"Ίσως, όταν ξαναϊδωθούμε να μην ξέρει πια καθόλου ο ένας τον άλλον, έτσι που επιτέλους, να μπορέσουμε να γνωριστούμε." &line; ΤΑΣΟΣ ΛΕΙΒΑΔΙΤΗΣ
Τετάρτη 15 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Bob Dylan // North Country Blues (Newport Folk Festival 1963)
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
Of when the red iron pits ran a-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 on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
But I was raised 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 they was a-humming
'Till one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him
The drag lines an' the shovels they 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
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 giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
With the lunch bucket 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 more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number eleven was closing
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
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 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
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children
This silence of tongues it was building
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust
Στίχοι
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
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
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
Could keep you unharmed
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
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all 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
With brown leaves falling all 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
'Cause 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
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
'Cause 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 12 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Σάββατο 11 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Παρασκευή 10 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Πέμπτη 9 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Σάββατο 4 Ιανουαρίου 2025
Σάββατο 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2024
Θάνος Μικρούτσικος - Γιώργος Μεράντζας - Η δίκοπη ζωή - Official Audio R...
Απ’ το κακό και τ’ άδικο διωγμένο
κι όπως ενήστευες τη δίκοπη ζωή,
σε βρήκα ξαφνικά σημαδεμένο
να σ’ έχει ο κάτω κόσμος ξεγραμμένο
κι ο πάνω κόσμος να `ναι οι τροχοί
Και πήρες του καιρού τ’ αλφαβητάρι
και της αγάπης λόγια φυλαχτό,
για να βρει πάλι ρίζα το χορτάρι
και πήρες την ελπίδα και τη χάρη,
ψηλά να πας να χτίσεις κιβωτό
με την ελπίδα μόνο και τη χάρη...
Μα πως να μην ξεχάσεις την αυλή σου
και την παλιά τη γνώμη καθενός,
όσους κρυφά περπάτησαν μαζί σου
να σημαδεύουν πάλι τη ζωή σου
και να σαι το πουλί κι ο κυνηγός
στις μαύρες λαγκαδιές του παραδείσου...
Κρυφά και φανερά σ’ ακολουθούνε
οι συμμορίες κι οι βασανιστές
και ψάχνουν μέρα νύχτα να σε βρούνε,
μα δεν υπάρχει δρόμος να διαβούνε
γιατί ποτέ δεν ήταν ποιητές,
το χώμα που πατούν να προσκυνούνε..
Στίχοι: Μάνος Ελευθερίου
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Τετάρτη 25 Δεκεμβρίου 2024
Τρίτη 24 Δεκεμβρίου 2024
Δευτέρα 23 Δεκεμβρίου 2024
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