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Angel Eyes

Tamara Walker

Angel eyes..see the glory.
Angel eyes..know the story.

They see the hearts that break.
They see the love you make.
The story never ends.
Every heart thats been broken
by just a word thats been spoken.
Heaven keeps the score...
there's always something more,
if only you believe.
Every heart wants redemption
and deep inside there's a connection
thats waiting for the touch
it doesn't take too much
to set your spirit free.

Angel eyes see the morrow.
Angel eyes won't let sorrow
live inside your heart.

You've got a brand new start
if only you believe.
Every heart wants redemption
and deep inside there's a connection
that's waiting for the touch.
It doesn't take too much
to set your spirit free.

Angel eyes want to love you
and angels fly high above you.

The promise never ends.
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe.
The promise never ends.
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe.

Δεν αντέχουνε τα μάτια μου στα μάτια σου,
τις σπίθες απ τα μαύρα σου τα μάτια

κ'όλο γίνομαι κομμάτια πράσινα γλυκά μου μάτια


κάποτε αγάπησα μια κόρη
μάτια μου μαύρα μάτια μου
που ρωτούσε κάθε αγόρι
πότε γυναίκα θα γενεί

STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER

Beatles

Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real,
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real,
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

No one I think is in my tree,
I mean it must be high or low
That is, you can't you know tune in
but it's all right
That is, I think it's not too bad

Always know, sometimes think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think a "no" will be a "yes",
but it's all wrong
That is, I think I disagree

Let me take you down,
cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real,
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever

Neil Young - Tired Eyes

Well he shot four men
in a cocaine deal
And he left them
lyin' in an open field
Full of old cars
with bullet holes
in the mirrors.
He tried to do his best
but he could not.

Please take my advice,
please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.

Well, it wasn't
supposed to go
down that way.
But they burned his brother,
you know,
And they left him lying
in the driveway.
They let him down with nothin'.
He tried to do his best




but he could not.

Please take my advice,
please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.

Well tell me more,
tell me more,
tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper
or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours.
What do you mean,
he had bullet holes
in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best
but he could not.

Please take my advice,
please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.

Please take my advice,
please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes

Καλησπέρα...

Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?


No Guru, No Method, No Teacher...


[ Το μήνυμα επεξεργάστηκε από: Orfeus on 06-05-2005 01:24 ]

Ανέμη-Υπόγεια Ρεύματα


Δείξε μου πώς να σ’ αγαπάω
Δείξε μου πώς να σου το πω
Ό,τι άλλο πω φαίνεται άδειο
Ρίξε μου φως να τραγουδώ


Μάτια μου κοίταξε τον κόσμο
Και στη ματιά σου θα τον δω
Ό,τι έχεις νιώσει να το νιώσω
Ό,τι αγαπάς να το γευτώ


Σαν καράβι να σαλπάρω
Σαν αχός να ξαναρθώ
Σαν τραγούδι ν’ αρχινήσω
Σαν ανέμη να στραφώ


Να ‘μουν ανάσα να σου λείπω
Να ‘μουν πετράδι στο λαιμό
Όμορφη σκέψη να φωτίζω
Ό,τι σκιάζει τον καιρό


Ν’ απλώνω και να σε αγγίζω
Να σε ζητώ και να ‘σαι εδώ
Τα χείλη σου να βασανίζω
Κι ας βασανίζομαι κι εγώ


Σαν καράβι να σαλπάρω?

Σαν καράβι να σαλπάρω?

"Φεύγει η ζωή"

Τα Φώτα που Σβήνουν

Σ’ έστησα εχθές ξανά
Δεν περιμένω ν' ακούσεις
για τ' αμάξι που φταίει
Μόνο η τύχη μου φταίει

Μόνος μου θες ξανά
Με το πιάνο της θλίψης
Τραγουδάκια να φτιάχνω
Ναι για σένα να γράφω

Μάγισσα
μ’ ολοσκότεινα μάτια
Η ζωή μου η άδεια
μ’ ολοσκότεινα μάτια
Μάγισσα
πριν χαθείς θα σ’ αγγίξω
Και τον Μερφι θα ρίξω

Φεύγει η ζωή και εγώ μόνος αράζω
σ’ ένα κόσμο που λείπει
Κι’ αν μου φύγεις κι’ εσύ
η μουσική δεν ξορκίζει
δεν διώχνει την λύπη

Ψάχνω τους κολλητούς
μα κανένας δεν θα 'ρθει
Ο ψηλός καβαντζώνει
κι’ ο κοντός ξανανιώνει
Κι’ έτσι να βρέθηκα εδώ
στα δικά σου τα μέρη
Μα κι’ εσύ έχεις φύγει
κι’ η πληγή μου ανοίγει

Μάγισσα
μ’ ολοσκότεινα μάτια
Η ζωή μου η άδεια
μ’ ολοσκότεινα μάτια
Μάγισσα
πριν χαθείς θα σ’ αγγίξω
Και τον Μερφι θα ρίξω

Φεύγει η ζωή και εγώ μόνος αράζω
σ’ ένα κόσμο που λείπει
Κι’ αν μου φύγεις κι’ εσύ
η μουσική δεν ξορκίζει
δεν διώχνει την λύπη

Φεύγει η ζωή και εγώ μόνος αράζω
σ’ ένα κόσμο που λείπει
Κι’ αν μου φύγεις κι’ εσύ……

Πατρίδα μου είναι εκεί που μίσησα-Τρύπες



Κάτω απ’ τα πόδια μου οι δρόμοι καίγονται
Τρέχω σαν ξένος στην πιο ξένη ερημιά
Κι’ ακούω τις γέφυρες που πίσω μου γκρεμίζονται
Μα δεν με νοιάζει αν θα γυρίσω πίσω πια


Ότι έχω αφήσει εκεί πίσω είναι μια βρόμικη σκιά
Δεν με νοιάζει αν θα γυρίσω πίσω πια
Ότι έχει μείνει εκεί πίσω είναι μια βρόμικη σκιά
δεν με νοιάζει αν θα γυρίσω πίσω πια


Θέλω να ζήσω όπως τα αστέρια που ξεψύχησαν
Μέσα στο φως κάποιου αφιλόξενου και μακρινού ουρανού
Γιατί πατρίδα μου είναι εκεί που μίσησα και με μισήσαν περισσότερο
απ’ οπουδήποτε αλλού


Κλείνω τα μάτια μου γελάω και αφήνομαι
Μεθάω σα ξένος σε μια ξένη αγκαλιά
Πίσω τα ίχνη μου θαμπώνουν και σβήνουνε
Μα δεν με νοιάζει αν θα γυρίσω πίσω πια


Θέλω να ζήσω όπως τα αστέρια που ξεψύχησαν
Μέσα στο φως κάποιου αφιλόξενου και μακρινού ουρανού
Γιατί πατρίδα μου είναι εκεί που μίσησα και με μισήσαν περισσότερο απ’ οπουδήποτε

...Σκέφτομαι πάλι ίσως δεν ήσουνα εσύ ό,τι ονειρεύτηκα
όμως θυμάμαι μια νύχτα είδα τα μάτια της λύπης να μου χαμογελάνε...

ΚΑΘΡΕΦΤΗΣ

του Αλκίνοου

Μια μέρα ήρθε στο χωριό η γυναίκα ταραντούλα
και όλοι τρέξαν’ να την δουν
Άλλος της πέταξε ψωμί κι’ άλλοι της ρίξαν’ πέτρα
απ' την ασχήμια να σωθούν

Κι’ ένα παιδί της χάρισε ένα κόκκινο λουλούδι, ένα παιδί
Ένα παιδί της ζήτησε να πει ένα τραγούδι, ένα παιδί (Κι’ είπε)

Kι’ είπε ποτέ σου μην τους πεις τι άσχημοι που μοιάζουν
Αυτοί που σε σιχαίνονται, μα στέκουν και κοιτάζουν
Κι’ είπε ποτέ σου μη κοιτάς τον άλλο μες στα μάτια
Γιατί καθρέφτης γίνεσαι κι’ όλοι σε σπαν' κομμάτια

Μια μέρα ήρθε στο χωριό άγγελος πληγωμένος
τον φέρανε σ' ένα κλουβί
Κι’ έκοβε εισιτήριο ο κόσμος αγριεμένος
την ομορφιά του για να δει

Κι’ ένα παιδί σαν χάδι ωραίο αγγελούδι, ένα παιδί
Ένα παιδί του ζήτησε να πει ένα τραγούδι, ένα παιδί (Κι’ είπε)

Κι’ είπε, αν θέλεις να σωθείς από την ομορφιά σου
Πάρε τσεκούρι και σπαθί και κόψε τα φτερά σου
Κι’ είπε ποτέ σου μη κοιτάς τον άλλο μες στα μάτια
Γιατί καθρέφτης γίνεσαι κι’ όλοι σε σπαν’ κομμάτια

Μάτια μου μεγάλα
Μέλι με το γάλα
Ρίξ' τε μου κι εμένα μια ματιά....

(Αλίκη Βουγιουκλάκη, από την ταινία: Το πιο λαμπρό αστέρι)

AC/DC -Dirty Eyes


Honey
Yeah honey
You do it
Woooo, do it good
Do it all right
Every night
When you turn off the light
It's outta sight
(alright)

You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Your dirty eyes

Breathin
Breathin heavy
Heavy
Heavy breathin



Send shivers down my spine
[make me | and [i'm|you're]] so glad that you're mine
[when you're so bad and you're
Mine]
That's what turns me on
All night long

You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
You got dirty eyes
Dirty eyes

Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
I love your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Right through me
Your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the EYE.

Placebo - Twenty Years

(Μπορεί να είναι εκφραση πάντως η λέξη 'eye' υπάρχει.. χιχιχι)

Survivor

Eye Of The Tiger

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Hush
It’s okay
Dry your EYE
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Cause soulmates never die

/ - . - \

Hush
It’s okay
Dry your EYES
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die

Placebo - Sleeping with ghosts

"Listen with your eyes"

10CC

I don't need no special things
to get me high
All I needs a touch of Ron
to get me by

I see people travelling,
never make a move
I don't follow my leader,
needles in the groove

I don't like sitar,
it don't touch guitar

People selling me heaven,
praying to the sky
I don't read their message
Listen with your eyes

Listen with your eyes
Listen with your eyes

You've had a hustling day
Your life's roundabout anyway

I got my feet on the ground
That doesn't mean I don't get around

I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue
I love to see a daybreak
It's not a chemical wide awake

I like a rub in the tub
I never want to pull out the plug

I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue
Mr. Blue!

People search the dailies,
live by horoscope

Looking for direction,
don't they get the joke

I won't fear the reaper,
when the curtain falls

I'm not vegetating,
waiting for the call

I don't like sitar,
it don't touch guitar

Wake up to the future,
you should make your plans

Dreams are made in heaven,

life is in your hands
Life is in your hands

Life is in your hands
Life is in your hands

Listen with your eyes
Listen with your eyes

Άναψα όλα τα φώτα
κι έδωσα παράσταση
σαν πεθάνει η αγάπη
δεν γνωρίζει Ανάσταση

Τα βεγγαλικά σου μάτια
φέγγουν σαν τον φώσφορο
σαν νυχτερινά καράβια
που περνούν τον βόσπορο

Άναψα όλα τα φώτα
κι έγινες αόρατη
νέφος που το πήρε αέρας
σε μια πόλη αυτόματη

τα βεγγαλικά σου μάτια
ένα ολοκαύτωμα
και η μοναξιά να πέφτει
σαν βροχή στο πάτωμα

Χαράχτηκε το βλέμμα σου στα δυο
με κάτι δάκρυα πικρά μπογιατισμένα
και μου πες ξημερώματα πάρε με από δω
και απ' την σιωπή προτίμησες
δυο λόγια μεθυσμένα.

Τα χρόνια φεύγουν θες δεν θες
σαν των ματιών σου τις βαφές
κι εσύ φοβάσαι,
τα χρόνια φεύγουν θες δεν θες
σαν των ματιών σου τις βαφές
να με θυμάσαι.

Οι αγάπες σου σ' αφήσαν μοναχή
σου μάθαν πως να φεύγεις μ' ένα γεια σου
μα κάποιο βράδυ ξέχασες μια πόρτα ανοιχτή
κι ένα σπιρτόκουτο που γράφει τ'όνομά σου.

Τα χρόνια φεύγουν θες δεν θες...

Κάθε φορά που ανοίγεις δρόμο στην ζωή
μην περιμένεις να σε βρει το μεσονύχτι
έχε τα μάτια σου ανοιχτά βράδυ πρωί
γιατί μπροστά σου πάντα απλώνεται ένα δίχτυ

Κι αν κάποτε στα βρόγχια του πιαστείς
κανείς δεν θα μπορέσει να σε βγάλει
μονάχος βρες την άκρη της κλωστής
κι αν είσαι τυχερός ξεκίνα πάλι

Αυτό το δίχτυ έχει ονόματα βαριά
που είναι κλεισμένα σ' επτασφράγιστο κιτάπι
άλλοι το λεν του κάτω κόσμου πονηριά
κι άλλοι το λεν της πρώτης Άνοιξης αγάπη