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TΟΧΙC

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Baby, can't you see, I'm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous, I'm falling

There's no escape, I can't wait
I need a hit, baby give me it
You're dangerous, I'm lovin' it

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head
spinning round and round
do you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?

It's getting late to give you up
I took a sip from my devil's cup
Slowly It's taking over me

Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Can you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?

(Taste of your lips I'm on a ride)
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under (Toxic)
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?

Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
(I think I'm ready now)
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now.

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Πελαγο να ζησω δεν θα βρω
σε ψυχη,ψαριου κορμι γατισιο.
Καθε βραδυ βγαινω να πνιγω
ποτε αστρα ποτε ακρη της αβυσσου.

Κατι κυνηγω...σαν τον ναυαγο
τα χρονια μου σεντονια μου,τσιγαρα να τα σβησω.

Αυτη η νυχτα μενει,αιωνες παγωμενη
που δυο ψυχες δεν βρηκαν καταφυγιο.
Κι ηρθαν στον κοσμο ξενοι
και καταδικασμενοι
να ζησουν εναν ερωτα επιγειο.

Χαθηκα και εγω καποια βραδυα
πελαγο η φωνη του Καζαντζιδη.
Πεφταν τ αστρα μεσ την λασπουρια
μαυρος μαγκας ο καιρος και μαυρο φιδι.

Μουγνεφε η καρδια,παρε μυρουδια
το λαδι εδω πως καιγεται και ζησε το ταξιδι

 

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...Και ενα απο τα αγαπημενα δικα Μου....

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Παραγγελιά: anasia για σένα...
Χόρεψε...
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Τhanks Eua !

 

 

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Aγαπημένο μου!!
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εις απαντηση ... και εκφραζοντας την αντρικη πλειοψηφια ... απο τα πλεον αγαπημενα και διδακτικα .....

Στίχοι: Μιχάλης Γαβριηλίδης
Μουσική: Ζακ Ιακωβίδης
Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Χρηστάκης

Δεν θέλω μόνιμη αγκαλιά δεν θέλω μόνιμα φιλιά
δεν θέλω έλεγχο τι κάνω και που πάω
τi ώρα γύρισα εχθές, με ποιες αλήτευα προχθές
τέτοια σκλαβιά δεν την μπορώ δεν τη βαστάω

Θα ζήσω ελεύθερο πουλί κι όχι κορόιδο στο κλουβί
για μια μονάχα θηλυκιά να κελαηδάω
θα χτίσω είκοσι φωλιές κι άμα γουστάρω αγκαλιές
από κανάρα σε κανάρα θα πετάω

Θέλει η ζωή μας αλλαγές και ας τσαντίζονται πολλές
δεν δίνω φράγκο κάθε μια τι θα μου σούρει
και το πουλί για να τραφεί πρέπει ν' αλλάζει τη τροφή
κι όχι σκέτο κανναβούρι κανναβούρι

Θα ζήσω ελεύθερο πουλί κι όχι κορόιδο στο κλουβί
για μια μονάχα θηλυκιά να κελαηδάω
θα χτίσω είκοσι φωλιές κι άμα γουστάρω αγκαλιές
από κανάρα σε κανάρα θα πετάω

.... αυτα τα λεω για να τ΄ακουω ..... 

 

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Η Ella Fitzgerald και ο Ronnie Scott τζαμάρουν το 1974 (?) με το The Man I Love

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Το περίφημο Summertime ( από το Porgy & Bess) του George Gershwin με πάθος από την Ella... Πάντα η δική της μοναδική ερμηνεία...

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Hurricane

Bob Dylan

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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, my god, they killed them all!
Here comes the story of the hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin there does patty see
And another man named bello, movin around mysteriously.
I didnt do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin, he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
In the hot new jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In paterson thats just the way things go.
If youre black you might as well not show up on the street
less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin around
He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin and they haul rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye
Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!
Yes, heres the story of the hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubins in south america, fightin for his name
While arthur dexter bradleys still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin the screws to him, lookin for somebody to blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think youd like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin that night?
Dont forget that you are white.

Arthur dexter bradley said, Im really not sure.
Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bello
Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
Youll be doin society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He aint no gentleman jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay
And when its over Id just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of rubins cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made rubins witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fools hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
Thats the story of the hurricane,
But it wont be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time hes done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.



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