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The Residents - "Bury me not"



"Oh, bury me not
on the lone prairie"

These words came slow
and mournfully

From the bleedin' lips
of the youth who lay
On his dyin' bed
at the close of day

He moaned in pain
while over his head
The shadows of death
grew thick like lead

He thought of his home
and family that night
As the workers gathered
to watch him die

"Oh, bury me not
on the lone prairie
Where the wild coyote
howl over me

In a narrow grave,
just six by three
Oh, bury me not
on the lone prairie"

"In dreams I've listened
to the well-known words
Of the wild prairie winds
and the songs of birds

Think of the table
where my mama put flowers
And the scenes I loved
in those long lost hours"

"It matters not
I've often been told
Where the body lies,
when the heart grows cold
Oh grant, oh grant
this wish to me
And bury me not
on the lone prairie"

"I've always wished
to be laid when I die
In a little churchyard
on the green hillside

By my mama's grave
please let mine be
And bury me not
on the lone prairie"

"Oh, bury me not"
and his voice stopped there

But we took no heed
of his dyin' prayer
In a narrow grave,
just six by three
We buried him
on the lone prairie

 

Kashmir - Led Zeppelin

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, ooooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there

 

Spiritual Front
- Cruisin..




Be cruel with me and show me
The strength, the perfection of authority,
Don't let my heart become a victim,
A victim and executioner have the same perfect role.

One inside the other, one on top of the other
The beast engraves his seal into my flesh,
The angel stabs my chest with his golden arrows.

I'm crawling on these streets until
You abuse my exhausted body,
'Til you make a sacrifice
Upon these violated doors.

Your ivory seed enlivens
Our final carnal fight
And the conquest of this throne
Made of flesh and fascination.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait for the storm to submit
My proud filthy love.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait because the best
Memories die fast.

Without any word be clear
Without your breathing skimming my neck,
I know your dagger and I will follow it
No kiss of fire for who betrayed my Adonis.

And I will throw myself to your feet
You're playin' dices my virginity,
Will this be the way of expiation
And the reward of my only god.

I'm crawling on these streets until
You abuse my exhausted body,
'Til you make a sacrifice
Upon these violated doors.

Your ivory seed enlivens
Our final carnal fight
And the conquest of this throne
Made of flesh and fascination.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait for the storm to submit
My proud filthy love.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait because the best
Memories die fast.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait for the storm to submit
My proud filthy love.

I'm slowly cruisin' until
Your worst last desire bends my back,
Wait because the best
Memories die fast.

 

You've never shown a trace of human frailty,
No-one could ever catch you on the hop:
Each post-modern take on the action
would find you
already, in principle, totally hot,
all self-referential commentary
and a marketing man's sense of talk shop.

The sharper the image you cut
the more you seem unreal;
so sharp you could cut yourself,
transparently ideal.

We all know that hard-boiled look,
you cooked it up to face down the stares;
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around you,
as though you're already no longer quite there.
You acknowledge your trauma,
your neurosis is stripped and laid bare.

The sharper the image you cut
the more you disappear;
so sharp you could cut yourself,
somehow this transparency's unclear.

All the mirrors in your playroom,
they twist your psycho-epidermis into shape.
No doubt you emerged in your make-up believing
quite simply, believing that you'd got it taped
but the vacancy you offered
is already a Cheshire Cat gape.

The sharper the image you cut
the more you disappeared;
so sharp you could cut yourself -
are you still really here?
And the sharper the image you cut
the more you seemed a fake,
so sharp you could cut yourself,
transparently opaque....
And the sharper the image you cut
the less you seemed alive;
so sharp, but this open book's
transparently jive.

You were so sharp you cut yourself,
so sharp you could cut yourself;
you were so sharp you made yourself
transparent
and transparently unclear.

 

Θα 'σαι μόνος τις τρεις το πρωί κι ο πλανήτης καπνός στις ειδήσεις
Να ζητάς ν' αγοράσεις βροχή για φωτιές που ποτέ δε θα σβήσεις
Να 'σαι μόνος στις τρεις το πρωί στην οδό πουθενά και καθόλου
Να σου λένε πως βρήκαν νεκρή τη ζωή σου κοντά στην Αιόλου

Νύχτα που σκοτώνει, νύχτα που καρφώνει
Νύχτα και οι νόμοι βγάζουν τα σκυλιά
Καίω τ' όνομα μου και τα σύνορα μου
Όλα να καούνε σαν βεγγαλικά
Που είσαι, πού είσαι

Ναι 'σαι μόνος στις τρεις το πρωί στα σκοτάδια να ρίχνεις τα δίχτυα
Το φεγγάρι κρυφά να κοιτάς στους καθρέφτες να λες καληνύχτα
Τους κοιτώ και δε βγάζουν μιλιά προτομές των σοφών δολοφόνων
Να κρατούν συνεχώς αγκαλιά ένα ψέμα πολλών μεγατόνων

Νύχτα που σκοτώνει, νύχτα που καρφώνει..

 

The hanging tree ( Jennifer Lawrence )


Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

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I surender - Saybia

A million suns are glowing in the night
Everything is quiet
Except for all the voices in my head
That say your name
Tonight I'm letting go
About to give in

I surrender myself
Into the arms of a beautiful stranger
I surrender myself to you - to you
I surrender myself
Into the arms of a beautiful stranger
I surrender myself to you - to you

There's only one bridge left for me
My heart is almost free
Beautiful by my side
But all I think about is you
And tonight I'm letting go
About to give in

I surrender myself
Into the arms of a beautiful stranger
I surrender myself to you - to you
I surrender myself
Into the arms of a beautiful stranger
I surrender myself to you - to you

Who really loves me
You really love me
My beautiful stranger
You really love me like I love you

 

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Private Investigations ( Dire Straits )

It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses
confidential information - contained in a diary
this is my investigation - not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
private investigations

 

Gil Scott - Heron - I'm new here



I did not become someone different
I did not want to be

But Im new here
Will you show me around?
No matter how far wrong you've gone
You can always turn around

Met a woman in a bar
I told her I was hard to get to know
And near impossible to forget
She said I had an ego on me, the size of Texas

Well, Im new here and I forget
Does that mean big or small?
No matter how far wrong you've gone
You can always turn around

And Im shedding plates like a snake
And it may be crazy
But Im the closest thing I have
To a voice of reason

Turn around, turn around, turn around
And you may come full circle
And be new here again

 

Απέραντη Θλιμμένη Ανταρκτική ( Διάφανα Κρίνα )

Εκεί που οι μεθυσμένοι ψιθυρίζουν
τραγούδια της αγάπης, του χαμού.
Εκεί που οι νεκροί στριφογυρίζουν
στον ύπνο τους και κλαίνε που και που.

Εκεί που η αγάπη έχει τελειώσει
και σιγοσβήνουν των χαμένων οι λυγμοί.
Εκεί που το κορμί σου έχουν στοιχειώσει
τουρίστες της ζωής σου θλιβεροί.

Μέσα στα μπαρ που αυτοκτονούνε οι θαμώνες,
μέσα στην πιο καλή μας μουσική,
στους σκοτεινούς της νιότης μας χειμώνες,
μέσα στα έγκατα της γης.

Παντού θα με ζητάς και θα με ψάχνεις
μα εγώ θα κρύβομαι βουβός για πάντα εκεί,
εκεί μέσα στα μάτια σου που αστράφτει
μια απέραντη θλιμμένη Ανταρκτική.

 

Quello che non c' è ( Afterhours )

Ho questa foto di pura gioia
e di un bambino con la sua pistola
che spara dritto davanti a sé,
a quello che non c'è.
Ho perso il gusto, non ha sapore,
quest'alito di angelo che mi lecca il cuore,
ma credo di camminare dritto sull'acqua e
su quello che non c'è.
Arriva l'alba o forse no,
a volte ciò che sembra alba,
non è,
ma so che so camminare dritto sull'acqua e
su quello che non c'è.
Rivuoi la scelta, rivuoi il controllo,
rivoglio le mie ali nere, il mio mantello,
la chiave della felicità è la disobbedienza in sé,
a quello che non c'è.
Perciò io maledico il modo in cui sono fatto,
il mio modo di morire sano e salvo dove m'attacco,
il mio modo vigliacco di restare sperando che ci sia,
quello che non c'è.
Curo le foglie, saranno forti,
se riesco ad ignorare che gli alberi son morti,
ma questo è camminare alto sull'acqua e
su quello che non c'è,
Ed ecco arriva l'alba so che è qui per me,
meraviglioso come a volte ciò che sembra non è,
fottendosi da sé, fottendomi da me,
per quello che non c'è.