Νobody home-Run like hell by Pink Floyd.

I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bans keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
there'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a string urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
But I got fading roots


Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run
Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise.
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better sleep all day
And run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box.
You better run.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hammer, Hammer

Mother & Comfortably numb by Pink Floyd

Συνέχεια σήμερα με δύο τραγούδια απο το The Wall.Απολαύστε τα!!

Another brick in the Wall prt1&2 by Pink Floyd.

Μετά απο ένα μικρό διάλειμμα,επανέρχομαι στο αφιέρωμα των Floyd,με το θρυλικό πλέον δίσκο τους The Wall!
Oποιαδήποτε εκπαιδευτική ομοιότης με το σήμερα είναι απολύτως τυχαία και συμπτωματική!!



Συνεχίζεται....

Θεοδοσία,Δήμητρα με Γιώργο,Βασίλης και Τερμίτες,για μένα!!

Επειδή γιορτάζω τα δεσμά μου,καλέ ναι παντρεύτηκα με πολιτικό γαμο πρώτα,και ξαναφεύγουμε για ολιγοήμερο ταξίδι-δεύτερος γύρος ταξιδιού του μέλιτος,διακόπτω το αφιέρωμα και βάζω έτσι δυό-τρία τραγουδάκια για τη περίπτωση.
Η συνέχεια του αφιερώματος,άμα τη επιστροφή μου απο το honeymoon!!

Dogs by Pink Floyd.

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 everythings 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



Άνευ σχολίων,αφιερωμένο και τούτο στα γνωστά στέκια!!

Sheep by Pink Floyd.

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old



Συνέχεια με ένα άλλο εξίσου ενδιαφέρον κομάτι απο το Animals.Sheep!!
Στη σειρά...προβατάκια!

Pigs by Pink Floyd.

Big man, pig man,
ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You´re nearly a good laugh
Almost a Joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you´re down in the pig mine
You´re nearly a laugh
You´re nearly a laugh but you´re really a cry

Bus stop rat bag,
Ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You´re nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You´re hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a handgun
You´re nearly a laugh
You´re nearly a laugh but you´re really a cry

Hey you Whitehouse
Ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Ha ha, charade you are
You´re trying to keep our feelings off the street
You´re nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you´re nearly a treat
Mary you´re nearly a treat
But you´re really a cry


Απο τον δίσκο τους Animals,κυκλοφορίας 1977,ένα πολύ χαρακτηριστικό και επίκαιρο κομάτι.Αφιερωμένο εξαιρετικά σε κάθε είδους...γουρούνια!!