ΣΤΙΧΟΙ ΑΠΟ ΕΝΑ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙ ΠΟΥ ΑΓΑΠΗΣΑΜΕ - ΑΓΑΠΑΜΕ ΚΑΙ ΣΙΓΟΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΑΜΕ!

[aprasas]

Bruce Springsteen w.Tom Morello - Ghost of Tom Joad

Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretching 'round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleeping in the cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searching for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city's aqueduct

Go!
Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's fighting for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody's struggling to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me"
Yeah!

The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

 

[aprasas]

Βασίλης Παπακωνσταντίνου - Μη φύγεις

Μη φύγεις άμα δε γυρίσεις
ψέμα οι χρησμοί του δράματος
δεν έχει τίποτα να λύσεις
όλα ζωή και θάνατος

Αυτό που νιώθω όταν γελάω
εσύ το νιώθεις όταν κλαις
κι όσα με ζόρια εγώ περνάω
εσύ τα βλέπεις αμμουδιές

Μονάχα αυτό κατάλαβα
απ’ όλο το ταξίδι
πως όσο αλλάζουμε ζωή
τόσο μένουμε ίδιοι
δεν έχω κάτι να σου πω
τι να σου εξηγήσω
νύχτα με παίρνουν τα όνειρα
νύχτα με φέρνουν πίσω

Τα καλοκαίρια μόνο ξέρουν
να μας γλυκαίνουν τους καιρούς
κι όσα τα δυο μας μάτια θέλουν
αυτά μας κάνουν κυνηγούς

Τώρα τα βλέπω όλα απλά
σαν αλητάκος σκύλος
όπως γελάνε τα παιδιά
και όπως σκάει ο ήλιος

Μονάχα αυτό κατάλαβα
απ’ όλο το ταξίδι
πως όσο αλλάζουμε ζωή
τόσο μένουμε ίδιοι
δεν έχω κάτι να σου πω
τι να σου εξηγήσω
νύχτα με παίρνουν τα όνειρα
νύχτα με φέρνουν πίσω

 

[Pin]

Τι σου 'κανα και πίνεις - Μελίνα Ασλανίδου




Τι σου `κανα και πίνεις, τσιγάρο στο τσιγάρο
κι είν’ τα πικρά σου μάτια στο πάτωμα καρφιά

Πες μου για δε μ’ αφήνεις με δυο φιλιά να πάρω
απ’ τα θολά σου μάτια τη μαύρη συννεφιά
Πες μου για δε μ’ αφήνεις με δυο φιλιά να πάρω
απ’ τα θολά σου μάτια τη μαύρη συννεφιά

Οι πόνοι που σε σφάζουν, πόνοι διπλοί για μένα
σταλάζουν στην καρδιά μου τα δάκρυα που κλαις

Να `ξερες πως σπαράζουν τα μέσα μου για σένα
που στέκεσαι μακριά μου και λόγο δε μου λες
Να `ξερες πως σπαράζουν τα μέσα μου για σένα
που στέκεσαι μακριά μου και λόγο δε μου λες

Αμίλητό μου στόμα, φεγγάρι μου σβησμένο
ανάθεμα την ώρα και τη βαριά στιγμή
Όλα για σε τα δίνω, τα δίνω και πεθαίνω
για να μη σε αγγίξουν ξανά οι στεναγμοί

 

[cosmarpan]

Mission Οf Burma - That's When I Reach For My Revolver from EP "Signals, Calls, And Marches" (1981) Ace Of Hearts Records


Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dream
But all of that is changed now
They've turned things inside out
The truth is not that comfortable, no

And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And live inside his name
Cry and whispers sing in muted pain

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

Tonight the sky is empty
But that is nothing new
Its dead eyes look upon us
And they tell me
We're nothing
But slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
Just slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver

 

[cosmarpan]

Spring - The Prisoner (Eight By Ten) from LP "Spring" (1971) RCA Neon Records



Accompaniment to a charred Kettles whine
Is a cold and real awesome sign
I still Find.

Friends aren't waiting
Contemplating
Or concerned in
My returning.

Winters frost turns my fingers white;
Fog that stirs and blurs my sight.
Shrouds the Town
The darkened shadow to whom I talk
As catacomb like streets I walk
Weigh me down.

Earths illuminated centuries
Can't enlighten penetentiaries.

Dropping coins that seem to laugh
The morning's milk guards the Path
Shows the sign
Eight by Ten on the second floor
Fumes that creep beneath the door
End my time.

 

[cosmarpan]

Tim Buckley - Pleasant Street from LP "Goodbye & Hello" (1967) Elektra Records


You don't remember what to say
You don't remember what to do
You don't remember where to go
You don't remember what to choose
You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down

All the stony people
Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes
I can't hesitate
And I can't wait
For Pleasant Street

The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies
You thought you were flying but you opened your eyes
And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies
Hello, Pleasant Street, you know she's back again
You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down

All the stony people
Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes
I can't hesitate
And I can't wait
For Pleasant Street

At twilight your lover comes to your room
He'll spin you, he'll weave you 'round his emerald loom
And softly you'll whisper all around his ear
"Sweet lover, I love Pleasant Street
I wheel, I steal, I feel my way down to kneel"

All the stony people
Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes
I can't hesitate
And I can't wait
For Pleasant Street

You don't remember what to say
You don't remember what to do
You don't remember which way to go
You don't remember who to choose
You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down

 

[cosmarpan]

David Bowie - The Width Of A Circle from LP "The Man Who Sold The World" (1970) Mercury Records


In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree.

And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello
And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be

And he laughed insane and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN"
So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
For I realized that God's a young man too

So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind

Got laid by a young bordello
I was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home in drag

And the moral of this magic spell
Negotiates my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride
(Riding along)

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"
(Turn around,go back!)

He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around,go back!)

His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply

And I was seething, breathing deeply
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed

Waiting for you

 

[cosmarpan]

Eric Burdon & The Animals - The Black Plague from LP "Winds Of Change" (1967) MGM Records


Ohohohohoh
[gregorian chants]

The bell tolls
The black plague has struck
Diseased eyes roll upwards
As if knowing which direction their souls will travel
(bring out your dead)
A woman in black cries
As the deathly procession passes by
And monks moan en masse

Ohohohohohoh
[gregorian chants]

The yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle door
For it is safer inside the walls
Their knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyard
The bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle walls
And ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.
(bring out your dead)
And the bell tolls on

A man walks around the castle walls on the outside
The light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves
He tends the sick
Gives comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying man
But he feels it most for the children
(unclean)
Tears glisten on his cheek
Did man ever deserve this death?
And not all will die, just the poor
For the rich are inside the castle walls
And he knows he could be with them
And they laugh at this fool of a man
Through the stone fortress windows
And the bell tolls on

[unclean]
And many deaths and many days later
Many tears have been cry cried but in vain
For tears can never erase the pain of death
Only time has that talent
His hands are now blistered but this man walks on
The only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he answers all
And the bell tolls on inside the castle wall
(bring out your dead)

The dead are now buried and the plague is at its end
Life for the people flowers again
They breathe fresh air like they did once before
And there is not a sound from beyond the castle walls
The bell has stopped
And only silence is heard
And the peasants outside wonder what happened within
In their bones they feel something is wrong
The bell has been silent much too long
For many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live
No one came and no one went
Fear can do many strange things
And even though water ran low
Their mouths burnt and bellys caked dry
Not one person put a foot outside
No one had that much courage
For they feared the peasants and their world outside
So they played it safe and didn't move
But one by one they perished and died

 

[cosmarpan]

Μουσικές Ταξιαρχίες - Οι Εκλογές from LP "Μουσικές Ταξιαρχίες" (1982) Columbia Records


Εκλογές, κόμματα
με φρου φρου κι αρώματα.
Διαδηλώσεις, κόμματα
μ' ανοιγμένα στόματα.

Ψηφοδέλτια σταύρωνα
κι ολη νύχτα καύλωνα.
Στης βουλής τα έδρανα
αχ κι εγώ να έκλανα.

Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
στα εικοσιπέντε έχω γεράσει.
Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
κάνε στάση.

Υπουργεία, τέρατα
γαμημένα κέρατα.
Φέξε μου και γλίστρισα
ως της γης τα πέρατα.

Στα σχολεία γάματα
γράμματα σπουδάματα.
Του Θεού τα πράματα
φτύστα τους κατάμουτρα.

Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
στα εικοσιπάντε έχω γεράσει.
Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
κάνε στάση.

Πληρωμές, χαρτόσημα
φόροι, γραμματόσημα.
Στο γαμήσι πρόστιμα
μαγκιά, κλανιά κι απόστημα.

Μπάτσοι, αυρες, ράμματα
'ξηγημένα πράγματα.
Τώρα στα γεράματα
μάθε γέρο γράμματα.

Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
στα εικοσιπάντε έχω γεράσει.
Δεν μπορώ άλλο Θανάση
κάνε στάση.

 

[cosmarpan]

Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime from LP "Remain In Light" (1980) Sire Records


And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground

Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
Into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones
There is water underground

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may say to yourself yourself
My God!...What have I done?!

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
Into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones
There is water underground

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground

Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Look where my hand was
Time isn't holding us
Time isn't after us
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...
Yeah, the twister comes
Here comes the twister
Same as it ever was...

 

[cosmarpan]

Terry Callier - Sunset Boulevard from LP "Hidden Conversations" (2009) Mr. Bongo Records



Here come(s) fine and mellow slippin' down the street
Free and easy smile for everyone she meets
Everybody's hangin' back but now the secret's out
She just came by to tell us what it's all about
There's a nation waitin' for the comin' of the Lord
With the dreamers and the schemers out
on Sunset Boulevard
And sugar life is hard
Out on Sunset Boulevard

Best dressed or hard pressed no matter who you are
Dependin' on how the cards fall, anyone can be a star
But Iife is not a screenplay - it's a battle for your soul
You must be very carelul how you choose to play your role
Really ain't no tellin' what your Spirit's headin' toward
You see he rests uneasy out on Sunset Boulevard
And mama Iife is sho' 'nuff hard
Out on Sunset Boulevard

Now, Jesus, Peace be with him, said,
"The Truth will set you free"
Truth and doubt go hand-in-hand in our society
Everybody's wonderin' what the beast will have to say
From the steps of Mother Russia to the flats in East L. A.
There's an angel waitin' with Fire and the Sword
With the hipsters and the tlpsters out on Sunset Boulevard
And Ine is sho' 'nuff hard
Out on Sunset Boulevard

 

[cosmarpan]

Hardkandy featuring Terry Callier- Advice from CD single "Advice" (2006) Catskills Records


Did you retire? Were you fired?
Did you skip out on your rent?
Did you go crazy? Just get lazy?
Did you meet the perfect lady?
Can you tell me where you went?

Furthermore, I'd like to ask for your advice,
I know a girl who still believes that she's
In love with “Mr. Right”
He's unfaithful, its disgraceful,
And she always lets it slide
Now she don't even put up a fight.

And I was hoping you could tell me what it means,
To be alive when you survive what happened
Down in New Orleans I've seen the news, and im confused
Cause its grey where once was green
Bad news don't seem that “new” to me.

To the man who writes the music in my head
Are you tired, uninspired?
Did you lose your favorite pen?
Did you overuse your muse,
Can you steal one from a friend?
It's time we started singin again

 

[cosmarpan]

The Balloon Farm - A Question Of Temperature 7" single (1967) Laurie Records


There's a sudden rise in the mercury
There's a thumpin' in my heart, it just had to be
Heat wave, hurricane, whirling in my head
Cool disposition, just hanging by a thread

Is it a question of love, ha
Is it a state of mind, no, no, no, no
It's a question of, it's a question of
It's a question of, it's a question of
Of temperature, yeah

I wake up in the morning
Go to sleep at night with the fever
She says, I won't hang you up
And I say, baby, I believe ya

Is it a question of love, ha
Is it a state of mind, no, no, no, no
It's a question of, it's a question of
It's a question of, it's a question of
Of temperature, yeah

I'll tell it like it is, girl you gotta keep your distance
'Cause the doctor says I've got a very low resistance
Non-stop elevator pushing to the top
No second chance for a temperature drop

Is it a question of love, ha
Is it a state of mind, no, no, no, no
It's a question of, it's a question of
It's a question of, it's a question of
Of temperature, yeah

Ringtone και στο κινητο μου

 

[cosmarpan]

FRANK ZAPPA- Don t Eat The Yellow Snow / Nanook Rubs It / St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast from LP "Apostrophe" (1974) Discreet Records





Don t Eat The Yellow Snow

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show

Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow

Nanook Rubs It

Well, right about that time people
A fur-trapper who was strictly from commercial
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo peekaboo
And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snowshoe

I said, with a
Lead-Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, peekaboo
I said, with a
Lead-Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, peekaboo
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
He went whap with a lead-filled snowshoe, and
He hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he
That got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. so I bent down
And I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous
Mitten-ful of the deadly yellow snow

The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!

Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow
Crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous
Circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined
To take the place of the mudshark in your mythology
Here it goes,the circular motion, now rub it!

(Here fido)

And then
In a fit of anger
I pounced

And I pounced again

Great googly moogly!

I jumped up and down on the chest of the him

I injured
The fur trapper

Well he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so, because the
Deadly yellow snow crystals had
Deprived him of his
Sight

And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said

I can't see
I can't see
Oh, woe is me
I can't see

Well.....you know
I can't see
Nothin'

He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye
And the husky wee-wee
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And I can't see
Temporarily

Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the
Frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about
His deflicted eyes. and it was at that precise moment that he remembered
And ancient eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that
They write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named
Nanook,
The only way you can get it fixed up is to go

Trudging across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudging across the tundra

Right down to the parish of st. alphonzo

St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast

Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen . . .

Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Ooo-ooo-WAH . . .

 

[cosmarpan]

Frank Zappa - Muffin Man from LP "Bongo Fury" (1975) Discreet Records


The muffin man is seated at the table
In the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen.
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,
He gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin
Remnants and brushing his scapular aside,
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
"Some people like cupcakes better.
I for one care less for them!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas
Snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil,
He 'poot's forths a quarter-ounce green rosette,
- oh ah yuk, yuk... let's try that again...! -
He 'poots' forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense,
But radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
"Some people... some people like cupcakes
Exclusively, while myself, I say,
There is naught nor ought there be nothing
So exalted on the face of god's grey
Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!"
Girl you thought he was a man,
But he was a muffin,
He hung around till you found,
That he didn't know nuthin',
Girl you thought he was a man,
But he only was a-puffin',
No cries is heard in the night,
As a result of him stuffin',
Bruce Fowler on trombone,
Napoleon Murphy brock on tenor sax and lead vocals,
Terry Bozzio on drums,
Tom Fowler on bass,
Denny Walley on slide,
George Duke on keyboards,
Captain Beefheart on vocals and soprano sax and madness.
Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. goodnight
Austin, texas, where ever you are!!!!!!!!

Συμμαθητες στο ιδιο θρανιο μαζι με τον Καπετανιο Βοιδοκαρδο, στα 13 τους εκαναν παραγωγη σε πορνο ταινια, οποτε τι άλλο να περιμενε κανεις από δαυτους? Ξανασυνεργαστηκαν εδώ στον Ανθρωπο Τηγανιτα. Ας είναι καλα εκει πανω που είναι. Ισως μια απο τις καλυτερες και πιο δεμενες μπαντες μουσικα που εχουν υπαρξει ποτε επι σκηνης, απιστευτα πραγματα.

 

[cosmarpan]

David Bowie - Five Years from LP "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars" (1972) RCA Victor Records


Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer
Threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got

 

[cosmarpan]

The Kinks - The Village Preservation Society from LP "The Kinks Are The Village Preservation Society" (1968) Pye Records


We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society
God save Mrs. Mopp and good Old Mother Riley
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium
God save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them
We are the Sherlock Holmes English Speaking Vernacular
Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and Dracula
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity
God save little shops, china cups and virginity
We are the Skyscraper Condemnation Affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
God save the Village Green.

 

[cosmarpan]

David Bowie - Quicksand from LP "Hunky Dory" (1971) RCA Victor Records


I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying
Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name
on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of
Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud
the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

[CHORUS]
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release

I'm not a prophet
or a stone age man
Just a mortal
with the potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic
of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes
from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On, the next Bardot
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

 

[cosmarpan]

David Bowie - Moonage Daydream from LP "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust Amd the Speders From Mars" (1972) RCA Victor Records


I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut,
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out

 

[cosmarpan]

Procol Harum - A Christmas Camel from LP "Procol Harum" (1967) Regal Zonophone Records


My amazon six-triggered bride
now searching for a place to hide
still sees the truth quite easily
but shrouds all else in mystery
while madmen in top hats and tails
impale themselves on six-inch nails
and some Arabian also-ran
impersonates a watering can

Some Santa Claus-like face of note
entreats my ears to set afloat
my feeble sick and weary brain
and I am overcome with shame
and hide inside my overcoat
and hurriedly begin to quote
while some Arabian sheikh most grand
impersonates a hot-dog stand

The Red Cross ambulance outside
can only mean that I must hide
'til dusk and finally the night
when I will make a hasty flight
across the sea and far away
to where the weary exiles stay
and some Arabian oil-well
impersonates a padded cell