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crisis? what crisis?

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 30 Μαΐου, 2010 by trelos

επίκαιρον;


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year of the cat

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 26 Μαΐου, 2008 by trelos

Κι όταν σε χορτάσω
κι όταν με χορτάσεις
και πριν η μαγεία χαθεί
Να με πάρεις μαζί σου στη γη του ονείρου
και στη χρονιά του Ανθρώπου

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn’t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow ’till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There’s a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what’s waiting inside
The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you’re still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you’ve thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you’re bound to leave her
But for now you’re going to stay
In the year of the cat

the kids are on high street

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 10 Μαΐου, 2008 by trelos

In a wake of some change
Stones in the pipeline
Like some new mountain range
We leave the lowlands behind

They take your photograph
You come into existence
You realize it’s your path
In this very instant

Some heroes are we
To pass outside these gates
With a will to adjust
Adjust to what it takes

You add another year to this
And it all has gone to waste
Other plans have been made
To pursue your own separate fates

The kids are on High Street
The kids will not sleep tonight
The kids got in a knife fight
We trained them well
They’re gonna be alright

I’ll be joining with them soon
I can’t even wait to get away from you
‘Cause it’s only in hindsight
That we will know what was right to do
I always thought we had it made
Ambition spurred the plans we laid

24/25 Μαϊου, τα τρομερά παιδιά από τη χώρα των Βίκινγκς θα είναι στην Αθήνα, στο Gagarin! Θα είναι κι ο τρελός εκεί 🙂

ο όγκος της ψυχής

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags , on 21 Απρίλιος, 2008 by trelos

Πώς μετριέται ο όγκος της ψυχής; Μέχρι που φτάνει; Ειδικά όταν είναι φανερό πως δεν μπορεί, δεν υπάρχει περίπτωση να χωρά μες στο φτωχό σαρκίο που την ορίζει χωρίς να την περιορίζει.

Νά ‘σαι πάντα καλά, πάντα δυνατός Δημήτρη Μητροπάνο, να τραγουδάς μ’ αυτή τη μεγάλη φωνή και την ακόμα πιο μεγάλη ψυχή σου

dogs

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 16 Απρίλιος, 2008 by trelos

Έχω απ’ τους γονείς μου ένα εξοχικό, ανάμεσα σε άλλα εξοχικά, κάπου στα μεσόγεια. Η σκηνή έχει πρώτα πρώτα Φύση, έχει -βεβαίως- χαλαρή ατμόσφαιρα, χωρίς κορναρίσματα και «πού πα ρε αρχίδι!» και «πάρτα μωρή μαλάκω!», έχει και μερικά παιδάκια με ποδήλατα. Αραιά και πού κανένας βοσκός με τα πρόβατα. (Γυναίκες που μαζεύουν χόρτα, όχι – δεν ξέρω πού κρύβονται.) Έχει, επίσης, μάτια. Μάτια που σε παρακολουθούν πίσω από κάγκελα, μάτια που διαστέλονται εχθρικά και δόντια έχει που γυμνώνονται. Σ’ ένα απειλητικό γρύλλισμα, το οποίο πολύ γρήγορα μετατρέπεται σε μια πολυφωνία από επιθετικά γαυγίσματα. Σκυλιά!

Σκυλιά σαν αυτά του τραγουδιού και σαν αυτά του βίντεο απ’ τη φάρμα του Όργουελ, «σκυλιά» εκπαιδευμένα να μισούν, με στολή ή χωρίς, για να μην ξεχνιόμαστε και για να μην τα συγχέουμε με τα «γουρούνια».

Γουότερς και Γκίλμουρ απ’ τα παλιά, τότε που η παρέα τους αποτελούσε την επιτομή της πρωτοπορείας.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

i remember

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 4 Απρίλιος, 2008 by trelos

Ένα από τα πολλά υπέροχα κομμάτια που μας κέρασε χτες βράδυ το καλό μας χνούδι στο Radio Casbah. Έτσι, επειδή τα δοχεία οφείλουν να συγκοινωνούν και επειδή έχει διαρκώς κανείς να μαθαίνει. Οι Pink Floyd, που είχα σκοπό, ας περιμένουν λίγο.

Α, ναι, αν δεν ξέρετε το κομμάτι, ακούστε το τουλάχιστον ως τη μέση

I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
‘Cause mine stopped working
I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in stare
And time stopped movingI want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down…
I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing
I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth…

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down…

Except you my love. Except you my love…

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
And hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
In paper mache

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I’m driving real hard
This isn’t love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember December
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

the crystal ship

Posted in τι είναι ροκ with tags on 25 Μαρτίου, 2008 by trelos

 

Κι αφού τελείωσαν οι γιορτές και τα πανηγύρια
και αφού τιμήσαμε υποτίθεται τους ήρωές μας
επιτρέψατέ μου με το κρυστάλινο πειρατικό να αναχωρήσω
του Captain Jim
Προσωρινώς. Εξάλλου
η περαιτέρω εδώ παραμονή μου -εις την παρούσαν φάση- δεν κρίνεται απαραίτητη

 

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I’ll drop a line