Ήταν ένας άνθρωπος με όψη ταπεινή
η καταγωγή του λαϊκή
Το ‘65 υπερέβαλε εαυτόν
μήνυμα οι καμπάνες του για κάθε μικροαστόν
Μα κι οι άνθρωποι αυτοί
βλέπαν έναν φασουλή
ήταν η εποχή πολύ σκληρή
Δεν είχε του μάγκα μπόυ
ούτε ήταν από σόϊ
βρε καλώστηνε την ατραξιόν
καραγκούν μπόυ
Βρήκε μια παρέα των καμπάνων και τριχών
έγινε βορά σαπιοκοιλιών
Που κρατούσαν για την πάρτυ τους την κριτική
δεν υπήρχε τότε η εξουσία της Τ.V
Και νοσταλγώ πώς να στο πω
τα γλυκά μας "σ’ αγαπώ"
Το ‘75 ξεχαστήκαν όλα αυτά
πλάνες πανωραίες
και ακτίφ κομματικά
Είχε κι ενα μπάρμπα
απ’την Αμέρικα αυτός
βρε παιδί μου είχε γέλιο
ο δικτάτωρ Παττακός
Τότε πέσαν πάνω του
βρίζανε τη μάνα του
μια επαρχία θάνατου
Μαρξ και ήλιος πρασινί
αριστερά καράν κουνεί
μπόυ στα κάτεργα στον κάμπο
να τραβάς κουπί
Δεκαπέντε χρόνια η προσγείωση διαρκεί
μα είναι ανώμαλη πολύ
Τώρα όλοι ψάχνουν,
και μιλούν για αισθητική
βρήκαν και το κιτς
από του Κίτσου τη στολή
Κι οσο για τον Κίτσο μας
άλλοι από τον κάμπο μας
Τζίμυ τον εβγάλαν και κεντούν
Του ’βαλαν μετάλλια
μα κάτι βουβάλια
θέλουν στην μπερλίνα μονοπώλιο ν’ασκουν
Τώρα που ξεμείναμε
στην κόψη του εικοστού
με ούτε καν πτυχίο παυσίλυπου
Μόνο σαν ημίθεοι
του παιδικού μας εαυτού
γράφουμε τραγούδια για την τύχη
ενός παιδιού
Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.
Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.
Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.
Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.
For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.
Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.
Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go.
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Yes, the river knows
Please believe me
If you don't need me
I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooo
I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water 'till the end
"Down By The River" is a song composed by Neil Young.
Young explained
the context of the story in the liner notes of his 1977 anthology album
Decade, stating that he wrote "Down By The River", "Cinnamon Girl" and
"Cowgirl In The Sand" while delirious in bed in Topanga Canyon with a
103 °F (39 °C) fever.
The lyrics are apparently about someone who kills his lover by shooting
her.
The reason he gives for the killing is that she takes him to
emotional heights from which he cannot bear to go on. Young has provided
multiple explanations for the lyrics. In an interview with Robert
Greenfield in 1970 Young claimed that "there's no real murder in it.
It's about blowing your thing with a chick.
It's a plea, a desperate
cry." Introducing the song in New Orleans on September 27, 1984 Young
claimed that it depicts a man "who had a lot of trouble controlling
himself" who catches his woman cheating on him, then meets her down by
the river and shoots her.
A few hours later the sheriff comes to his
house and arrests him.
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
You take my hand,
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness
is too much sorrow
It's impossible
to make it today.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
All he wanted was to be free
And that's the way it turned out to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
Flow river flow, past the shady trees
Go river go, go to the sea
Flow to the sea
The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever it goes that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
Scented Gardens of the Mind: A Guide to the Golden Era of Progressive Rock (1968-1980) in More Than 20 European Countries
1968 - 1980 in more than 20 European Countries Provides a comprehensive
guide to progressive rock and related music forms in more than 20
European Countries. The entries contain personnel details, discographies
and a description of the music. There is currently no similar English
language encyclopaedic guide to the music of these countries. A perfect
companion to the earlier publication Cosmic Dreams At Play. EX CONDITION.brand new
Detailed item information
Key Features
Author(s)
Dag Erik Asbjornsen
Publisher
Borderline Productions
Date of Publication
04/01/2001
Language(s)
English
Format
Paperback
ISBN-10
1899855122
ISBN-13
9781899855124
Genre
Music & Dance
Publication Data
Place of Publication
Wolverhampton
Country of Publication
United Kingdom
Imprint
Borderline Productions
Out-of-print date
22/01/2009
Content Note
colour and b&w illustrations
Dimensions
Width
129 mm
Height
198 mm
Pagination
547
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Scented Gardens of the Mind: A Guide to the Golden Era of Progressive Rock (1968-1980) in More Than 20 European Countries
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American Garage Psychedelic and Hippie Rock (1964-1975) Vernon Joynson
Borderline Productions, 2004. (978p.) August 2004 edition,condition brad new. ___________________________________________
The Tapestry Of Delights Revisited, Vernon Joynson
The Comprehensive Guide To British Music Of The Beat, R&B,
Psychedelic And Progressive Eras 1963-1976 Borderline
Productions,(978p.) May 2006 edition, condition brad new.
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
Debtocracy: Ένα ντοκιμαντέρ για την κρίση
Για πρώτη φορά στην Ελλάδα, ένα ντοκιμαντέρ με παραγωγό το θεατή. Το Debtocracy/ Χρεοκρατία αναζητά τα αίτια της κρίσης χρέους και προτείνει λύσεις που αποκρύπτονται από την κυβέρνηση και τα κυρίαρχα μέσα ενημέρωσης.
Το δόγμα του σοκ !
Το δόγμα του σοκ και η άνοδος του καπιταλισμού της καταστροφής: το βίαιο παρελθόν της πλέον κυρίαρχης ιδεολογίας της εποχής μας.
Φόβος: Ουσιαστικό. Αλλά και ουσιαστικός.
'' Όσοι το χάλκεον χέρι βαρύ του φόβου αισθάνονται,ζυγόν δουλείας ας έχωσιθέλει αρετήν και τόλμην η ελευθερία." Ανδρέας Κάλβος
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crossing the lines
in the 5th season
The Perfumed Garden Of Folk Blues
Once he said "If songs were lines / in a conversation / the situation would be fine" Nick Drake
" Once he said "If songs were lines / in a conversation / the situation would be fine"
Nick Drake
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When The Power Of Love Overcomes The Love Of Power,The World Will Know The Peace.
"Sri Chinmoy Ghose''
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"Μόνο όταν κοπεί και το τελευταίο δέντρο
Μόνο όταν δηλητηριαστεί και ο τελευταίος ποταμός
Μόνο όταν πιαστεί και το τελευταίο ψάρι
Μόνο τότε θα ανακαλύψεις
ότι τα χρήματα δεν τρώγονται..
(Προφητεία των Ινδιάνων Κρι)
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