Sounds like BDSM to me...

Ισχύει αυτό που λες... αλλά από τότε που το άκουσα εδώ πέρα... δεν μπορώ να το ερμηνεύσω αλλιως... δεν θυμάμαι καν αν είχα προσέξει ποτέ τους στίχους..

 

Βάλε με μες τα πιο κρυφα στα πιο απαίσια όνειρα σου
Είμαι δικιά σου είμαι ολότελα δικιά σου
Κάνε με ότι θες, σκίσε με, κάψε με, γάμα με
Γαμα με όσο θες, όπως θες
Κατέβασε με στης ψυχής σου τον πάτο
Δεν μιλάω, δεν γελάω, δεν πονάω
Κατεβασε με στης ψυχής σου τον πάτο
Ετσι κι αλλιώς δεν υπάρχω
Δεν υπάρχω
Αδειασε πάνω μου τη θλίψη σου τη σιχασιά σου
Είμαι δικιά σου ειμαι ολότελα δικιά σου
Κάνε με ότι θες, σκίσε με, κάψε με, γάμα με
Γάμα με όσο θες όπως θες
Κατεβασε με στης ψυχής σου τον πατο
Κι ακόμα πιο κάτω
Δεν μιλάω, δεν γελάω, δεν πονάω
Κατέβασε με στης ψυχής
Ετσι κι αλλιώς δεν υπάρχω
Δεν υπάρχω

 

Στίχοι: Άλκης Αλκαίος
Μουσική: Σωκράτης Μάλαμας


Πρωινά λαχανιασμένα
rendez vous ματαιωμένα
δρόμο παίρνεις δρόμο αφήνω
κόμπο δένεις κόμπο λύνω
στην ηλιοφεγγιά σε φτάνω
στην αστροφεγγιά σε χάνω

Όποιος φοράει τη θλίψη στέμμα
ίσως ποτέ του δε θα μάθει
τι δρόμο ανοίγει ένα ψέμα
τι μέλι κρύβει το αγκάθι

Στου Απρίλη τις ταράτσες
ονειροπαρμένες φάτσες
σκάβουν στη σιωπή λαγούμι
με τσιγάρο και με ρούμι
σαν φαντάροι απολυμένοι
που κανείς δε περιμένει

Όποιος φοράει τη θλίψη στέμμα
ίσως ποτέ του δε θα μάθει
τι δρόμο ανοίγει ένα βλέμμα
τι μέλι κρύβει το αγκάθι

Μόρτισσα καραμελάτη
τσακιστή και μυρωδάτη
με κερνάει σαν νυχτώνει
του έρωτά της το αφιόνι
κρύβει η νύχτα το μαχαίρι
και μας παίρνει απ’ το χέρι

 

Σε θέλω
Είσαι παιχνίδι κι εσύ
Κάποιου Θεού που όλο φέρνει βροχή
Κι όμως σε θέλω

Σε θέλω
Όπως το ρεύμα χτυπά
Δυο χέρια αθώα βρεγμένα γυμνά
Έτσι σε θέλω

Αφού φτάσαμε ως εδώ
Τελειωσέ με μια και έξω
Τι άλλο τώρα να διαλέξω
Τι να ζω

Στης ζωής μου το γκρεμό
Έλα εσύ και γίνε τέρμα
Ένα ειν’ το θέμα
Σ’ αγαπώ

Σε θέλω
Θάλασσα εσύ του μυαλού
Πνίγομαι όμως δεν πάω αλλού
Κι έτσι σε θέλω

Σε θέλω
Σαν πληγωμένο πουλί
Χαριστική σου ζητάω βολή
Έτσι σε θέλω

Στίχοι:
Ελεάνα Βραχάλη
Μουσική:
Μιχάλης Χατζηγιάννης

 

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

 

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something that Godiva couldn't re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno...tu eres mi pecado mortal...cojelo otra vez...
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

 

Με εντυπωσιάζει που απ' αυτο το νήμα λείπει κατι που θεωρούσα οτι θα βρω πρωτο εδω...

Hello sweet pie
I'm really glad that you could make it...
I think we should get straight to business...
Show me what you've got...
It's all yours...

R:
Yes boss...I'm on the mic...
I'll try to give you what you like...
I can be soft...I can be hard...
Let me do the B-part...please...please...

Sugar, sugar...so close..and yet so far...
I would love to take you to the B-part...
But I'm afraid we're not quite there yet...
So darling...Grab that mic again and give your best shot...

R:
Yes boss...I'm on the mic...
I'll try to give you what you like...
I can be soft...I can be hard...
Let me do the B-part...please...please...

Oohh yeahh...that's what I call sweet music...
I really like what you're doing here...
yet...I think you're gonna have to work a little harder baby...just a little harder...

R:
Yes boss...I'm on the mic...
I'll try to give you what you like...
I can be soft...I can be hard...
Let me do the B-part...please...please...

ohh yeahh...way to go...
now we're really getting somewhere...
It's getting hot in here...
Hit me baby...hit me one more time...

R:
Yes boss...I'm on the mic...
I'll try to give you what you like...
I can be soft...I can be hard...
Let me do the B-part...please...please...

ooollaaalaaaa...I think you've got me there baby...
come along...come along baby...
here comes the B-part...

 

Καταλαβαίνω αυτό που λες, αλλά το οφθαλμοφανές δεν είναι πάντα το ζητούμενο. Καμμιά φορά έχει ενδιαφέρον να βρίσκεις το bdsm κρυμμένο και διάχυτο, αν και όχι τόσο προφανές...

 

Δεν θα διαφωνήσω καθολου γι αυτο παραθέτω αυτο το τραγουδι με το οποίο το δικό μου μυαλο ταξιδεύει απίστευτα σε άκρως ερωτικα μονοπάτια απόλυτης παράδοσης..
Δεν ξερω αν ειναι bdsm η οχι , αλλα καλυτερα να μην σας πω τι σκεφτομαι οταν το ακουω ..   

Come with me
On a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin

We will look together
For the Pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow we'll begin

Close your eyes
Breathe slow we'll begin
To look together
For the Pan within

Swing your hips
Loose your head and let it spin
Swing your hips
Loose your head and let it spin

And we will look together for the Pain within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we'll begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we'll begin
To look together
For the Pan within

Put your face to my window
Breathe a night full of treasure
The wind is delicious
Sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure

The stars are alive
And nights like these
Were born to be
Sanctified by you and me
Lovers thieves fools and pretenders

And all we gotta do is surrender!!!

Come with me on a journey
Under the skin
Come with me on a journey under the skin
And we will look together
For the Pan within

 

Κι αυτό πάλι, άρρητο και υπαινικτικό δεν το λες, μια χαρά στα bdsm classics το βάζουμε... 

 

........When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free

It's alright, she says
It's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything.........

 

Back down and touch, the door is shut
In the end you're just too close
There's no one here, there's no one there
I still can't tell if you'd better

Try this and you might find
I'm in your place, I see your face
The air is cold, I'm still on hold
I still can't tell what's been said

Your hands around my throat
Ask me to let go
Your hands around my throat
Your hands around my throat

Your hands around my throat
Your hands around my throat
Your hands around my throat