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

All that you touch and all that you see
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love and all that you hate
all you distrust, all you save
and all that you give and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
and all you create and all you destroy
and all that you do and all that you say
and all that you eat and everyone you meet
and all that you slight and everyone you fight
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun is IN TUNE
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon

ΠΑΩ ΓΙΑ ΤΟ ΜΑΓΙΚΟ ΡΟΦΗΜΑ...
Ο ΗΧΟΣ ΜΙΑΣ ΦΥΣΑΡΜΟΝΙΚΑΣ...
ΞΕΜΥΤΙΖΕΙ ΑΠΟ ΤΟ ΠΟΥΘΕΝΑ ΜΟΥ...
+ ΚΑΘΕ ΠΟΥ ΣΤΑΜΑΤΑ...
ΜΙΑ ΦΩΝΗ ΕΠΑΝΑΛΜΑΒΑΝΕΙ ΤΟΝ ΗΧΟ ΤΟΥ ΑΕΡΑ...

"ONE MORE CUP OF COFFE FOR THE ROAD"

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

ΒΟΒ DYLAN

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!
EAGLES

ΙΣΩΣ ΧΡΕΙΑΣΤΕΙ ΝΑ ΤΟ ΔΙΑΒΑΣΟΥΜΕ..ΑΝΑΠΟΔΑ!((:)_(:))
ΑΣ ΤΟ ΜΕΛΕΤΗΣΟΥΜΕ ΣΙΩΠΗΛΑ ΛΟΙΠΟΝ..ΧΩΡΙΣ ΤΗΝ ΜΟΥΣΙΚΗ ΤΟΥ..

ΜΑΑΑ...ΔΕΝ ΓΙΝΕΤΑΙ!

..ΑΝΑΡΡΩΤΙΕΜΑΙ ΓΙΑΤΙ ((?_?))

Vande!

'manava seva, madhava seva'

HAVE I NO CONTROL, IS MY SOUL NOY MINE?
AM I NOT JUST MAN DESTINY DEFINED?
NEVER TO BE RULED NOR HELD TO HEEL.
NOT HEAVEN OR HELL JUST THE LAND BETWEEN.
AM I NOT MAN, DOES MY MY HEART NOT BLEED?
NO LORD, NO GOD, NO HATE, NO PITY, NO PAIN, JUST ME
COMPREHEND AND COUNTERMAND.
SYCHRONOUS GUIDANCE. ICHOOSE MU WAY.
NEVER TO BE RULED NOR HELD TO HEEL.
NOT HEAVEN OR HELL JUST THE LAND BETWEEN.

SO WHY DO I LOVE WHEN I STILL FEEL PAIN?
WHEN DES IT END ,WHEN IS MY WORK DONE?
WHY DO I LONE AND WHY DO I FEEL THAT I CARRY A SWORD THROUGH A BATTLEFIELD?
SO WHY DO I LOVE WHEN I STILL FEL PAIN? WHEN DOES IT END WHEN IS MY WOK DONE?
WHY DO I FIGHT AND WHY DO I FEEL THAT I CARRY A SWORD, THAT I CARRY A SWORD?

LIKE PATH TO HEAVEN OR THE ROAD TO HELL OUR CHOICE IS OUR CONSEQUENCES BIND.
WE ARE THE KINGS OF WISDOM, THE FOOLS AS WELL.
WE ARE THE GODS TO MANY, WE ARE HUMBLE MEN.
WE WHO BUILD GREAT WORKS JUST BREAK THEM DOWN.
WE WHO MAKE OUR RULES SO NEVER FAIL

"THE ROAD OF EXCELS LEADS TO THE PALACE OF WISDOM.( WILLIAM BLAKE)"

Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah

Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames

And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye

John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry

You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me

Hesperiidae
Papilionidae
Hyblaeoidae
Epiplemidae
Notodontidae
Nemeobiidae
Eupterotidae
Callidulidae

Dioptidae
Lymantriidae
Noctuidae
Endromidae
Oxytenidae
Lycaenidae
Argyresthiidae
Ctenuchidae

Nepticulidae
Hieroxestidae
Symmocidae
Blastobasidae
Heliozelidae
Limacodidae
Agonoxenidae
Compsoctenidae

Neopseustidae
Incurvariidae
Oecophoridae
Stenomidae
Thyrididae
Heliodinidae
Glyphipterigidae
Dudgeoneidae
ΤΗΕ COCTEAU TWINS

ΑΝΑΡΡΩΤΙΕΣΑΙ..
ΤΙ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΟΛΑ ΑΥΤΑ

ΕΙΝΑΙ ΟΝΟΜΑΤΑ ...ΨΥΧΩΝ...

ΜΕΤΑ ΤΗΝ ΜΕΤΑΜΟΡΦΩΣΗ...

ΠΕΤΑΛΟΥΔΕΣ...

((#_#))ΓΙΑ ΤΙΣ ΨΥΧΕΣ ΠΟΥ ΕΦΥΓΑΝ...ΓΙΑ ΤΙΣ ΨΥΧΕΣ ΠΟΥ ΘΑ 'ΡΘΟΥΝ..

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
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love's easy tears ... καταπληκτικό !!!!!

ΓΙΑ ΤΗΝ ΘΕΟ-ΠΝΕΥΣΤΗ ΚΑΙ ΦΩΤΟ-ΛΟΥΣΜΕΝΗ ΑΤΜΑ
(ΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΕΥΧΗ ΠΑΝΤΑ Ο ΟΡΦΕΑΣ ΚΑΙ Ο ΑΠΟΛΛΩΝΑΣ ΝΑ ΤΗΝ ΔΟΝΕΙ ΣΑΝ ΕΦΗΒΗ)

ΓΙΑ ΕΚΕΙΝΟΥΣ ΠΟΥ ΕΦΥΓΑΝ ΕΤΟΥΤΗ ΤΗ ΦΟΡΑ ΓΙΑ ΤΟΝ ΑΧΕΡΩΝΤΑ ΑΠΟ ΤΑ ΤΕΜΠΗ

Painted Black
Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

If you didn't care
what happened to me
and I didn't care
for you
we would zig-zag away
through the boredom and pain
ocassionaly glancing up through the rain
wondering
which of the buggers to blame
and watching for pigs on the wing

αλλά θέλει ήχο
ναι, οπωσδήποτε θέλει ήχο...

you will watch from the horizon
imprisoned by your own pleasures
bound by the material chains
we will supply
and when we have turned
one side oft he world's face
from the sun into the blackness
the other will then burn
under the slap of our greed.

Abuse ~~~ Anne Clark

Silent Warrior ~~ Enigma

The Rivers Of Belief ~~~Enigma

The Gate ~~~Enigma

Beyond The Invisible ~~~~~Enigma

I have often told you stories about the way
I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand and sing you songs
And may be you would say
Come lay with me and love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune.

Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.

Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Yes, I can hear the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.

Deep Purple

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

MADONNA~~~THE RAY OF LIGHT
(((((((*_*)))))))

To have and not to hold
So hot yet so cold
My heart is in your hand
And yet you never stand
Close enough for me to have my way
To love but not to keep
To laugh not to weep
Your eyes they go right through
And yet you never do
Anything to make me want to stay
Like a moth to a flame
Only I am to blame
Ba ba da ba ba ba
What can I do
Ba ba da ba ba ba
I go straight to you
Ba ba da ba ba ba
I've been told
You're to have
Not to hold
To look but not to see
To kiss but never be
The object of your desire
I'm walking on a wire
And there's no one at all
To break my fall.

MADONNA~~~THE RAY OF LIGHT
(((((((*_*)))))))