Το τραγούδι του τέλους...

Αρχη και φινάλε, σκοτάδι και φως, αγάπη πανάρχαιο δράμα.
Σ' ακούω καρδιά μου δεν είμαι κουφός, αγάπη τι δύσκολο πράγμα.
Σωρός αναμνήσεις δεν πάει καιρός, αγάπη και γέλιο και κλάμα.
Στο τέλος δεν ήμουν πολύ τυχερος, αγάπη τι δύσκολο πράγμα.

Οι αγάπες χάνονται, σβήνουν σαν τ' αστέρια
φεύγουν σαν τα καλοκαίρια.
Κολλάει ο χρόνος, δεν πάει εμπρός κι εσύ δε μου στέλνεις πια γράμμα.
Δε θες να με ξέρεις λες κι είμαι εχθρός, αγάπη τι δύσκολο πράγμα.

to trenaki girnouse fwtismeno k axno ston aera
katw i 8alassa me ena karabi to feggari pio pera
se 8imamai sixna p forouses ena aspro foustani
sta tragoudia pou legame oi dio mas oi fwnes xamilwsan
xaragmeni kardia sto pagkaki pou meta tin prodwsan
mia fora mou'xes pei den mporei 8a to niwsane ki alloi
prin to telos pws miazei i siwpi san agapi megali......
Kai gw pou zw gia panta edw ki olo feugw to telos prin na dw
ka8e nixta pou pernaei girizw 3ana
skotadi ginomai kai paradinomai
sto ri8mo sou pou kaiei akoma afto to swma pou menei xronia xwris skia
ka8e nixta pou pernaei san tainia
ki oti zisame proballetai me fonto tin platia
ka8e nixta pou pernaei panta edw
ki olo feugw prin minoume monoi to telos min dw....






Mia ponemeni kardia...........

"JOHNNY YEN"

James

Ladies and gentlemen, here’s my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act
At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can’t let it out, they’ll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See houdini and his underwater tricks
You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick
Watch knievel hit the 17th bus
You got crushed in the souvenir rush
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

I said poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can’t let it out, they’ll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

Ladies and gentlemen, here’s my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy

Come on, somebody, finish him off please
Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you
Can’t you see he’s had enough?
Finish him off, somebody

Next!

Mallon i kalliteri ermineia pou exo akousei se stil:"piano kai fonitika"
Edose tin psixi tou o anthropos...







Peter Hammill - In the End


I promise you, I won't leave a clue:
no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe.
Still, a steady trail to the water's edge...
I will keep my pledge to the end:
I intend to go free.

No more rushing around, no more travelling chess;
I guess I'd better sit down, you know I do need the rest....
Yes, it's time to resign with equanimity and placidity
from the game.
I can't explain;
I can't relate....
Have I done it all too late?

Now is the time for the commission to report;
till lately, I thought I'd been planted.
Trying hard to make it all come real,
permission to feel is ungranted.
But now it's happening I'd like to keep it private if I can;
last words, last looks, make a final stand.
Now my number's come up on the Pools,
I guess I'll board the Titanic for a cruise....

Now is the time to make my status clear,
too late, I fear, and lonely,
as friends and enemies traverse the stage;
all in a rage disown me.
And all the pit-props shatter into dust about my ears:
memory and conscience, hope and fear.
As I crawl out further on the limb
something tells me I am crawling
in to unknown prophecies and lives
the rainbow's end is hemmed around with knives....

As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim,
shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in?
Have I reached the point when I should take my cue
and follow you and your signs?
I can't remember my lines
as the prompter cat-calls
and the cards all fall
in the strike.

All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled.
Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world?
Or am I living out (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge?
The willow bends
as do my hands;
do you understand?
And will you still be my friend in the end?

When my mouth falls slack
and I can't summon up another tune,
shall I then look back and say
I did it all
too soon?

Τελειώσαμε και εμείς..... Πριν το τέλος πως μοιάζει η σιωπή σαν αγάπη μεγάλη.... Η ζωή εδω τελειώνει.....

Δεν Έχει Τέλος - Ξύλινα Σπαθιά ,δίσκος: Μια Ματιά Σαν Βροχή

Σκέφτομαι ένα χαρτοπαίκτη να μου λέει
παίξε λίγο ακόμα, παίξε, τι έχεις να χάσεις
του λέω ωραία η ασπίδα αλλά σου κλείνει όλη τη θέα
από την πόρτα πώς θα περάσεις;

Σκέφτομαι τις πόλεις που μου λέγαν
μείνε λίγο ακόμα μείνε, πού θες να φτάσεις
κι απάντησα έχω ήδη φύγει από καιρό
συγχώρεσε με, μη με ξεχάσεις

Ύστερα σκέφτομαι το δρόμο
ίσως να σε ξαναδώ, άλλη μέρα
σκέφτομαι το δρόμο...

Στη συνέχεια παίζεται πάλι η εισαγωγή

Σκέφτομαι ότι η χώρα που γυρνάω τόσα χρόνια
δεν υπάρχει σε κανένα χάρτη
ποιος είναι ο Κάιν, πώς κυλάει το νερό
που είν' η Μαρία ποία είναι η Αστάρτη;
Χτυπάει το κουδούνι, ένα στιλέτο ένα τακούνι
λέει με λένε της λέω δε με νοιάζει
μου λέει μπλα-μπλα-μπλα ή αν θέλω μπλα-μπλα-μπλα
της λέω ούτε με πειράζει
Σκέφτομαι ότι η χώρα που γυρνάω τόσα χρόνια
δεν υπάρχει σε κανένα χάρτη
ποιος είναι ο Εξορκιστής, η ρόδα της ζωής
το τρένο τι ώρα θα 'ρθει
Αυτοί που σπρώχνουν τις ψυχές μας στη πορνεία μια, μια
τις δικές τους θα τρυπήσει μαύρο βέλος
γιατί ο δρόμος είναι αλήθεια, χίλια κι ένα παραμύθια
είναι το σπίτι μας, δεν έχει τέλος...

the end has no end-strokes

one by one,ticking time bombs won
it's not the secret of the goverment
that's keeping you dumb
oh!it's the other way round-wait...
what's that sound?
one by one,baby here they come

he wants it easy,he want it relaxed
said i can do a lot of things,but i can't do that
two Steps forward,then tree Steps back
...allright...

''won't you take a walk outside?''
oh no...
''can't you find some other guy?''
oh no...
''1,9,6,9 what's that sound?''
oh no..
keeping down the underground

oh no.....
the end has no end....the end has no end...