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Nick Gravenites - Forty Days and Forty Nights

Nick Gravenites - Born In Chicago

Εδώ μαζί με την Janis Joplin στο αυτοβιογραφικό κομμάτι για την ζωή της, το 'Ego Rock', το οποίο έγραψε ο ίδιος.

"Ego Rock" Janis Joplin Live (Rare Song about Port Arthur)

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Οι μισοί καλοί

The Moody biues

The Moody Blues - Nights in White satin´67

Uraiah Heep

URIAH HEEP LADY IN BLACK

εδώ είμαστε:

                             

Pink Floyd - Mother (Live)

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high?

                             

Αν δεν κάνω λάθος το live αυτό είναι απο το "Is there anybody out there" όπως ονομάζοταν οι συναυλίες, η ακόμα καλύτερα οι συναυλιακές υπερπαραγωγές, του δίσκου "The wall" .....
Λατρεμένος δίσκος από κάθε άποψη για μένα...καθόρισε τα μουσικά μου ακούσματα τότε στην 6 δημοτικού όταν τον πρωτοάκουσα, χωρίς να αντιλαμβάνομαι ακόμα την στιχουργική του βέβαια.....

Αν δεν κάνω λάθος το live αυτό είναι απο το "Is there anybody out there" όπως ονομάζοταν οι συναυλίες, η ακόμα καλύτερα οι συναυλιακές υπερπαραγωγές, του δίσκου "The wall" .....
Λατρεμένος δίσκος από κάθε άποψη για μένα...καθόρισε τα μουσικά μου ακούσματα τότε στην 6 δημοτικού όταν τον πρωτοάκουσα, χωρίς να αντιλαμβάνομαι ακόμα την στιχουργική του βέβαια.....

σωστός!

"Is There Anybody Out There? The Wall Live 1980-81"

το συγκεκριμένο video γράφτηκε στις 9 Αυγούστου 1980


     

Dogs - Pink Floyd - Animals

Pink Floyd, Animals - Dogs (part 2/2)

Pink Floyd/Animals/Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything' s done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.