Οι καλυτεροι στιχοι ολων των εποχων απο τη ματια των "Noizholics"!
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Αστείοι άνθρωποι πολλοί, στου κόσμου τον ντορβά
στο ίδιο καζάνι βράζουνε μαζί μ' ένα νταβά.
Ο αχταρμάς μας σάπισε, μυρίζει παστουρμά.
Δικό μου.
Πριν από καμιά 25αριά χρόνια. Το βρήκα σε ένα μπλε τετράδιο του γυμνασίου..χε χε χε.
στο ίδιο καζάνι βράζουνε μαζί μ' ένα νταβά.
Ο αχταρμάς μας σάπισε, μυρίζει παστουρμά.
Δικό μου.
Πριν από καμιά 25αριά χρόνια. Το βρήκα σε ένα μπλε τετράδιο του γυμνασίου..χε χε χε.
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Νέο αίμα εδώ ;D
Riders on the storm-The Doors
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If ya give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road
Girl ya gotta love your man, girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand, make him understand
The world on you depends, our life will never end
Gotta love your man
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
Dust in the wind-Kansas
I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moment's gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
Same old song
just a drop of water
in the endless sea
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away
And all your money
won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind
Riders on the storm-The Doors
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If ya give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road
Girl ya gotta love your man, girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand, make him understand
The world on you depends, our life will never end
Gotta love your man
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
Dust in the wind-Kansas
I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moment's gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
Same old song
just a drop of water
in the endless sea
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away
And all your money
won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind
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Ενα κομματι απο το Χρηστο...και τους Υποπτους.
Hμερολογιο. στιχοι.Χρηστος Θηβαιος.
Τόσα χρόνια μες τους χάρτες μου σε ψάχνω,
κι ας μην έσκυψες ποτέ στο μέτωπο μου
με τα δυο σου χείλια να αφήσεις
μια ανάσα στη ζωή μου.
Κι αν η προσευχή μου οινόπνευμα μυρίζει,
καπνό και πυρετό,
στο γυάλινο το κύμα τ' όνομά σου
φωνάζω να καθρεφτιστεί η φωνή μου.
Και στην όχθη που χτενίζεσαι ακουστεί
σαν αλμυρό τραγούδι που σου φέρνει
ερωτευμένο το νερό.
Και στο διάβολο πουλάω τη ψυχή μου εγώ,
για να βρεθώ απόψε τυλιγμένος
στου κορμιού σου το βυθό.
Κάπου η νύχτα μεσοπέλαγα κρεμιέται
στην αγχόνη τ' ουρανού
κι ο δαίμονας καβάλα στο σκοτάδι
αρπάζει τη μετέωρη ευχή μου.
Και σαν άστρο καυτερό προς το νησί σου
τα λόγια μου πετάει
πληγώνοντας τα βράχια και την άμμο,
στη χτένα σου καρφώνει την ψυχή μου.
Και σταγόνα τη σταγόνα κυλάω εγώ
σαν αλμυρό νερό στους ώμους
και στον ακριβό σου το λαιμό.
Κι ας το ξέρω πως του λόγου του
στην ανεμόσκαλα εκεί, με περιμένει
για να μου λιμάρει το σκοινί.
Πάνε χρόνια που αντίκρυ αναβοσβήνουν
τα φώτα κάποιας γης,
τα φώτα κάποιας ξεχασμένης νήσου,
που λένε είν' οι κορφές του παραδείσου.
Μα το ξέρω είναι της θάλασσας τα μάγια,
δεν υπάρχει αυτή η στεριά,
μιας και κανείς ποτέ του εκεί δεν πήγε,
γι αυτό σφιχτά κρατιέμαι στο κορμί σου.
Και μπροστά απ' τους κολασμένους
περνάω εγώ σαν μια σκιά
που σεργιανάει στον Άδη
τη δικιά σου μυρωδιά.
Κι είναι λέω ο παράδεισος για μας, αγάπη μου μικρή,
να μοιραζόμαστε τούτη τη κόλαση μαζί.
Hμερολογιο. στιχοι.Χρηστος Θηβαιος.
Τόσα χρόνια μες τους χάρτες μου σε ψάχνω,
κι ας μην έσκυψες ποτέ στο μέτωπο μου
με τα δυο σου χείλια να αφήσεις
μια ανάσα στη ζωή μου.
Κι αν η προσευχή μου οινόπνευμα μυρίζει,
καπνό και πυρετό,
στο γυάλινο το κύμα τ' όνομά σου
φωνάζω να καθρεφτιστεί η φωνή μου.
Και στην όχθη που χτενίζεσαι ακουστεί
σαν αλμυρό τραγούδι που σου φέρνει
ερωτευμένο το νερό.
Και στο διάβολο πουλάω τη ψυχή μου εγώ,
για να βρεθώ απόψε τυλιγμένος
στου κορμιού σου το βυθό.
Κάπου η νύχτα μεσοπέλαγα κρεμιέται
στην αγχόνη τ' ουρανού
κι ο δαίμονας καβάλα στο σκοτάδι
αρπάζει τη μετέωρη ευχή μου.
Και σαν άστρο καυτερό προς το νησί σου
τα λόγια μου πετάει
πληγώνοντας τα βράχια και την άμμο,
στη χτένα σου καρφώνει την ψυχή μου.
Και σταγόνα τη σταγόνα κυλάω εγώ
σαν αλμυρό νερό στους ώμους
και στον ακριβό σου το λαιμό.
Κι ας το ξέρω πως του λόγου του
στην ανεμόσκαλα εκεί, με περιμένει
για να μου λιμάρει το σκοινί.
Πάνε χρόνια που αντίκρυ αναβοσβήνουν
τα φώτα κάποιας γης,
τα φώτα κάποιας ξεχασμένης νήσου,
που λένε είν' οι κορφές του παραδείσου.
Μα το ξέρω είναι της θάλασσας τα μάγια,
δεν υπάρχει αυτή η στεριά,
μιας και κανείς ποτέ του εκεί δεν πήγε,
γι αυτό σφιχτά κρατιέμαι στο κορμί σου.
Και μπροστά απ' τους κολασμένους
περνάω εγώ σαν μια σκιά
που σεργιανάει στον Άδη
τη δικιά σου μυρωδιά.
Κι είναι λέω ο παράδεισος για μας, αγάπη μου μικρή,
να μοιραζόμαστε τούτη τη κόλαση μαζί.
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Και αυτο το κομματι απο την αγαπημενη μου ποιητρια Ani di franco
Ani Difranco Self Evident Lyrics:
(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of Noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its Indian summer breeze
on the day that America
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when
it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie
was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than
anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was
struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is
unbelievable' and on and on
and I'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every TV
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to
perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of
our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is
crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour
so here's a toast to all the
folks who live in Palestine
Afghanistan
Iraq
El Salvador
here's a toast to the folks
living on the pine ridge
reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. Rushmore
here's a toast to all those
nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the
size of Oklahoma City
just to listen to a young woman's voice
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/osF ]
here's a toast to all the folks
on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with
dread and can only escape
into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and
that phony election
I mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
and I'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the
line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
in my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall
blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies
the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all
around us and a change is
waiting there
so it's time to pick through the
rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its
big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever
cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall
and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the Ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our
apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many
paper coffee cups would have
to change their design
following a fantastical reversal
of the New York skyline?!
it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and
in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
must be more than poems
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?
Lyrics: Self Evident, Ani Difranco [end]
Ani Difranco Self Evident Lyrics:
(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of Noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its Indian summer breeze
on the day that America
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when
it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie
was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than
anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was
struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is
unbelievable' and on and on
and I'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every TV
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to
perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of
our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is
crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour
so here's a toast to all the
folks who live in Palestine
Afghanistan
Iraq
El Salvador
here's a toast to the folks
living on the pine ridge
reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. Rushmore
here's a toast to all those
nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the
size of Oklahoma City
just to listen to a young woman's voice
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/osF ]
here's a toast to all the folks
on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with
dread and can only escape
into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and
that phony election
I mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
and I'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the
line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
in my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall
blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies
the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all
around us and a change is
waiting there
so it's time to pick through the
rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its
big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever
cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall
and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the Ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our
apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many
paper coffee cups would have
to change their design
following a fantastical reversal
of the New York skyline?!
it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and
in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
must be more than poems
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?
Lyrics: Self Evident, Ani Difranco [end]
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ΝΙΚΟΛΑΣ ΑΣΙΜΟΣ
Εκπορνεύεσαι κουρέλι στην μπορδελοκοινωνία
ξεπουλάς και την ψυχή σου για την υπεραφθονία
στην καρδιά σού βάλαν φρένα το μυαλό σου παίρνει βίσμα
για χιλιάδες σαν εσένα θα αρκέσει μια πρίζα.
Κι η πνευμονοκονίαση, κι η πνευμονοκονίαση
κι αυτή θα έχει πάψει
ρομποτανθρωπομήχανση και ξυπνοπνευματύπνωση
και χρυσωμένο χάπι.
Θα είσαι με μπαταρία
να εκτελείς εργασία
με σούπερ ενημέρωση, τροφή και διασκέδαση
θα πλέχεις σ'ευφορία.
Για κοιτάξτε με σακάτη
ένα έχω μόνο μάτι
μου ρουφήξατε το αίμα
μα ανυπόκριτο έχω βλέμμα.
Αποφασισμένος πάντα
στην προσωπικιά μου μπάντα
την ψυχή μου δεν πουλάω
και το δρόμο μου τραβάω.
Την πνευμονοκονίαση, την πνευμονοκονίαση
εγώ τη συζητάω
ρομποτανθρωπομήχανση και ξυπνοπνευματύπνωση
δεν θέλω να την φάω.
Ξερνάω τη μπαταρία
δεν εκτελώ εργασία
δεν θέλω ενημέρωση, τροφή και διασκέδαση
γουστάρω ελευθερία.
Ξερνάω τη μπαταρία
δεν εκτελώ εργασία
δεν θέλω ενημέρωση, κορσέ και διασκέδαση
γουστάρω ελευθερία.
Εκπορνεύεσαι κουρέλι στην μπορδελοκοινωνία
ξεπουλάς και την ψυχή σου για την υπεραφθονία
στην καρδιά σού βάλαν φρένα το μυαλό σου παίρνει βίσμα
για χιλιάδες σαν εσένα θα αρκέσει μια πρίζα.
Κι η πνευμονοκονίαση, κι η πνευμονοκονίαση
κι αυτή θα έχει πάψει
ρομποτανθρωπομήχανση και ξυπνοπνευματύπνωση
και χρυσωμένο χάπι.
Θα είσαι με μπαταρία
να εκτελείς εργασία
με σούπερ ενημέρωση, τροφή και διασκέδαση
θα πλέχεις σ'ευφορία.
Για κοιτάξτε με σακάτη
ένα έχω μόνο μάτι
μου ρουφήξατε το αίμα
μα ανυπόκριτο έχω βλέμμα.
Αποφασισμένος πάντα
στην προσωπικιά μου μπάντα
την ψυχή μου δεν πουλάω
και το δρόμο μου τραβάω.
Την πνευμονοκονίαση, την πνευμονοκονίαση
εγώ τη συζητάω
ρομποτανθρωπομήχανση και ξυπνοπνευματύπνωση
δεν θέλω να την φάω.
Ξερνάω τη μπαταρία
δεν εκτελώ εργασία
δεν θέλω ενημέρωση, τροφή και διασκέδαση
γουστάρω ελευθερία.
Ξερνάω τη μπαταρία
δεν εκτελώ εργασία
δεν θέλω ενημέρωση, κορσέ και διασκέδαση
γουστάρω ελευθερία.
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Hey you.Pink Floyd
AΠΛΑ ΚΟΜΜΑΤΑΡΑ!!!
Hey you!
out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting cold, can you feel me
Hey you! Standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, i'm coming home
But it was only fanstasy
The Wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall
AΠΛΑ ΚΟΜΜΑΤΑΡΑ!!!
Hey you!
out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting cold, can you feel me
Hey you! Standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, i'm coming home
But it was only fanstasy
The Wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall
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Mother .Tori Amos
Iσως απο τον καλυτερο δισκο της Tori Amos.
Go go go go now
Out of the nest it's time
Go go go now
Circus girl without a safety net
Here here here now don't cry
You raised your hand for the assignment
Tuck those ribbons under your helmet
Be a good soldier
First my left foot then my right behind the OTHER
Pantyhose running in the cold
Mother the car is here
Somebody leave the light on
Green limosine for the redhead DANCING dancing girl
And when I dance for him
Somebody leave the light on
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from
I walked into your dream
And now I've forgotten how to dream my own dream
You are the CLEVER one aren't you
Brides in veils for you
We told you all of our secrets
All but one
And don't you even try
The phone has been disconnected
Dripping with blood and with time and with your advice
Poison me against the MOON
Mother the car is here
Somebody leave the light on
Black chariot for the redhead DANCING dancing girl
He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light on
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from
I escape into your escape into our very favorite fearscape
It's across the sky and across my heart and I cross my legs oh my god
First my left foot then my right behind the other
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow
Oo who mother
Oo mother the car is here
Maybe maybe you'll leave the light on for the for the for the dancing girl
He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light
Just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come come from
Mother Mother Mother
Tori Amos - Mother
Iσως απο τον καλυτερο δισκο της Tori Amos.
Go go go go now
Out of the nest it's time
Go go go now
Circus girl without a safety net
Here here here now don't cry
You raised your hand for the assignment
Tuck those ribbons under your helmet
Be a good soldier
First my left foot then my right behind the OTHER
Pantyhose running in the cold
Mother the car is here
Somebody leave the light on
Green limosine for the redhead DANCING dancing girl
And when I dance for him
Somebody leave the light on
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from
I walked into your dream
And now I've forgotten how to dream my own dream
You are the CLEVER one aren't you
Brides in veils for you
We told you all of our secrets
All but one
And don't you even try
The phone has been disconnected
Dripping with blood and with time and with your advice
Poison me against the MOON
Mother the car is here
Somebody leave the light on
Black chariot for the redhead DANCING dancing girl
He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light on
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from
I escape into your escape into our very favorite fearscape
It's across the sky and across my heart and I cross my legs oh my god
First my left foot then my right behind the other
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow
Oo who mother
Oo mother the car is here
Maybe maybe you'll leave the light on for the for the for the dancing girl
He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light
Just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come come from
Mother Mother Mother
Tori Amos - Mother
"να γίνει η κατάρα μου
φωτιά και να σε κάψει"
(Βασίλης Τσιτσάνης)
ΓΕΝΝΗΘΗΚΑ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΠΟΝΩ ΜΑΡΙΚΑ ΝΙΝΟΥ
και
"πως τά 'χεις έτσι μοιρασμέ
ντουνιά, ψευτοπολιτισμέ"
(Άκης Πάνου)
ΧΑΡΟΚΟΠΟΥ 1942-1953 ΕΦΤΑ- ΝΟΜΑ- ΑΚΗΣ ΠΑΝΟΥ
φωτιά και να σε κάψει"
(Βασίλης Τσιτσάνης)
ΓΕΝΝΗΘΗΚΑ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΠΟΝΩ ΜΑΡΙΚΑ ΝΙΝΟΥ
και
"πως τά 'χεις έτσι μοιρασμέ
ντουνιά, ψευτοπολιτισμέ"
(Άκης Πάνου)
ΧΑΡΟΚΟΠΟΥ 1942-1953 ΕΦΤΑ- ΝΟΜΑ- ΑΚΗΣ ΠΑΝΟΥ
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Απο την καλυτερη Ελληνιδα στιχουργο και μια αγαπημενη ερμηνευτρια..ενα υπεροχο κομματι.
Σε ενα ακομα πιο υπεροχο δισκο.
Απο τα κορμια και τα μαχαιρια.
Η Ξενιτια.
Μουσική: Παραδοσιακά Αρμένικα Τραγούδια / Διασκευή: Ara Dinkjian
Στίχοι: Λίνα Νικολακοπούλου
Βαριά βραχιόλια οι λύπες
πως μ' αγαπάς δεν είπες.
Το 'χω παράπονο μάνα μου, στόμα μου
κι ας πέθανε το σώμα μου.
Δε θέλω, φως μου, κόσμο
στα χείλη μου έχω δυόσμο.
Το 'χω παράπονο πάρε μου, ζήτα μου
της λησμονιάς σαϊτα μου.
Σου στέλνω μ' ένα γράμμα
του φεγγαριού τη λάμα.
Παρ' τη και χτύπα με μάνα μου, τρέλα μου
κι αν κλαίει η ψυχή σου, γέλα μου.
Ψηλά βουνά κι εσείς των άστρων θωριές.
Ποτάμια αχνά, ελάτια, δάφνες, μυρτιές.
Την καρδιά μου, ωχ φωτιά μου, όποιος δει
να της πει να 'ρθει κοντά μου, μην αργεί.
Ξενιτειά μου, έρωτά μου, φως κι αυγή
πριν ραγίσει απ' το σεβντά μου όλη η γη.
Φαράγγια υγρά κι εσείς των δράκων σπηλιές
αετών φτερά κι ανέμων μαύρες φωλιές.
Την καρδιά μου, ωχ φωτιά μου, όποιος δει
να της πει να 'ρθει κοντά μου, μην αργεί.
Ξενιτειά μου, ερωτά μου, φως κι αυγή
πριν ραγίσει απ' το σεβντά μου όλη η γη.
Αηδόνι εσύ, πλανεύτρα στάχτη που καις
με ποιό κρασί μεθάει τα μάτια του, πες.
Σε ενα ακομα πιο υπεροχο δισκο.
Απο τα κορμια και τα μαχαιρια.
Η Ξενιτια.
Μουσική: Παραδοσιακά Αρμένικα Τραγούδια / Διασκευή: Ara Dinkjian
Στίχοι: Λίνα Νικολακοπούλου
Βαριά βραχιόλια οι λύπες
πως μ' αγαπάς δεν είπες.
Το 'χω παράπονο μάνα μου, στόμα μου
κι ας πέθανε το σώμα μου.
Δε θέλω, φως μου, κόσμο
στα χείλη μου έχω δυόσμο.
Το 'χω παράπονο πάρε μου, ζήτα μου
της λησμονιάς σαϊτα μου.
Σου στέλνω μ' ένα γράμμα
του φεγγαριού τη λάμα.
Παρ' τη και χτύπα με μάνα μου, τρέλα μου
κι αν κλαίει η ψυχή σου, γέλα μου.
Ψηλά βουνά κι εσείς των άστρων θωριές.
Ποτάμια αχνά, ελάτια, δάφνες, μυρτιές.
Την καρδιά μου, ωχ φωτιά μου, όποιος δει
να της πει να 'ρθει κοντά μου, μην αργεί.
Ξενιτειά μου, έρωτά μου, φως κι αυγή
πριν ραγίσει απ' το σεβντά μου όλη η γη.
Φαράγγια υγρά κι εσείς των δράκων σπηλιές
αετών φτερά κι ανέμων μαύρες φωλιές.
Την καρδιά μου, ωχ φωτιά μου, όποιος δει
να της πει να 'ρθει κοντά μου, μην αργεί.
Ξενιτειά μου, ερωτά μου, φως κι αυγή
πριν ραγίσει απ' το σεβντά μου όλη η γη.
Αηδόνι εσύ, πλανεύτρα στάχτη που καις
με ποιό κρασί μεθάει τα μάτια του, πες.
