σε βλέπω τώρα…

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κάποτε λέω, καλή καρδιά…

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Beat-up little seagull On a marble stair Tryin’ to find the ocean Lookin’ everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain’t nowhere to run to There ain’t nothin’ here for free Hooker on the corner Waitin’ for a train Drunk lyin’ on the sidewalk Sleepin’ in the rain And the poeple hide their faces And they hide their eyes ’cause the city’s dyin’ And they don’t know why Oh, baltimore Man it’s hard just to live Oh, baltimore Man it’s hard just to live, just to live Get my sister sandy And my little brother ray Buy a big old wagon Gonna haul us all away Livin’ in the country Where the mountain’s high Never comin’ back here ’til the day I die Oh, baltimore Man, it’s hard just to live Oh, baltimore Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live

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Γνώρισα κάποιον (και τον συμπάθησα πολύ) που σφυρίζει  ένα τραγούδι του Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros.   Το κάνει σχεδόν από μέσα του, πολύ σιγά.  Και δε το σφυρίζει ολόκληρο, μόνο τους στίχους που του αρέσουν. 

exempli gratia,

 […Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair..]

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Ωραία είναι.  Απότομα σαν έρθουν πέντε ημέρες.  Ολόκληρες και δίχως να το περιμένεις.  Από καλή παρέα και ξεκούραση.  Κάτι σαν ανοιξιάτικη δροσιά, μέσα στις φλόγες.

Έγινε κι αυτό.  Καλή δύναμη τώρα, σε όλους.

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ολόκληρος ο δίσκος των Chrysalis, εδώ:

Ο φωτογράφος πίνει και κουνιέται…

Campari Shakerato recipe

1 1/2 – 1 3/4 oz Campari® bitters
3 – 4 dashes lemon juice
1 twist lemon peel

Shake well over crushed ice in a shaker. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass, add a twist of lemon peel, and serve.

It’s difficult. It’s very tough. I said to the man who’d been sleeping rough To sit within a fragrant breeze All among the nodding trees That hang heavy with the stuff He threw his arms around my neck He brushed the tear from my cheek And held my soft white hand He was an understanding man He did not even barely hardly speak Easy money Rain it down on the wife and the kids Rain it down on the house where we live Rain until you got nothing left to give And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me All the things for which my heart yearns Gives joy in diminishing returns He kissed me on the mouth His hands they headed south And my cheek it burned Money, man, it is a bitch The poor, they spoil it for the rich With my face pressed in the clover I wondered when this would be over And at home we are all so guilty-sad Easy money Pour it down the open drain Pour it all through my veins Pour it down, yeah, let it rain And pour that ever-loving stuff down on me Now, I’m sitting pretty down on the bank Life shuffles past at a low interest rate In the money-coloured meadows And all the interesting shadows They leap up, then dissipate Easy money Easy money Easy money Rain it down on the wife and the kids Rain it down on the house where we live Rain it down until you got nothing left to give And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me

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ενδιαφέρον / περιέργεια

Baby’s on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby’s on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching. Rescuers row row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow blow Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip snap Take your time she’s only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning If you’ll be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that’s what baby’s been reduced to. Juanita and Juan Very clever with maracas Making their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccos Juan dances at Chico’s And when the clients are evicted He empties the ashtrays And pockets all that he’s collected But baby’s on fire! And all the instruments agree that Her temperatures rising But any idiot would know that.

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