Δευτέρα 22 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Κυριακή 21 Οκτωβρίου 2018
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Να έμ'νε έναν πετούμενον
σ' ορμάν απές πουλόπο μ' κλαδίν κλαδίν επέτανα κι εράευα τ' αρνόπο μ' Ρεφρέν Γουρπάν ισ' ζωγραφία λάσκεσαι σα ραχία κανείται αρ' όσον έπηες άι, τα νερά τα κρύα Να έμ'νε έναν πετούμενον σ' ορμάν απές πουλόπο μ' μοιρολογούνε τα ραχία και χαίρεται το ψυόπο μ' Μοιρολογούνε τα ραχία κλαίγνε τα ποταμάκρεα ακούω πως μοιρολογούν τρέχ'νε τ'εμά τα δάκρεα Μοιρολογούνε τα ραχία κλαίγνε πουλί μ' τ' ορμία ο κόσμος όλον έφυγεν εγέντον ερημία Μετάφραση στα νέα ελληνικά (από τον Κωνσταντίνο Τσουμπρα) ----------------------- ΝΑΜΟΥΝ ΕΝΑ ΠΕΤΟΥΜΕΝΟ Νάμουν ένα πετούμενο μες το βουνό πουλάκι μου, κλαδί - κλαδί να πέταγα και νάψαχνα τ' αρνάκι μου Ακριβή* μου ζωγραφιά, τριγυρνάς στις πλαγιές, φτάνει πιά όσο ήπιες απ' τα νερά τα κρύα, ακριβή μου ζωγραφιά! Νάμουν ένα πετούμενο μες το βουνό πουλάκι μου, μοιρολογούν οι ράχες και χαίρεται η ψυχή μου Μοιρολογούν οι ραχούλες, κλαίνε οι ακροποταμιές, ακούω πως μοιρολογούν τρέχουν τα δάκρυά μου Μοιρολογούν οι ραχούλες, κλαίνε, πουλάκι μου, οι ρεματιές, ο κόσμος όλος χάθηκε** κι έγινε ερημιά ! * επι λέξει : γουρπάν = θυσία ** επι λέξει : έφυγε
Σάββατο 20 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Παρασκευή 19 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Πέμπτη 18 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Παρασκευή 12 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Τετάρτη 10 Οκτωβρίου 2018
05. Αργοναύτες - Σειρήνες - Γιάννης Μαρκόπουλος
Στίχοι: Κ.Χ Μύρης
Μουσική: Γιάννης Μαρκόπουλος
Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Ηλίας Κλωναρίδης
Γεννήθηκα στα φτερά των ανέμων
και στο μάτι των καταιγίδων,
ξύπνησα μ' ένα κορμί σκαρί
που χτιζόταν αιώνες.
Με καρτερούν οι ακτές των ανθρώπων
να με φορτώσουν ασήκωτα μυστικά.
Θα πλαγιάσω στα νησιά των Σειρήνων,
θα γεμίσω το στόμα με τραγούδι
και κάποιο πρωινό θα σαλπάρω
με σουραύλι κορμί.
Είναι γραμμένο και το ταξίδι,
είναι γραμμένος και ο γυρισμός.
Θα πλαγιάσω με τα μάγια της νύχτας
και θα σπείρω παιδιά πυροφάνια
και κάποιο πρωινό θα σαλπάρω
με τον Χάρο μαζί.
Τρίτη 9 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Joan Baez - North Country Blues (HQ)
Στίχοι
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was a-humming
Till one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was a-humming
Till one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well, a long winter's wait
From the window I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
From the window I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again
And the givin' was good
With the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
And the givin' was good
With the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut
And my work, it was cut
And the firing air, it felt frozen
Till a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'
And my work, it was cut
And the firing air, it felt frozen
Till a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'
They complained in the East
That they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
In South American town
Where the miners work almost for nothing
That they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
In South American town
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it was building
Then one morning's wake
The bed, it was bare
And I's left alone with three children
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it was building
Then one morning's wake
The bed, it was bare
And I's left alone with three children
The summer is gone
The ground's turning cold
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
The ground's turning cold
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
Κυριακή 7 Οκτωβρίου 2018
Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust (With Lyrics)
Joan Baez Lyrics
Play the Joan Baez Quiz on Melody Facts |
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Κυριακή 30 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
Σάββατο 29 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
Τετάρτη 26 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
Σάββατο 15 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
Σάββατο 8 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
ΗΕΛΤΙΟΣ- Δρόσος ψυχής
Πέφτει σιγαλά η βροχή πάνω στα φύλλα.
Η δρόσος της ψυχής που τη γύρεψες
όλο το θανατηφόρο καλοκαίρι και δεν τη βρήκες
Ήρθε με το φθινόπωρο και σε βρήκε
Μονάχο
Σε τόπους νεκρούς:
Στο γυμνό πεζοδρόμιο με στους άστεγους κύκνους και τα διψασμένα παγώνια,
Στο άδειο σπίτι με το μαράζι της θάλασσας
και τα σκαριά των φίλων που χάθηκαν
και τα σκαριά των φίλων που χάθηκαν
μαζί μ΄ εκείνα παλαιών ανεκπλήρωτων ονείρων.
8/9/2018
Παρασκευή 7 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
ΗΕΛΤΙΟΣ- Η λέξη
..Κι η λέξη:
Ένα περίπου
Πράξη αυτοχειρίας
Φτερούγα πληγωμένη χελιδονιού
Που χαμηλώνει πέφτοντας το δείλι
Ο κίνδυνος μιας παρεξήγησης, μιας διατύπωσης
που ολοένα χάνει το κέντρο της
και δε φτάνει την αλήθειά της.
6-9-2018
Ένα περίπου
Πράξη αυτοχειρίας
Φτερούγα πληγωμένη χελιδονιού
Που χαμηλώνει πέφτοντας το δείλι
Ο κίνδυνος μιας παρεξήγησης, μιας διατύπωσης
που ολοένα χάνει το κέντρο της
και δε φτάνει την αλήθειά της.
6-9-2018
Πέμπτη 6 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018
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