...with lots of love for you, Jeff Thomas and the lyrics.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

το καπελάκι

καίω κι ότι έχω τελευταίο
         τα ρούχα σου καίω
         καίω φωτογραφίες
         θα έρθω να κάψω και το σπίτι σου
         να τελειώνουμε με αυτή την ιστορία.
άιντε. αηδία κατάντησες

για το Νοράκι που γελάει πολύ κ όσο γελάει, τόσο γελάμε κι εμείς :)


Monday, October 26, 2009

the tower of song

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grαy
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song


I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the tower of song


I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the tower of song


So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the tower of song


Now you can say that Ive grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the tower of song


I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
Well never have to lose it again


Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when Ill be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
Ill be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the tower of song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grαy
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Περί Έρωτος...

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γιατί πρώτα σου βγαίνει η ψυχή και μετά το χούι.
 κι εγώ αξιώνω να κοιτάζω όλα τα σημάδια
οχι μόνο εκείνα που με βολευουν. έχω και ουλές.
αν θέλεις να τις δεις θα έλεγα γκετ ε λαηφ
μπατ χου χαζ ουαν ριλι? καμπάνες γαμώ.

τρέμω ότι μου βγάζεις τον καρκίνο, ότι τελικά είσαι εσύ.
κι ύστερα αναρρωτιέμαι πώς γίνεται μόνο καλά εσύ δίνεις αφού.
κατα το όλο σύστημα όπως το ήθελα
πριν εκατο χρόνια όμως μιλάς για καθυστέρηση!
σαλεύουνε τα μάτια αλλά τα μυαλά μένουν ακούνητα.

η ενόχληση πέρασε από την δεξιά στην αριστερή πλευρά
μου ο λορντ. και κάποιοι άνθρωποι δεν καταλαβαίνουν.
το δικαίωμα στην μοναδική εικόνα το κουβαλάνε παντού μαζί 
τόσο που κάποτε χάνονται και δεν τους νοιάζει γύρω.

ο τρελός δεν τρελαίνεται από επιλογή.
και το πρεζάκι την χαρμάνα δεν αντέχει να κόψει.
η αθωότερη  όλων αυτή εικόνα.
αυτή και το να μην σε κουφαίνει η σιωπή
ευθύνονται για την ομορφιά του κόσμου. ξανασκέψου το
κι εγώ έρχομαι μαζί σου οπουδήποτε - σου είπα.
οι παράλληλες τέμνονται στο άπειρο κι ήρθα ως εδώ

Sunday, October 04, 2009

F*ck was I

Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.


Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?

Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What did you do?
What did you say?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead

Oh, is so embarrassing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide it