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Περί Μαγείας ...
Peter Green - Black Magic Woman Got a black magic woman I got a black magic woman Yes, I got a black magic woman Got me so blind I can't see But she's a black magic woman And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me Don't turn your back on me baby Don't turn your back on me baby Yes, don't turn your back on me baby You're messin' around with your tricks Don't turn your back on me baby 'Cause you might just break up my magic stick Break: You got your spell on me baby You got your spell on me baby Yes, you got your spell on me baby You're turning my heart into stone I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone Yes, I need you so bad Well, I need you darling Yeah, I need you darling Yes, I want you to love me I want you to love me Whoa, I want you to love me, ah Whoh, yeah Oh, whoa, baby Yes, I need your love Oh, I need your love so bad I want you to love me ---------------------------------------- Screaming Jay Hawkings - I Put a Spell on You I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine You better stop the things you do I ain't lyin' No I ain't lyin' You know I can't stand it You're runnin' around You know better daddy I can't stand it cause you put me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine You're mine I love ya I love you I love you I love you anyhow And I don't care if you don't want me I'm yours right now You hear me I put a spell on you Because you're mine |
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Ποίηση Άγγελου Σικελιανού Μουσική Μίκη Θεοδωράκη Ερμηνεία: Αντώνης Καλογιάννης & χορωδία Παίζει η συμφωνική ορχήστρα του Λονδίνου υπό τη διεύθυνση του συνθέτη. Το πολυτονικό είναι από το προτότυπο του ποιητή. Γιγάντιες σκέψεις, σὰ νέφη πύρινα ἢ νησιὰ πορφυρωμένα σὲ μυθικὸν ἡλιοβασίλεμα, ἄναβαν στὸ νοῦ μου, τὶ ὅλη μου καίονταν μονομιᾶς ἡ ζωὴ στὴν ἔγνοια τῆς καινούργιας λευτεριᾶς Σου, Ἑλλάδα. γι᾿ αὐτὸ δὲν εἶπα: Τοῦτο εἶναι τὸ φῶς τῆς νεκρικῆς πυρᾶς μου... Δαυλὸς τῆς Ἱστορίας Σου, ἔκραξα εἶμαι, καὶ νά, ἂς καεῖ σὰν δάδα τὸ ἔρμο μου κουφάρι, μὲ τὴν δάδα τούτην, ὀρθὸς πορεύοντας, ὡς μὲ τὴν ὕστερη ὥρα, ὅλες νὰ φέξουν τέλος οἱ γωνιὲς τῆς οἰκουμένης, ν᾿ ἀνοίξω δρόμο στὴν ψυχή, στὸ πνεῦμα, στὸ κορμί Σου, Ἑλλάδα. Εἶπα, καὶ ἐβάδισα κρατώντας τ᾿ ἀναμμένο μου συκώτι στὸν Καύκασό Σου, καὶ τὸ κάθε πάτημά μου ἦταν τὸ πρῶτο, κι ἦταν, θάρρευα, τὸ τελευταῖο, τὶ τὸ γυμνό μου πόδι ἔπατει μέσα στὰ αἵματά Σου, τί τὸ γυμνό μου πόδι ἐσκονταυε στὰ πτώματά Σου, γιατὶ τὸ σῶμα, ἡ ὄψη μου, ὅλο μου τὸ πνεῦμα καθρεφτιζόταν, σὰ σὲ λίμνη, μέσα στὰ αἱματά Σου. Ἐκεῖ, σὲ τέτοιον ἄλικο καθρέφτη. Ἑλλάδα, καθρέφτη ἀπύθμενο, καθρέφτη τῆς ἀβύσσου, τῆς Λευτεριᾶς Σου καὶ τῆς δίψας Σου, εἶδα τὸν ἑαυτό μου βαρὺ ἀπὸ κοκκινόχωμα πηλὸ πλασμένο, καινούργιο Ἀδὰμ τῆς πιὸ καινούργιας Πλάσης ὅπου νὰ πλάσουνε γιὰ Σένα μέλλει. Ἑλλάδα. |
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κι ένα στο πνεύμα των ημερών (ε καλά, όχι ότι θα άρεσε και στον Άνθιμο... :fioufiou:)
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Νεράιδα φανερώθηκε σε άδειο καλντερίμι Ήλιος χρυσός στα βλέφαρα και στο λαιμό ασήμι Γυμνή στο λιόγερμα βουτάει και στα ποτάμια τρέχει Χίλιες φορές τη βάφτισαν μα όνομα δεν έχει. Πώς ταξιδεύουν οι ψυχές και οι ζωές μας, πες μου Στις όχθες του Αχέροντα και στις πνοές του ανέμου. Ποια μοίρα φέρνουν τα νερά, ποια μυστικά κρυμμένα Ποια θάλασσα σε αγκαλιά τα έχει φυλαγμένα. Τα βράδια έρχεσαι κρυφά και μπαίνεις στα όνειρά μου Κόκκινα χείλη με φιλούν και βάφουν τα δικά μου Κι από το ύψωμα σα βγεις ξανά να σ' ανταμώσω Δώσ' μου τα χείλη σου να πιω το χρόνο να λαβώσω |
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ανατριχίλα, quiver..............
:o CHORUS: They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one As she stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses They grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped the tears that ran down my face CHORUS On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?' On the second day he came with a single rose Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?' I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?' CHORUS On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die' And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth |
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Άντε και το εποχιακό!
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, You gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, You gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance but you still catch my eye Tell me baby do you recognise me? Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me (Happy Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it Now I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again Chorus (Oooh. Oooh Baby) A crowded room, friends with tired eyes I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice My God I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on A face on a lover with a fire in his heart A man undercover but you tore me apart Oooh Oooh Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again Chorus A face on a lover with a fire in his heart (Gave you my heart) A man undercover but you tore me apart Next year I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special special someone someone I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special who'll give me something in return I'll give it to someone hold my heart and watch it burn I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special I've got you here to stay I can love you for a day I thought you were someone special gave you my heart I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone last christmas I gave you my heart you gave it away I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone |
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Παπαπα, Δημήτρη, το 'σκισες τελείως! :madwife:
Αυτό είναι το μόνο εποχιακό... ;) What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere What's this? There's white things in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There's people singing songs What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this? What's this? There are children throwing snowballs here Instead of throwing heads They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead There's frost on every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes And in my bones I feel the warmth That's coming from inside Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that looks so unique, inspired They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire What's this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun This looks like fun Oh, could it be I got my wish? What's this? Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Or ensnare them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this? The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Is absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Christmas Town, hmm... |
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1963...:) They say that falling in love is wonderful So wonderful, so they say The thing that's known as romance is wonderful So wonderful, so they tell me I can't recall who said it I know I never read it I only know they tell me that love is grand And if there's a moon up above It's wonderful, wonderful In every way So they say You'll leave your house one morning And without any warning You find yourself shouting that love is grand To hold your girl in your arms Is wonderful, wonderful In every way So they say |
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Pleased to meet you ...
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the Blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (woo woo, woo woo) I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (woo woo, woo woo) I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me (who who, who who) Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay (woo woo, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby (who who, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (woo woo, who who) Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (who who, who who) So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, have some taste (woo woo) Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mmm yeah (woo woo, woo woo) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, mmm yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, mmm mean it, get down (woo woo, woo woo) Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! (woo woo) Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame |
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:thumbup: Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to A song that I had only sang to just a few She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time And I will give to you summer wine Ohh-oh-oh summer wine Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine Ohhh-oh summer wine My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet She reassured me with an unfamiliar line And then she gave to me more summer wine Ohh-oh-oh summer wine :fioufiou: |
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I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh! I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.) Yeah! All around in my home town, They're tryin' to track me down; They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a deputy, For the life of a deputy. But I say: Oh, now, now. Oh! (I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff. (But I swear it was in selfdefence.) Oh, no! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah! I say: I shot the sheriff - Oh, Lord! - (And they say it is a capital offence.) Yeah! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah! Sheriff John Brown always hated me, For what, I don't know: Every time I plant a seed, He said kill it before it grow - He said kill them before they grow. And so: Read it in the news: (I shot the sheriff.) Oh, Lord! (But I swear it was in self-defence.) Where was the deputy? (Oo-oo-oh) I say: I shot the sheriff, But I swear it was in selfdefence. (Oo-oh) Yeah! Freedom came my way one day And I started out of town, yeah! All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown Aiming to shoot me down, So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say: If I am guilty I will pay. (I shot the sheriff,) But I say (But I didn't shoot no deputy), I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no! (I shot the sheriff.) I did! But I didn't shoot no deputy. Oh! (Oo-oo-ooh) Reflexes had got the better of me And what is to be must be: Every day the bucket a-go a well, One day the bottom a-go drop out, One day the bottom a-go drop out. I say: I - I - I - I shot the sheriff. Lord, I didn't shot the deputy. Yeah! I - I (shot the sheriff) - But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah! No, yeah! |
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Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. |
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:eek:καλα τωρα μολις το ακουγα :thumbup:
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... και με την ευκαιρία του progressive Genesis - White Mountain Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage, The fox lay asleep in his lair. Fang's frantic paws told the tale of his sin, Far off the chase shrieked revenge. Outcast he trespassed where no wolf may tread, The last sacred haunt of the dead. He learnt of a truth which only one wolf may know, The sceptre and crown of a king. Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack, Plunging through forest and snowstorm. Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky, Fang sped through jungles of ice. Hard on his trail, One-eye drew from the pack - An old hero conquered by none. Steep, far too steep, grew the pathway ahead, Descent was the only escape. A wolf never flees in the face of his foe, Fang knew the price he would pay - One-eye stood before him With the crown upon his head, Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow. Fang, son of Great Fang, the traitor we seek, The laws of the brethren say this: That only the king sees the crown of the gods, And he, the usurper, must die. Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe, But Fang fought the hero in vain. Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red - Never would the crown leave again. One-eye hid the crown and with laurels on his head Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace. |
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Δεν ξέρω γερμανικά και δεν είχα ψάξει ποτέ τους στίχους του παρακάτω τραγουδιού...
Μου φαίνεται όμως τόσο γοητευτικό που το αγαπάω χρόνια τώρα, κι ας μη ξέρω τι λέει... Τα τρία μέρη του πρωτότυπου τραγουδιού (17 λεπτά) μπορείτε να τα ακούσετε εδώ: I. Traum, II. Tagtraum: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xE5_B...eature=related ΙΙΙ. Am Fenster: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsJp7tGKvFU ...και μια ελληνική διασκευή: "Όνειρα" απο τους "Nomisma": (όχι πως μπορεί να συγκριθεί σε τίποτα με το πρωτότυπο, καλύτερα να το αφήναν στην ησυχία του το κομμάτι) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g783u9sc_GY Am Fenster - City Einmal wissen, dies bleibt für immer Ist nicht Rausch, der schon die Nacht verklagt Ist nicht Farbenschmelz noch Kerzenschimmer Von dem Grau des Morgens längst verjagt Einmal fassen, tief im Blute fühlen Dies ist mein und es ist nur durch dich Nicht die Stirne mehr am Fenster kühlen Dran ein Nebel schwer vorüber strich Einmal fassen tief im Blute fühlen Dies ist mein und es ist nur durch dich (στο αυθεντικό ποιήμα: Einmal wirklich finden und nicht wieder alles geben müssen, was man hält) Klagt ein Vogel, ach auch mein Gefieder Näßt der Regen flieg ich durch die Welt Flieg ich durch die Welt Einmal wissen, dies bleibt für immer Ist nicht Rausch, der schon die Nacht verklagt Ist nicht Farbenschmelz noch Kerzenschimmer Von dem Grau des Morgens längst verjagt Einmal fassen, tief im Blute fühlen Dies ist mein und es ist nur durch dich Nicht die Stirne mehr am Fenster kühlen Dran ein Nebel schwer vorüber strich Einmal fassen tief im Blute fühlen Dies ist mein und es ist nur durch dich (στο αυθεντικό ποιήμα: Einmal wirklich finden und nicht wieder alles geben müssen, was man hält) Klagt ein Vogel, ach auch mein Gefieder Näßt der Regen flieg ich durch die Welt Flieg ich durch die Welt Ελεύθερη μετάφραση στα ελληνικά: Το να μπορείς να ξέρεις, να γνωρίζεις, να μαθαίνεις είναι κάτι που παραμένει για πάντα. Δεν είναι μέθη, έκσταση, πάθος αυτό που νιώθω μέσα μου, που ήδη κυνηγά την νύχτα. Δεν είναι σμάλτο, μα κι ούτε η λάμψη κεριών Που το πρωινό γκρίζο την έδιωξε μακρυά Μια φορά αν το νιώσεις, παραμένει βαθιά μέσα στο αίμα. Είναι δικό μου και υπάρχει μόνο επειδή υπάρχεις εσύ. Μην δροσίζεις πια το μέτωπο στο παράθυρο, Έξω μια βαθιά ομίχλη απλώνεται. (Στο αυθεντικό: Μια φορά αν το βρεις πραγματικά, να μην αλλάξεις ποτέ αυτό που πιστεύεις). Το παράπονο ενός πουλιού αχ και το δικό μου φτέρωμα μουσκεύει η βροχή Πετώντας, ταξιδεύω στον κόσμο Πετώντας, ταξιδεύω στον κόσμο Πηγή στίχων - μετάφρασης |
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ίσως θα μπορούσε να να φταχτεί ένα Post ή μία κατηγορία post με τίτλο
η θάλασσα στη μουσική ή η θάλασσα στην τέχνη ή κάτι σχετικό. Νομίζω θα ήταν τρομερά ενδιαφέρον:) |
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Αν έχεις κάτι συγκεκριμένο στο μυαλό σου, κάνε την αρχή. :geia: |
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Ενα από τα αντιπροσωπευτικότερα LP που βγήκαν με την ετικέτα του "progressive rock" ήταν το "H to He Who Am the Only One" των Van Der Graaf Generator το μακρυνό (πλέον :cry:) 1970.
Οι έτσι κι αλλιώς μαγικοί "Van der Graaf" με την προσθήκη μάλιστα στο συγκεκριμένο αλμπουμ και του Robert Fripp, ακόμα με ταξιδεύουν. Απ' αυτό το άλμπουμ: "The emperor in his war room - I. The Emperor II. The room" i. THE EMPEROR Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night away from you You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between your fingers ... But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes, exposing the white of a knuckle ... flesh-and-metal forming letters in the mould. Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you think should die- Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill into your living-room They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads, bodies torn by vultures .. you are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death. Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ... Ah, but it is the only way you know ..... Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no living You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips of death Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye from its socket ... and the ball hangs fallen on your cheek. Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal. Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the words as your stepson throws your fame into the flames and you are burned. Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace. Ah, but it is the only way you know .......... ii. THE ROOM Live by sword and you shall die so, All your power shall come to nought, every life you take is part of your own, death, not power, is what you've bought. Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step on your threshold; Begging for your life as the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh ... without malice, merely taking murder's toll, you must pay the price of hate, and that price is your soul .... Live in peace or die forever in your war-room. Aπό εδώ |
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Πίσω στο 1967. Ψυχεδέλεια, πρώτο άλμπουμ των Pink Floyd: "The Piper at Gates of Dawn".
Astronomy Domine, live (?) με τον piper παρόντα αυτοπροσώπως .... Lime and limpid green a second scene, A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down the sound resounds Around the icy waters underground Jupiter and Saturn Oberon Miranda and Titania Neptune Titan Stars can frighten Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker Blam pow pow Stairway scare Dan Dare,who's there? Lime and limpid green The sound surrounds the icy waters under Lime and limpid green The sound surrounds the icy waters Underground Οι στίχοι από εδώ |
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Αυτό μόνο έτσι ακούγεται. Ο τύπος είναι άπαιχτος. Και μια καλή μίξη |
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Αγάπαναθος? :) :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:
Παύλος ============================ Socrates (και ο Σπάθας με το ... κλαρίνο του) Mountains all around me reaching out to heaven Wild and full of colours standing proud forever ============================ ο θείος Νώντας ============================= o Άσιμος ============================ ... ποιος θυμάται το magic bus? ============================ Αγγελάκας solo :worship: :geia: Καλή χρονιά να 'χουμε :geia: |
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Καλή χρονιά σε όλους
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Χάπι 2011!!!
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http://mp3lemon.org/song/498170/04_-...s_-_Snail-Love
δυστυχώς δεν το βρήκα στο youtube από το soundtrack του microcosmos:thumbup: |
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Ένα ποτ πουρί από πολυδιασκευασμένα τραγούδια.
Με διάθεση για λίγο χιούμορ κι ένα δέσιμο μπουζούκι με μέταλλο, για τα μέταλλα του φόρουμ. Καλημέρα:geia: |
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ain't no sunshine when she's gone it's not warm when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone and she's always gone too long anytime she goes away wonder this time where she's gone wonder if she's going to stay ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away well i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know i know........ hey i outta leave the young thang alone but there ain't no sunshine when she's gone ain't no sunshine when she's gone only darkness and rain ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away anytime she goes away anytime she goes away anytime she goes away :o |
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Ένα πολυδιασκευασμένο τραγούδι (από Stranglers μέχρι Ω!μπάμια) σε μια εκτέλεση από την πρώτη φωνή που το ερμήνευσε.
Dionne Warwick - Walk on by. 1963 Κάθε ομοιότητα με τον Freddie Mercury είναι συμπτωματική. If you see me walking down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let me grieve in private 'cause each time I see you I break down and cry And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by (don't stop) And walk on by I just can't get over losing you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by and walk on by and walk by (don't stop) Walk on by, walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left So let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by (don't stop) and walk on by (don't stop) and walk by (don't stop) |
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μου φαινεται εξαιρετικο αυτο το θεμα...
και πολλα απο τα κομματια που εχετε βαλει τα λατρευω καιρό ή τα λατρεψα μολις (χαρη σε εσας!)! ενα κομματι που μολις ακουσα κ ερωτευτηκα αμεσως ειναι το παρακατω |
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1970, το τρίτο LP του David Bowie "The man who sold the world" με το ευγλωττο - για την περσόνα που σκόπευε να υποδυθεί τα επόμενα χρόνια - αυθεντικό εξώφυλλο, το οποίο αφού πολυσυζητήθηκε εξαφανίστηκε για πολλά χρόνια μετά.
 Και το ομώνυμο κομάτι "The Man Who Sold The World" We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World |
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Brad Mehldau - When it Rains
...χωρίς λόγια :geia: |
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