JimmyFox

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@jimmy fox : Thanxxxx για την αφιερωση... Που το ηξερες οτι θα μου αρεσε ρε?? :whistling :whistling

Αφού σε νιώθω ρε μεγάλε....

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 gazley stare at all the millions here

We must have died along, 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

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,

Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors

She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,

Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth

At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore

You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle

Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?,

You say Anyway's the only way, be careful not to gamble

On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here

It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes

This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,

It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers

Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey

But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind

And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze

And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,

And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things

He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,

And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared

So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes

And left her with an invitation to the blues

Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening

You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while

Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,

And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?

Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,

And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

Αρχική απάντηση από Tsunami

Ναι Τζίμ αλλά είναι το καλύτερο τργούδι που έχει βγάλει ποτέ από το λαρύγγι της!!!Μην της το στερείς...

Είναι το μοναδικό καλό που έχει βγει από κει μέσα που έχουν μπει πολλά. Δεν της στερώ τίποτα. Αυτό είναι thread στίχων. Και τους στίχους δεν τους έγραψε αυτή. Επίσης, αυτό το γύναιο με ύψος 1,50m με τα χέρια στην ανάταση ήταν αυτή που ενώ πρωοθήθηκε στην αρχή της καριέρας της από τον Nick Cave το γύρισε στα σαχλοτραγουδάκια.

Ξέρετε οτι τους στίχους για το "The show must go on" τους έγραψε ο Mercury όταν έμαθε οτι έχει AIDS? :cry:

O Freddie το έγραψε λίγο πριν πεθάνει και δεν πρόλαβε να το δει στην κορυφή των charts. AIDS έμαθε οτι είχε το 1984 (δηλαδή 7 χρόνια πριν πεθάνει)

Bob Dylan -- Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter patty valentine from the upper hall.

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, my god, they killed them all!

Here comes the story of the hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin there does patty see

And another man named bello, movin around mysteriously.

I didnt do it, he says, and he throws up his hands

I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin, he says, and he stops

One of us had better call up the cops.

And so patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin

In the hot new jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that.

In paterson thats just the way things go.

If youre black you might as well not show up on the street

less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin around

He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.

And miss patty valentine just nodded her head.

Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin and they haul rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye

Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!

Yes, heres the story of the hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubins in south america, fightin for his name

While arthur dexter bradleys still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin the screws to him, lookin for somebody to blame.

Remember that murder that happened in a bar?

Remember you said you saw the getaway car?

You think youd like to play ball with the law?

Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin that night?

Dont forget that you are white.

Arthur dexter bradley said, Im really not sure.

Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bello

Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

Youll be doin society a favor.

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He aint no gentleman jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay

And when its over Id just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of rubins cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

The judge made rubins witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder one, guess who testified?

Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fools hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

Thats the story of the hurricane,

But it wont be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time hes done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Αρχική απάντηση από fantacid

κ γω σκεφτηκα να το ποσταρω αλλα ξεχαστικα

p.s. ξεχασες την Kylie

Δεν την ξέχασα. Δεν είχα λόγο να την βάλω. Οι στίχοι δεν είναι της Kylie.

Αρχική απάντηση από BanOr

Διαφανα Κρινα-Μερες αργιας

Βέβαια, οι στίχοι δεν είναι των Διάφανων Κρίνων.... Είναι μελοποιημένο ποίημα και το όνομα του ποιητή αναγράφεται στο πίσω μέρος του δίσκου. Δες το και πόσταρε το.

Αν βρεις κάποιο που να εκμεταλλεύεται την φωνή του και τις σουδές του στη Βυζαντινή Μουσική, ρίξ'το.

Βαριά σεκλέτια έχω α...πόψε

Και η καρδιά μου είναι κλειστή

Βλέπω να φεύγει απ' τη ζωή μου

Εκείνη που 'χω ερω..τευ....τεί

Με παρέσυρε το ρέμα

Μάνα μου δεν είναι ψέμα

Καίγομαι γι' αυτή και λιώνω

Την αγαπώ

Με τραβούν τα βήματά της

Η κακούργα η ομορφιά της

Κι αν μου φύγει κάποια μέρα

θα τρελαθώ

Στον ύπνο μέσα φεύγει η καρδιά μου

Την βλέπω μ' άλλον να μ' απατά

Και με τρομάζουν τα όνειρά μου

αν βγουν στο τέλος αληθινά

Με τη φετεινή πλημμύρα

Όρη και βουνά επήρα

Είδα μάνα να φωνάζει

Και βαριά ν'αναστενάζει

Το μωρό το μικρό το παιδί μου

Σώσε μου το και παρ'τη ζωή μου.

Έπεσα για να το σώσω βρε

Κόντεψα να μη γλυτώσω

Με παράσυρε το ρέμα βρε

Μάνα μου δεν είναι ψέμα

Μες το ρέμα κολυμπούσα βρε

Να το σώσω δεν μπορούσα

Μόλις βγήκα στη στεριά

Δυό παιδιά και μιά γρηά

Σ'ένα δέντρο ανεβασμένοι

Εγλυτώσαν οι καυμένοι

Περιστέρι και Μοσχάτο βρε

Τα καν'όλα άνω κάτω

Καμίνια και Αγια Σωτήρα

Τα 'πνιξ' όλα η πλημμύρα.

Μ' αίμα χτισμένο, κάθε πέτρα και καημός

κάθε καρφί του, πίκρα και λυγμός

μα όταν γυρίζαμε το βράδυ απ'τη δουλειά

εγώ και 'κείνη, όνειρα φιλιά.

Το 'δερν' ο αγέρας κι η βροχή

μα ήταν λιμάνι κι αγκαλιά

και γλυκιά απαντοχή

αχ, το σπιτάκι μας κι αυτό ειχε ψυχή.

Πάρ' το στεφάνι μας, πάρ' το γεράνι μας

στη Δραπετσώνα πια δεν έχουμε ζωή

κράτα το χέρι μου και πάμε αστέρι μου

εμείς θα ζήσουμε κι ας είμαστε φτωχοί.

Ένα κρεβάτι και μια κούνια στη γωνιά

στην τρύπια στέγη του άστρα και πουλιά

κάθε του πόρτα ιδρώτας κι αναστεναγμός

κάθε παράθυρό του κι ουρανός.

Κι όταν ερχόταν η βραδιά

μες το στενό σοκκάκι

ξεφαντώναν τα παιδιά

αχ, το σπιτάκι μας κι αυτό είχε καρδιά.

Πάρ' το στεφάνι μας, πάρ' το γεράνι μας

στη Δραπετσώνα πια δεν έχουμε ζωή

κράτα το χέρι μου και πάμε αστέρι μου

εμείς θα ζήσουμε κι ας είμαστε φτωχοί

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

She stared in my eyes and smiled

For her lips were the colour of the roses

That 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 at 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 red rose

Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"

I nodded my head, as I lay 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 knelt (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

And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"

And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Empty spaces - what are we living for?

Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..

On and on!

Does anybody know what we are looking for?

Another hero - another mindless crime.

Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.

Hold the line!

Does anybody want to take it anymore?

The show must go on!

The show must go on!

Inside my heart is breaking,

My make-up may be flaking,

But my smile, still, stays on!

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.

Another heartache - another failed romance.

On and on!

Does anybody know what we are living for?

I guess I'm learning.

I must be warmer now..

I'll soon be turning round the corner now.

Outside the dawn is breaking,

But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!

The show must go on!

The show must go on! Yeah!

Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!

My make-up may be flaking!

But my smile, still, stays on!

Yeah! oh oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,

Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,

I can fly, my friends!

The show must go on! Yeah!

The show must go on!

I'll face it with a grin!

I'm never giving in!

On with the show!

I'll top the bill!

I'll overkill!

I have to find the will to carry on!

On with the,

On with the show!

The show must go on.

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand

While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land

While theres a wind and the stars and the rainbow

Till the mountains crumble into the plain

Oh yes well keep on tryin

Tread that fine line

Oh well keep on tryin yeah

Just passing our time

While we live according to race, colour or creed

While we rule by blind madness and pure greed

Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion

Through the eons, and on and on

Oh yes well keep on tryin

Well tread that fine line

Oh well keep on tryin

Till the end of time

Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour

Dont take offence at my innuendo

You can be anything you want to be

Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be

Be free with your tempo, be free be free

Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself

Oooh, ooh -

If theres a God or any kind of justice under the sky

If theres a point, if theres a reason to live or die

If theres an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask

Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask

Oh yes well keep on trying

Hey tread that fine line

Yeah well keep on smiling yeah

And whatever will be - will be

Well just keep on trying

Well just keep on trying

Till the end of time

Till the end of time

Till the end of time

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand

In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane

All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town

Ride the King's highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake

To the lake, the ancient lake, baby

The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best

The west is the best

Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us

The blue bus is callin' us

Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, and

And he came to a door...and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother...I want to...**** you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin' a blue rock

On a blue bus

Doin' a blue rock

C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free

But you'll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Αρχική απάντηση από Makis Hourdakis

Βασίλης Παπακωνσαταντίνου - Βράδυ Σαββάτου

Oι στίχοι είναι του Κυριαζή.

Broken Sword: The Sleeping Dragon και Doom3 όποτε το θυμηθώ.