Lyrics by Alexandros Zachariadis (attempt of translation of the Greek originals)
Sip by
sip, the
glass becomes empty Glass follows glass again. Sip by sip the alcohol never lets me down when it unfolds into my blood . My logic is wandering like a cloudand the bar-goers become more approachable. I am not an alcoholic but as it's getting dark I can't avoid the thoughts. I am not an alcoholic but I fire upwhen I feel the drink in my mouth. H er cherry lips are drinking me,what if she has forgotten me long time ago? If you catch my glance abstract,lost in the bar's music, and if you see my stare remain fixed , it doesn't mean that I am despaired. I am not drunk but I count my bet with life.
D ark days are coming .Oracles are telling about them. Biblical prophecies about demons and three sixes forms.However an invisible threat is given birth into the silence and waits for the momentto be transformed in Medusa . They say that in order to save your life, you have to bend, to avoid her horrible look. But if you want to be redeemed you have to find the way to turn her to stone. She follows you closely whispering and smiling making your dreams cheaper.And when her black kiss becomes a habit to you, she will say that you control it. But look out... you have already surrendered.They say that in order to save your life, you have to bend , to avoid her horrible look. But if you want to be redeemed you have to find the way to turn her to stone.
Lost in steppes and deserts from the the season of Pleistocene, you seek for the rock with the blade and the spirit that heats the body. The yellow disk swallows your shade
and still you haven't found living food,
but look out there... that hyena... at your right .
Apart from hunter you are also a prey .
The ice is melting,
the level of sea is rising.
The Northern latittudes are waiting for you .
Still the Mediterranean is nailed in your memory .
Huddled up permanently in the labyrinths,
you are hidding in the caves of my mind.
For now I controle you completely
but I feel
the echo from the cries of your soul .
Suddenly you are shaken, you are moving,
you suck the ego of my existence .
I become an archanthrope, you watch it.
You know? I won't resist at all.
The ice is melting,
the level of sea is rising.
The Northern latittudes are waiting for you .
Still the Mediterranean is nailed in your memory .
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Bounds Prometheus why are you bound in this rocks? What sin tightens the eternal bonds? Tell me what do you feel? Terror, hate or desparationwhen the vulture gushes your guts? Do you repent bitterly ? My crime Jesus, they told me, was especially nefarious:I donated the flame of knowledge to human races.If however I bought off the sentence with lamentations , I fatefully would condemn all those whom my fight comforts. Nazarean, teacher of love, believers shepherd. Is it Your cross the end or the beginning? If You are son of a God, full of selflessness,what do You ask for with this sacrifice? Blind acceptance? Alas Prometheus, I also became a bound, a mortals's expiatory victim, a dull icon .If however I came back, I would have exiled from the earth, anyone who deceptively creeps and in My name threatens the flame.
Baby I have fallen in love with you, one glance of you was enough. Before I anticipate to defend myself, you made me full of desire. You took my mind, you left me dumb. Show me that you want me Calypso. In my heart I am bleeding, you know you are to be blamed for this. One minute you turn your back to me, and the next you look at me meaningfully . You took my mind, you left me dumb. Show me that you want me Calypso. I told you, you are the eighth wonder,the most beautiful of all, but you didn't cured my open wound .Calypso , straighten yourself out once for ever.Let the evasions, you like the night even if you don't say so. With two notes and one sip, you will warm up. You took my mind, you left me dumb. Show me that you want me Calypso. I told you, you are the eighth wonder,the most beautiful of all, but you didn't cured my open wound .Calypso , straighten yourself out once for ever.
Conquistador (Procol Harum) Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind .
I was driving on a unknown mountain the mini cooper was roaring with stubborness in it's turns. If I had a destination I forgot it but I had to keep my eyes to the cliff next to the limits of the road. It was darkening faster than I had forecasted when an otherworldly cry flooded my ears. I looked at the radio but it hadn't broadcasted for a long time. Somebody from the top located me and shouts to my side: Move along to reach me and whatever you passkeep your course unchangeable And when I meet you make me feel proud for my past . I held on with effort not to fall in to the voidMy fingers squeezed the wheel with terror . In this road I believed I was alone cause life charged everyone of us with only one path. I was fatefully approaching the half way ride, when I turned abruptly to a steep up grade . The headlights were shaken towards the top. An old man's face was lightened , It was my own face. Move along to reach me and whatever you passkeep your course unchangeable And when I meet you make me feel proud for my past .
Decades (Joy Division) Here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders, Here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chambers. Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in. Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying, We saw ourselves now as we never had seen. Portrayal of traumas and degeneration, The sorrows we suffered and never were free. Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever, Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase. These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings, Opened and shut, then slammed in our face. Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Elves There were times I was in danger but then everything was a disaster. W hat preceded had no importance.I was confronted with tuft hunters, backstage vampiresand these guys put me in a tight corner. When I came round, I was burned by the sunrise. Tied up, alone in a desert valley. Around me wild beasts untroubled, measured for how long I could hold. And there her voice diffused freshness: Ignore the mediocre, the creators of our griefs . Ignore them till they run and hide. And if they threaten and insult you, they count on your hesitations . They are made of straw, they won't heart you. Ignore the mediocre, the profit prisoners, in order afterwards to cast out by yourself, the demons of your mind. She had the sun's beams blondy red hair. In her eyes shines of blue grey rocks. She released me from my bonds, dissolved my fearsand she vanished in Wonderland.Now they wait for me in a dark ambush , come out in the first movement from the back . They won't catch me by surprise, they will lose their colour, as her words will resound: Ignore the mediocre, the creators of our griefs . Ignore them till they run and hide. And if they threaten and insult you, they count on your hesitations . They are made of straw, they won't heart you. Ignore the mediocre, the profit prisoners, in order afterwards to cast out by yourself, the demons of your mind.
As it's getting dawn again, I wonder if she is still sleeping casting out the dreams not to be insecure.And me, drowsy, getting dressed within a quarter, opening my step, I catch the workers in the line. As I enter the tunnel, she wakes up.The gleam of the morning beams envies her. She is stretching her body and her breath surrounds meas I check the galleries that are lost into the guts of the mountain.Desires unfulfilled, loves unredeemed clouding in our glance. They root concealedly , then they haunt us. How much does the logic hurts . During the break time I am not in tranquillity.I engrave her name into the rock cracks. And she is in the amphitheatre bent to her notes T he words became waves, and solitary seasides the lines.In the nightshift the shadows grow T he humidity unfolds and overcomes the bone .And she that has left me indelible marks, helpless to hope anymore, utters my name less and less.Desires unfulfilled, loves unredeemed clouding in our glance. They root concealedly, then they haunt us. How much does the logic hurts .
Hours of wandering, moments of agonizing asking for the substance of life. Other things they've told you but different things you meet and time is permanently absent. And so what ? Have I got news for you kid. What you passed, are also passed by many others. Few, however fell into the fires of knowledge and came back intact. Enigmas and secrets, scattered, and hidden, complex as much as simple, suddenly they will be revealed, don't live in sorrow. Feel the nature, become a mortal god, Your pulse close to her it billows. Always be in love The mystery of heart it beguiles. So many centuries of wisdom but you wonder. Where are the traces that they have left ? Search in the future, live in the east but always have your mind in the west. Enigmas and secrets, scattered, and hidden, complex as much as simple, suddenly they will be revealed, don't live in sorrow. Ephemeral Lovers You came tonight too, in the sunset, I took you in my arms. Shines and gleams seduced me with your hot kisses.The night rolled on with erotic pulses,Y ou give me color and breath.Y our dreams I dreamedbut everything ends in the morn.Wake up my love, time to leave.It is getting dawn already. see, the beams came out, I feel their chill. You are pale but don't bother. Time to become gray again.What matters if I'll never see you again in this life? It's just enough that we felt together alive for a while . You came tonight too. in the moonlight, your blood moans. It takes the warmth of your lustful passion, for last time. The stars nodded me that printedyour silver figure. I will quiver from your breath In to the feast of the winds .Wake up my love, and beware. Keep away from their stone glance.The living dead are awake again. In order to pass among them, it's time to become gray again. What matters if I'll never see you again in this life? It's just enough that we felt together alive for a while . The universe has stopped around me , the words are narrow...and you slide away, you head on and on. Child with the silence in your site and anemones in your heart. If you knew ... my love has no guide.
Fanny Fanny enters the bar, she knocked off from work early tonight . Hey bartender... pass me a vodka. Have you seen my man ? He drinks here at the nights I come late.
The bartender says: Fanny listen, your man is a pal but I only want your best and I can't tell no lie. He won't show up, he fools around with a brunette .
Fanny is the model woman, everybody loves her. She only thinks of marriage, that's why she works like a dog. While he is drifting continuously.
It was near twelve o'clock when her gasp was heard Immediately she regretted that she stabbed him with a knife '. She asks him : Why? What your were missing from life?
He is finished now, he feels it but he grins : Baby even if you want you'll never understand what's the thing that sucks my brain.
Gray Again Wake up my love, time to leave.The living dead are awake again. Time to become gray again.Gray again
I told you I could be your friend, I told you I could be your lover too but I don't like your way, the role that you ask insistently : Yesterday's vamp with dense make-up, style lazy and ironic, Your look is distant, your lips two red fortresses that if it happens and they wake up, no one avoids the fires. You weave with assiduity the web, somebody will be coughted, but not me. Listen to me baby : I don't love you. Did you hear me honey ? How can I tell it to you ? Listen to me baby : I am not a clot. Did you hear me honey ? I come differently. You dream your future in society columns .Your fall in love with your image from the flirts of cold mirrors.You bit the bait completely. I wanted to help, but it's too late now. I am sick of your fallacies, your fake little guilts . Keep on walking, lost in the orbits of the lost . The time has come, I have to leave you. You take much more than I can give you. Listen to me baby : I don't love you. Did you hear me honey ? How can I tell it to you ? Listen to me baby : I am not a clot . Did you hear me honey ? I come differently.
Away (Rory Gallagher) This hotel bar is full of people, the piano man is really laying it down The old bartender is a high as a steeple, so why tonight should I wear a frown? The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style Right now the blues want to surround me but I'll break out after a while Well, I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay (Yes, I'm a...) Million miles away, I'm a million miles away I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay Why ask how I feel, well, how does it look to you? I feel hook line and sinker, I lost my captain and my crew I'm standing on the landing and there's no one there but me That's where you'll find me, looking out on the deep blue see There's a song on the lips of everybody, there's a smile all around the room There's conversation overflowing, so why must I sit here in the gloom? This hotel bar has lost its people, the piano man has caught the last bus home The old bartender is asleep in the corner, so why must I still be here, I don't know I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay
It was near midnight I was drinking in the rythm of the company Conversations familiar, interminable. Many of them without any substance or coherence.
For a moment I was abstracted and looked at the cigarette smoke figures .Was it the beer or the full moon ?And a figure starts speaking with hints:
I am the inspirer of your dreams. I distribute roles and occasions.Painless substitutes of a splendid life infeasable. A splendid life infeasable... for you.
I was vinous but I understood what it was and what it wanted to say. I was directed to the exit immediately for air that had not been polluted.
T hat night became an empty past.One more night like so many others .However when it happens and I feel blue ,that same figure still provokes me :
I am the inspirer of your dreams. I distribute roles and occasions.Painless substitutes of a splendid life infeasable. A splendid life infeasable... for you.
One More Cup Of Coffee (Bob Dylan)
Your breath
is sweet One more cup of coffee 'fore I go To the valley below. Your daddy he's an outlaw And a wanderer by trade He'll teach you how to pick and choose And how to throw the blade. He oversees his kingdom So no stranger does intrude His voice it trembles as he calls out For another plate of food. One more cup of coffee for the road…
Your sister
sees the future
I've just met you, but I feel an invitation. Perhaps something in your laugh and something in your perfume. You chat with everyone showing inaccessible, however soon after I will find myself in your bedroom. But afterwards, when your eyes detect me full of sweetness, expectation and embarrassment, something tightens me like a rope, no matter how I pretend . Why on earth have I got again into such a story? C ause I am a vagabond, your heart's cracker .And if you love me tonight, prepare to hate me tomorrow. C ause I am a vagabond .Being with me, leave all pretexts, love the truths that cause pain . And I will seduce you without poems in paths that others don't dare to follow. Remain close to me as long as you can stand me. T hen forget me and leed your steps elsewhere .I am not the one woman's companion. I will never become your hero. C ause I am a vagabond, your heart's cracker .And if you love me tonight , prepare to hate me tomorrow. C ause I am a vagabond .
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