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Kostas Makedonas
Taxi
You wander around in a cab inside the night
You make your dreams into prayers
You're looking for someone to say goodnight
You lose your path inside the rain
You look at the lights around you and you fall silent
You drink every sound and you get drunk
You know that wherever you'll go, you'll be staying here
The more you'll be going away, the more you'll return
Tell the cab driver not to wait for you
Step down, get out
Walk inside the rain
When love fades away and dies
To cry for it you'll remain lonely
You pass through inside a cab
And you drift further away
I see in your eyes the Return
Inside my touch you breath
You catch my music's pulse
Tell the cab driver not to wait for you
Step down, get out
Walk inside the rain
When love fades away and dies
To cry for it you'll remain lonely
Tell the cab driver not to wait for you
Step down, get out
Walk inside the rain
When love fades away and dies
To cry for it you'll remain lonely
No matter how much you cry you'd still be alone
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By Mariza Koch
The Negroland's Witch
I'll go there, to Negroland
That they have talked to me
About a Grand Witch
The spells to untie for me
About a Grand Witch
The spells to untie for me
And I'll tell her
The tortures
Those that I have endured
And the scars by the crazy woman
Into a fire to throw
And the scars by the crazy woman
Into a fire to throw
To flame up and to burn
As they have burned me
The spells to catch her
To drag herself to foreign lands
The spells to catch her
To drag herself to foreign lands
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Interpreted by Mariza Koch
Phata Morgana
We will commune sea water
drop by drop collected from your body
In a trend of ancient poor Algerian
That Pirates communed before they fought
That you will be coming from Babylon
Where are you going into the eye of the storm
That you love some Roma woman
What's her name
Phata Morgana
Rag of leather waved in wax
How from kendro, incense and polish
Like a vault smells in an old brick
Built back then in Euphrates, in Phoenicia
That you will be coming from Babylon
Where are you going into the eye of the storm
That you love some Roma woman
What's her name
Phata Morgana
Rust burncoal-red at the Gates of Sina
The cellars of the falcon-lady and the army barrack
The surface scratch the Holy Rust that gives us birth
It feeds us, feeds from us and kills us
That you will be coming from Babylon
Where are you going into the eye of the storm
That you love some Roma woman
What's her name
Phata Morgana
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Alkinoos Ioannides
Kemal
Now hear, the story of Kemal
A young Prince from the East
Descendant of Sevach the Sea Man
Who thought he could change the world
But bitter are the wills of Allah
And dark the souls of men
In the parts of the East once upon a time
The storages were empty, the water stale
In Mosul, in Vasora, in old Hourmandia
Bitterly they now cry the desert's children
And a young man from a good family and Royal Line
Hears the lamentations and draws near
The Venduines gaze upon him with sad eyes
And he gives them vow, upon Allah, that times will be a changing
When the lords heard about the young boy's Fearlessness
The Kudonts start and with lion's clothing
From Tigris To Euphrates and from Earth to Heaven
They chase the traitor
To catch him alive
They fall upon him, breasts like wild dogs
And they take him to the Chalife to place upon him the noose
Black honey black milk he had that morning
Before he left at the gallows pole, his last breath
With two old camels and on a red carpet
At heaven's gate the Prophet waits
They now go hand in hand
And around there are cloudy skies
But Damascus's star
Kept them company
In a month, in a year
They see before them Allah
Whom from his tall Throne
says to naive Kemal
"My beaten smart lad times cannot change.
With fire and with knife always this world goes forward"
Goodnight Kemal. This world will never change. Goodnight...
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By Vassilis Papakonstantinou
The Knife
On me I always have on my belt fastened tight
A small african steel knife
Like one of those that blackmen use to play with
That I have bought from an old merchant in Algiers
I recall, as if it was now the aged antique saleman
Who looked like an old oilpainting by Goya
Standing tall next to to long swords and torn uniforms
Saying to me with a deep/sorethroat voice the following words:
"This knife here which you wish to buy
With eiree stories legend has surrounded it
And everyone knows that those who one time possesed it
Each one has one of their own killed
Don Bazilio killed with it Dona Julia
His beautiful wife because she cheated on him
Count Antonio, one night, his ill fated brother
With this here knife he secretly assassinated
A black man his little lover out of jealousy
And some Italian sailor a Greek boatswain
From hand to hand and onto my hands this knife fell
My eyes have seen many things, but this, this brings me terror
Lean and see it an anchor and a blazon it has on it
It is light, catch it, it doesn’t go more than a quarto
But I would advice you to buy something else"
_How much is it?
_"Only seven francs, since you want it, take it."
A small dagger I have fastened tight on my belt
That whim has made me to make it mine
And since I hate noone in the world to kill
I fear if not one time I turn it against myself
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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The Joker
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompatus of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
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Jungle Love
I met you on somebody's island
You thought you had known me before
I brought you a crate of papaya
They waited all night by your door
You probably wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
But lately you live in the jungle
I never see you alone
But we need some definite answers
So I thought I would write you a poem
The question to everyone's answer
Is usually asked from within
But the patterns of the rain
And the truth they contain
Have written my life on your skin
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
You treat me like I was your ocean
You swim in my blood when it's warm
My cycles of circular motion
Protect you and keep you from harm
You live in a world of illusion
Where everything's peaches and cream
We all face a scarlet conclusion
But we spend our time in a dream
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
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Fly Like An Eagle
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution
Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999
time: 00:28
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NATURE OF THE THREAT -Ras Kass
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness
Roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved
with the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive
Blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin
Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans
So the mutants traveled North of the equator
Called Europeans later, the first race haters
So here's the Devil's alpha to the beta
Cause history's best qualified to teach one
Quoting German philosopher Schopenhauer
"Every white man is a faded or a bleached one"
Migration created further mutation
Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination
Adaptation to the climate
As the Caucus Mountain man reverted to that of a primate
Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age
That's when the Black Grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe
Those who went East settled in Iran, known as Aryans
1500 B.C. some crossed the Khyber Pass into India and
created Hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism
A white dot on the forehead meant elite
The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables
They wrote the holy Vedas in Sanskrit
That's the language that created Greek, German, Latin and English
Now the Minoans around 2000 B.C.
Starts on the island of Crete, in the Agean Sea
The Greek culture begins Western Civilization
But "Western Civilization" means "White Domination"
Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek
It existed since at least 3000 B.C.
Creatin geometry and astronomy
This knowledge influenced Plato, Socrates and Hippocrates
Cause Imhotep, the real real father of medicine
Was worshiped in Greece and Rome in the form of a Black African
The word Africa comes from the Greek "Aphrike"
meaning "without cold"; the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"
Stole from first man, Greek power expands
The first Greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is Greek for "naked"
This was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested
This was accepted because Greek culture was homosexual
For example, Sappho trained girls on the island of Lesbos
Hence, the word lesbian (Ay let these dumb mother****ers know)
December 25th, the birth of Saturn
A homosexual god, now check the historical pattern
December 25, now thought the birth of Christ
Was Saturnalia, when men got drunk,
****ed each other then beat their wife
Fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it Christmas
So put a gerbil on your Christmas list
The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great
Conquers all the way to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black Phoenicians in Sicily
The Punic Wars began 264 B.C.
The Black general Hannibal and Carthaginian Peace
In 146 B.C. Carthage fell after a six-month siege
Rome sold every citizen to slavery
The first genocide of history
And more bisexuality in sight; Julius Caesar was known as
"every woman's husband and every man's wife" (BEOTCH!)
Spartacus Revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? Aw, ****! Jesus Christ! Time for some-act-right
Christians get your facts right
Cause Christ was not his name
That's Greek for "One who is anointed"
Yoshua Ben Yosef was his name, do Christians know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description of historian Josephus
"Short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was Jesus"
He had the Romans fearing revolution
The solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in a dream
In his vision, it read "En Hawk Signo Wonka":
"In this sign we conquer" - Manifest Destiny
In 325 he convened the Nicean Creed
And separated god into three
Decided Jesus was born on December 25th
and raised then on the third day is a myth
Plus to deceive us
Commissioned Michelangelo to paint white pictures of Jesus
He used his aunt, uncle, and nephew
Subconsciously that affects you
It makes you put white people closer to God
(Yo, 'The Man' got game like a mother****er!)
True indeed, **** it, Jihad
In the eight century Muslims conquered
Spain, Portugal and France and controlled it for 700 years
They never mention this in history class
cause o'fays are threatened when you get the real lesson
Moors from Baghdad, Turkey threatened European Christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the Crusades for Christ
On November 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last Muslim stronghold, Grenada
King Ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the Pope of Rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of "Thanksgiving" for all European Christians
.. Now listen, when you celebrate "Thanksgiving"
What you are actually celebratin
is the proclamation of the Pope of Rome
Who later, in league with Queen Isabella
sent Cardinal Ximenos to Spain
to murder any blacks that resisted Christianity
These Moors, these black men and women
were from Baghdad, Turkey
And today, you eat the turkey, for your "Thanksgiving" day
as the European Powers destroyed the Turkeys
Who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers
Now fight the power, you *****-ass niggaz!
Now around this time, Whites started callings us Negroes
That's Spanish for black object meaning we're not really people
but profit, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us
Queen Elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named Jesus
Stealin land from the indigenous natives
Gave them alcohol to keep the Red Man intoxicated
Whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals
But up until 1848 there's documented cases
of whites bein the savage cannibals, eatin Indians
In 1992, it's Jeffery Dahmer
They slaughtered a whole race with guns
Drugs, priests and nuns
1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare
As tokens of peace, Sir Jeffery Amherst
passed out clothin and blankets to the Indian community
Infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity
Today it's AIDS, you best believe it's man made
Cause ain't a damn thing changed.. let me explain
Now since people of color are genetically dominant
and Caucasoids are genetically recessive
and Whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then
they simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
Cuz by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
will be brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact
(I'm sayin.. man.. them fools
ain't nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)
So they created a system
to force blacks into an unnatural position
That re-enforces the position of natural inferiority
In addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view
that God justifies every ****in thing they do
Condition people to perceive whites' culture as civilized
and every other culture considered primitive - not true!
Racism is the system of racial subjugation against nonwhites
in every areas of human relation
Entertainment, education, labor, politics
Law, religion, sex, war and economics
See blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended
You think you're Afro-American?
You're a 14th amendment and a good nigga
Jews don't salute the ****in swastika
but niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya
They never teach about the break of islands like Jamaica
But before slaves came here whites would take a
pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes
Slice her stomach with a knife
and let the unborn baby fall to the flo'
And stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves
to inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave
and not rebel more
Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators
I paraphrase historian Ishakamusa Barashango
"Understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper
in such documents as the Constitution or Declaration
the basic nature.. of the European American white man
remains virtually unchanged".. so check
This is the nature of the threat
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Vassilis Papakonstantinou
I follow you
I follow you
Into your pocket I slip
Like a twodrachma nickel, that small
I follow you
And I know that I fit
In that little dimple
That you have on your neck
Come on, hold me
And walk me
Into your magical seabed
Take me with you
Into your deep kiss
Don’t leave me on my own
I’ll get lost
I follow you
And on to you I stick
Like a little summertime T-shirt
I follow you
And I know that I ache
I close my eyes
And I follow you
Come on, hold me
And walk me
Into your magical seabed
Take me with you
Into your deep kiss
Don’t leave me on my own
I’ll get lost
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Dionysios Savopoulos
Let the dances go on!
Let the dances go on
and we’ll find other/different
rural hang outs, mate!
Untill this gettogether,
like an autonomus village unfolds
Up to the celestial bodies
with transmitters and antenas
The Greeks make networks
and the companies make History
George makes the beginning,
we are, we are not, we are nothing mate!
And little Johnnie sings,
if all are unwritten
then something will come out of it
And into the night’s torching,
there comes our little Alkis
to merge old and flared up hearts
with our future’s rock
The sky is fires, wind gatherings,
sparkles and circuits mate!
And shiny friends,
their mirror image at the sea shores
And whether with the antiquities
or with orthodoxy
The communities of the Greeks
create another galaxy
And there is Babis who has drunk
And Lydia is blushing
'cause you always look at her mate!
And Achilleas with Zoe in front
of the polaroid they look, smiling
Then Helene the dancer
leans to the side of Tasos
and with closed eyes they sing in embrace
“greek national team hi!”
What there is to blame the parliement,
what there is to blame the representatives,
alone and headless mate
If the head hurts the faceless love that it has found
is to blame
But ours has a name,
has a body and a religion
And a grandpa in autonomous places inside the Turkocracy
May God always keep us robust,
that we will always meet and party mate!
With circular dances and
as much free like the rivers
And at the night’s torching,
our bond to forge/flame
and to merge old and flared up hearts
with our future’s rock
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999
time: 00:28
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Nikolas Asimos
I collapse!
You even took to the streats
You go with the freaks
And you're exterminating me psychologically
And you start with your feministics
Independence you were seeking too
You run with whoever you can reach and whoever happens in your path
Why should I love you then?
I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
I'll fall in love with Papandreou, with Popei, with Zoro!
And I'll never fall in love with a female again!
With a Kniti (youth member of communist party)first, and with a christian,
With a horny muslim
And with a clownish junkie!
Excuses are redundant
And experiences, you had enough of them
Eh, finally, make up your mind what you want
I collapse! You're pushing it too far!
How will I avoid the destined, I've even became a horned one!(cheated upon)
My free love, you ache!
It has become fashion
Who would cripple whom
Era of the wheel/running and of the nuclear
Eh, so I sit and I get beaten then!
But one is the Lion, and all the rest of you are cheese!
I won't put up with another knife strike
Man, where did I find such lad-ness/bravery
I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
I'll fall in love with Papandreou, with Popei, with Zoro
And I'll never fall in love with a female again!
I collapse! And can't take it anymore!
I'll petition Papandreou, to make me a minister
And I'll never fall in love with a female again!
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Alkistis Protopsalti
The salvation of the soul
The countryside's mornings
We will find them again
into eachothers arms, in bed
And it doesn't matter that so soon
We will be looking without seeking something
The certainty's materials
are sweet words written in tapes
For those things that came so late
But heart took them with open palms
The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma
A solitaire beach and that we would lay there our lives' pace
And it doesn't matter that so many kisses
Before they become old, the wave will take them
And there at the end of the line, we would give away our old pieces
To those things that were so small
But who threw shadows to look like palaces
The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma
The salvation of the soul is a very big thing
Like a little recreational trip with a hidden trauma
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
time: 00:28
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negative one, mudvayne.
Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
behind the doors to a life meaningless less than zero in me all my walls
falling down pains aloft misery
I'm sure that the lessons were learned I'm sure that the punishments
went well deserved by the pawn in the plan taste of **** bitterness
walk from me everything systematically
Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
To dredge up **** inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
Tell me what I'm supposed to be
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
Tell me what it takes to ascend
Tell me what it takes to live
Patience, pleasures and rewards, come in due time stare at the sun
I'm bored in a life meaningless soaking up all of me like the cross
you worship life is loss look at me I'm sure that some day we'll wake
up I'm sure that some day we'll wake from the dream
Of success and focus...tunneling to the light glowing deep inside of
me your taunting I wake up
Come on youweretheone youweretheone,
To dredge up **** inside of me in my pointless life of nothing
Tell me what I'm supposed to be
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
Tell me what it takes to ascend
Tell me what it takes to live
Tell me nOW!
Tell me nOW!
Pain misery distress dismal know where depressed idiot failure
In me......calling......loser......man I'm the
Loser......loser.....loser......in me......who I am....in me....
Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me
Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside
of me,
Don't need your sympathy or empathy, don't need your sympathy inside
of me,
Don't feel sorry don't feel sorry for me
Come on
I know youweretheone youweretheone
Numb to feelings inside of me why I've seized my vision
Don't need you to tell me who to be
Don't need you to tell me what to be
Don't need you to tell me how to ascend
Don't need you to tell me how to live
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Alkistis Protopsalti
Let's go to Adonis for coffee
Wherever you go
You'll always be here
You'll be having the key
And be opening the door
But I'm afraid my baby
That I would go away
Come on, let's go our two for a walk
Let's go to Adonis for a coffee
Where babes go and freaks too
And athletes lay back there
And where a fat (woman) goes
At Sundays to make her stress go away!
And everything seem like a nothing
And circulate unsuspiciously
And you are my longing
My coffee and my cigarettes
Whetever we'll live, we've seen it
Like some scene from another movie
And the whole world my baby can and lives it
Come on I'm buying you coffee at the plaza
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t3h y3ll0w p3ril
Apr 1999
time: 23:28
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ok, this song sucks, but every time i see this "song for you" thread, it reminds me of the title, which is "smile for you".
very irritating anime song, from love hina. it's the kind that makes your brain crawl up the wall while your skin bubbles in putrid horror.
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(fan-translated. not by me.)
I will forever Smile, smile for you
Gazing at you from afar
Take good care of this heartbeat of mine
I gently put on the lipstick I've always wanted
I've discovered a self different from the one of the past
But hey, no matter how much a stretch out to reach you
I'm always a couple of centimeters short from your heart
Hey Who is it that you wish to see right now?
I want to be your answer Someday Surely Surely
I will forever Smile, smile for you
I search for you in the skies
Where I count the falling stars
Please Smile, smile for me
Even just for a moment
Take notice of my lonely heart
Now looking down without saying a word
I used to flee when my eyes meet those of another
My heart is brimming and somehow it hurts so much
The passionate feelings sleeping
In my confused heart, hey look, awaken
Hey There's someone I want to see most
Just with that thought I want to become stronger, gentler
I will forever Smile, smile for you
Gazing at you from afar
Take good care of this heartbeat of mine
Occasionally Smile, smile for me too
Don't pretend as if you didn't know
Embrace my lonely heart
That's about to weep whenever the wind blows
I will forever Smile, smile for you
So that these feelings where I think of you
Do reach you
Please Smile, smile for me
Even just for a moment
Take notice of my lonely heart
Now looking down without saying a word
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Fivos Delivorias
She who walks by
Inside my own wide world as usual,
And all of the sudden I see her walk by
With an Eleutheroudakis bag
And smiling to me
Snails in Stadiou and clovers in Sina
You beautify, my walk, Athens
Lemon trees in Korai
Climbing plants in Zonars
I want to see you
In seclusion/exclusivity
She who walks by
Let us ask her and see where she's going
Let's ask her our destination
Her unknown way to find/meet ours
I ask her what's up
She tells me I'm simply going to my university class
To my dance/fest, to my convention, to my philosophy (class)
Gardens in Benaki
Places of pasture in Skoufa
People buzz around your blossom
Indigo little windows on taxis and the trolleys
Everybody is greeting eachother
She who walks by
Let us ask her and see where she's going
Let's ask her our destination
Her unknown way to meet ours
Snails in Stadiou
and clovers in Sina
You beautify, my walk, Athens
If you don't have something to do
I'm marrying you now
And the spring begins.
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Bereta_Eder
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Papakonstantinou
The boat
A boat, old, a rotten brick
With some sailors, crazy, pirates
It lifts anchor at wild dawn
There are sits, if you want, empty
When it will be getting dark, pou les (???), at the deck
Thousand lights will flare up/turn on, small
In our company the wind will arrive
To whistle us songs of old
Come on, let's untie, let's sail
And I'm sick of them, I can't stand them
To stay up all night, to get drunk
To forget them all here
A boat, old, a rotten brick
unties the ropes and opens sail
It leaves behind it crazy and irrational (~things)
It lifts anchor for far away
We will dawn at the sea
The sun will be coming out
To do plunges
The parrot will be saying
"We got away from them"
And we'll be looking for other shores
Come on, let's untie, let's sail
And I'm sick of them, I can't stand them
To stay up all night, to get drunk
To forget them all here
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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30 Days In The Hole Lyrics
Humble Pie
Roll my tape
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thirty days...
Anyone doin' that one?
I'm doin' that one
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
all right all right all right all right, yeah
Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know
Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
It's gonna lessen your load
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you now
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
All right, all right
30 days in the hole
What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
30 days, 30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
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Bereta_Eder
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Alekos Sakelarios
The last tram
I became tipsy and we’re late, but no matter how much I am to blame
Walk (faster) to catch the last tram
Draga droum, the little bell
Draga droum into the little evening
Draga Droum the little bell
To bring us slowly/limply-slowly/limply to our old little joint/house
Very miserable-like, it goes by our youth, the deserted/ill fated
Widen your pace to reach the terminus/end
Draga Droum, and If we find an (empty) sit
You’ll lay back and you’ll like it
Draga Droum and if we find an (empty) sit
A little bit on you to lean ‘cause I’m wasted(very drunk)
We go with trams and others (go) with big/fat taxicabs
For us the dortia (4 on double dices) and the dipla (2 on double dices) and for others the exares (big 6 on double dices)
Draga Droum the little bell
Draga Droum into the little evening
Draga Droum the little bell
Draga Droum, what a pity to be such a little poor (not rich person)
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Bereta_Eder
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Savopoulos
Politeytis (fake/lying politician who wants to appear valiant)
Those words clenched me like a tweezer, a soul told them yesterday
And a bald, both on the outside and the inside, he was smiling , yes, why should he worry/care
Do you remember when tears overwhelmed your eyes there in exhile
And you were reading Ritsos and ancient Tragedy
Now you brag (=act like a ****!) up there on the balcony/upper terrace
And you talk to the popolo (~populace) like a lifesaver
To the little student girl which has fallen in love with you
I will report/condemn you sneaky politeuti
In vain she wastes, I’ll go and tell her
Her youthful and pure enthusiasm
It which raises/tall and nullifies you
Is my little heart's light which overflows
And what saves you/spares you and gives you the cause/reason
Is that beurocracy is needed to
The first provocateur from all in my life
Is you “lordship” which copies my voice
You (ex)changed my body with furniture and utensils
Like the socialism that suits you/accommodates you
My pleasure to yiaourtona (throw a yogurt at your face) there as you rhetorisize
There when you clap your hands without believing it
You take my truth and you make it a pulp/squash it
From the foot you drag me deep into the soil/ground
To the little student girl which has fallen in love with you
I will report/condemn you sneaky politeuti
In vain she wastes, I’ll go and tell her
Her youthful and pure enthusiasm
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:28
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Riding With Private Malone Lyrics
David Ball
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
When an ad that said:"Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye
The lady didn't know the year,or even if it ran
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand
It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
Thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
When I pulled the cover off,it took away my breath
What she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette
I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
But what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
The date was nineteen-sixty and this is what he wrote:
He said,"My name is Private Andrew Malone"
"If you're reading this,then I didn't make it home"
"But for every dream that shattered,another one came true"
"This car was once a dream of mine,now it belongs to you"
"And though you may take her and make her your own"
"You'll always be riding with Private Malone"
Well it didn't take me long at all,I had her running good
I love to hear those horses thunder,underneath her hood
I had her shining lika a diamond and I'd put the rag top down
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her though town
The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
But it picked up that oldie show,especially late at night
I'd get the feeling sometimes,if I turned real quick I'd see
A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me
It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered,another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his,back when it was new
He told me to take her and make her my own
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone
One night it was raining hard,I took the curve too fast
I still remember much about that fiery crash
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name but I without a doubt
It was a young man named Private Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered,another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his,back when it was new
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
That night I was riding with Private Malone
Oh,thank God,I was riding with Private Malone
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Bereta_Eder
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Yiannis Papaioannou
Karapiperim
Into the City’s small alleys a sweet harem girl
has taken/stolen my heart
Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
I’ll come tonight to steal you
I can’t take it any more
And I don’t care if they shoot me
right there in the middle of the neighborhood
Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
Leave behind you at last
all the riches and Ibrahim
I’ll come tonight to steal you
I can’t take it any more
And I don’t care if they shoot me
right there in the middle of the neighborhood
For her two eyes I suffer and I ache
I want to become her slave
A little boat for us two is waiting at the seashore
My sweet harem girl
Ah, Karapiperim, piperim, piperim
Ah, Karapiperim, aman esmer sekerim
Leave behind you at last
all the riches and Ibrahim
I’ll come tonight to steal you
I can’t take it any more
And I don’t care if they shoot me
right there in the middle of the neighborhood
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