Το Πνεύμα & το Οινό….πνευμα!!

THIN LIZZY

"Whiskey In The Jar"

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman 'cos you know she treats me easy
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I lay down on the bed and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a rollin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
Ahlalalala, lalala.....

Summer Wine - Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood

Strawberries cherries and an angel΄s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel΄s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohhh-oh summer wine

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn΄t find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel΄s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin΄ for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel΄s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine

THE RIVER-SENTENCED

Yet another morning
that feels like this
Yet another life's bitter kiss

It has been like this for I don't know how long
I only know that at some point
it all went wrong

I don't remember much from last night
but still far more than I would like to

I'm floating downstream that damned river again

What can I do now except continue
and open a bottle once more
What can I do now except see this through
and float with the stream, off the shore
- see where the river will take me

When I needed you, you weren't there
now I need booze like I need the air that I breathe

With each DRINK I'm drifting further away from your world
the further off I get the harder it will be to return

It has been like this for I don't know how long
I only know that at some point
it all went wrong

Floating downstream that damned river again
The river that's distilled from premium grain

What can I do now except continue
and open a bottle once more
What can I do now except see this through
and float with the stream, off the shore
- see where the river will take me
- see where the river will take me

Peter Hammill - Happy Hour




Fuelled by alcohol,

shooting out words like a rocket,
like a prophet out of Babylon
method acting the absurd....
Shoot me those highballs
till I'm lit up like I'm plugged in a socket;
lock me eyeball to eyeball,
let's not bother with the words.
Oh, bring on the clowns, bring on the night,
pour me double vision in black and white.
I'm falling, falling - don't give me that look!
I'm falling, falling, it's the oldest trick in the book,
My chickadee, my passion flower,
show me the way to the Happy Hour.

I don't like to see that:
oh, no, I don't like the way the hand is shaking,
shape-making like an acrobat
on his way to the trapeze.
My friends in the crowd
are all taking bets -
they're taking away the safety net.
Falling, falling - don't give me that look!
I'm falling, only falling, it's the oldest trick in the book,
vertigo on the high-wire tower -
is this really what they mean by 'Happy Hour`?

The line between the social and the suicidal
so fine he might not know when he's crossed it,
when he's lost it;
when the social kick becomes the gauging-stick of survival.

So here's to the circus,
let's drink to the game of forgetting
the marionette strings that jerk us,
the real world just outside the door.
I know that my legs have gone
and I know that the light here is far from perfect...
I've rehearsed it, so I'll carry on
until I wind up on the floor.

My friends in the bar
will stand me a round,
they'll toast me on my way to the underground.
I'm falling, falling - don't give me that look!
I'm falling, only falling, it's the oldest trick in the book,
My chickadee, my passion flower,
show me the way to the Happy Hour.
Vertigo on the high-wire tower -
is this really what they mean by 'Happy Hour`?

Put on the greasepaint, we're getting ready for Happy Hour.
Do you hear me now? Can you feel me now?
I'm in the middle of Happy Hour...
Put on the greasepaint

NEIL YOUNG

"Whiskey Boot Hill"

Winding paths
through tables and glass
First fall was new
Now watch the summer pass
So close to you.

Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too young to leave.

No pass out sign on the door
set me thinking
Are waitresses paying the price
of their winking?
While stars sit in bars and decide
what their drinking,
They drop by to die 'cause it's
faster than sinking.

Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too young to leave.

Find out that now was the answer
To answers that you gave later
She did the things
that we both did before, now,
But who forgave her.

If I could stand to see her crying
I would tell her not to care.
When she learns of all your lyin'
Will she join you there?

Country girl I think you're pretty,
Got to make you understand,
Have no lovers in the city,
Let me be your country man.
Got to make you understand

Μάγια μου ’χεις καμωμένα και τρελαίνομαι για σένα

Και τρελαίνομαι για σένα, στο ΚΡΑΣΙ τα ’χεις ριγμένα



Πόσα μου ’χεις καμωμένα, στο χαρτί τα ’χω γραμμένα

Στο χαρτί τα ’χω γραμμένα, πόσα μου ’χεις καμωμένα



Μάγια μου ’χεις κάνει μάγια και μου κάνεις και την άγια

Και μου κάνεις και την άγια, μάγια μου ’χεις κάνει μάγια....

JEFF BUCKLEY

"Moodswing Whiskey"

Mood swing whiskey
Drank it all in the morning
Waiting for the dark to move in
Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen
Horseflies on the window sill
Eyes trained on the lemon king
And wishing it were a gun

I'm thinking of our wedding rings
Trapped inside the heater
Spring water on the floor of this
Sex starved room

The nightmare's fires burn
The waves of bliss
I tried to stop it with my hand
I was lost in the kiss
With you

Mood swing whiskey
Your bliss, the actress,
Bliss, the assassin
Bliss, the abyss

Did a crazy shot of whiskey
In about zero to sixty
All i could see was the beer

I face the future with a drink in my right
Eyes to the sparkling gloom
Body naked, afraid, and amazed

Say boost me up to your junkyard paradise
Boost me up to your junkyard paradise
With a sweet-ass photo of you

She cheated, and she lied, and you stole her
Stung my tongue just like
Sweat from her shoulder

Ooh, mood swing whiskey
Your love, the destroyer
Love, the destroyer
Love, love...

Yes mood swing whiskey has my brain
Only you can break this chain
Are you here in my bed again
Can you hear my love again [x4]

Run down the subway station babe
I'm packing my rod
All and present histories erased
I am a punishing god
Mood swing whiskey
Yeah the leaves are made of
Messy things again

And i said this is all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All for the law of gravity
And the price of admission

Beautiful loser warm hearts have let you down
Beautiful loser warm hearts have left you
Oh no, you...

I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since i took a drink from you
This is for all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All in the name of gravity
And the price of admission

Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Cause you're beautiful

I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since I took a drink of you

Κερασμένα λοιπόν κερασμένα


τα πικρά μου ποτά κερασμένα


και τα χρόνια μου τα ευτυχισμένα


κερασμένα...πληρωμένα κι αυτά




Κερασμένα όσα πίστεψα κάποτε


κερασμένα σ' ολονών την υγειά


κερασμένα όσα μου 'λεγες άλλοτε


κι όσα δε λέγονται σε κανένα


στα παιδιά από μένα κερασμένα....

Οι ιπποται,οι ιπποται κουτσοπιναν ποτε-ποτε
κι απ'το ποτε-ποτε-ποτε καταληξαν ολοι ποται!

Οι ιπποται,οι ιπποται,μα κανεις να μην το πει
γιναν ποται,κι απο τοτε,ολο ητανε στουπι!

Αι ωραιαι δεσποσυναι μπεκροπιναν και εκειναι
κι απ'το πινε-πινε-πινε
δες πως,δες πως,δες πως ειναι!!!!

Αι ωραιαι δεσποσυναι,μα κανεις να μην το πει
ολο πινε-πινε-πινε,καταντουσανε στουπι!

Δεσποσυναι και ιπποται μπεκροπιναν ποτε-ποτε
κι απ'το πινε-πινε-πινε καταντουσανε στουπι!!!!

(δυστυχως δε θυμαμαι στιχουργο!)
Μουσικη: Ν.Κυπουργος


(χικ!)

EVERYTHING I LOVE IS KILLING ME..ALAN JACKSON

Coffee keeps me up and I can't sleep
And when I drink too much then I can't eat
Losing you has led me to believe
Everything I love is killing me

Everything I love is killing me
Cigarettes, JACK DANIELS and caffeine
And that's the way you're turning out to be
Everything I love, gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killing me

I guess I made a big mistake
Thinkin' you're a habit I can break
Well, I'm addicted to you now I see
Everything I love is killing me

Everything I love is killing me
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
And that's the way you're turning out to be
Everything I love, gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killing me
Everything I love, gonna have to give up
'Cause everything I love is killing me

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Μουσική: Αντώνης Μιτζέλος, Στίχοι: Μαρία Ρήγα

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Μουσική/Στίχοι: Παπακωνσταντίνου Θανάσης

Αποστολέας: Λουδοβίκος
Στάλθηκε: 10-11-2004

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