕΚΙΝΑ Η ΖΩΗ ΜΟΥ
ΕΙΣΑΙ Η ΑΝΟΙΞΗ ΓΙΑ ΜΕΝΑ,ΤΑ ΠΑΝΤΑ ΓΙΑ ΜΕΝΑ
ΔΕΝ ΤΟ ΞΕΡΕΙΣ ΠΩΣ ΕΙΣΑΙ Η ΖΩΗ Η ΙΔΙΑ;

DAVID BOWIE 'WILD IS THE WIND'
ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΑΛΜΠΟΥΜ 'STATION TO STATION'1976

Yeah, I said it's all right
I won't forget
All the times I waited patiently for you
I think you'll do (just what) you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love, with almost everyone
I think that people are the greatest fun
And I will be alone again tonight, my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love with almost everyone
I think that people are the greatest fun
And I will be alone again tonight, my dear

Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock
upon my door,
and waiting... for Promised Land.

Standing neck deep in life,
my ring of brass lay rusting on the floor.
Is this all?
Because it's not what I expected.

Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close fled the fast lane.
I didn't notice, I just had to make it.
Head down, nose in the grindstone;
the kiss of life placed on my brow
kept sliddin' to the ground
and now it's buried six feet under.

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son."

Where did it all go wrong?
What's the use in even holding on?
Here's to love, hate... and promises.

Almost called it today.
Turned to face "The Void"
numb with the suffering
and the question,
"Why am I...?"
So many times I've tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for that nail.
Life's been like
dragging feet through sand,
and never finding... Promised Land.

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite song."
Where did it all go wrong?
I feel like I'm dying.
Here's to love, to hate,
to promises and Promised Land lies.