Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)


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Hasapiko - L' Arpeggiata

Christina Pluhar - theorbo & direction / Doron Sherwin - cornett / Margit Übellacker - psaltery / David Mayoral - percussion / Francesco Turrisi - harpsichord, percussion / Boris Schmidt - double basse / Sokratis Sinopoulos - lyra / Nikolaos Mermigkas - lavta / Aytaç Doğan - qanun / İsmail Tunçbilek- saz


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Egypt Strut - Salah Ragab & the Cairo Jazz Band

Regyptian Strut - Frank Zappa

Walk like an Egyptian, strut like a Regyptian.


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Have you seen your brother, baby, standing in the shadow?



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Through the keyhole (Pandora's Blues) - Nana Simopoulos

Nana Simopoulos (bouzouki), Charlie Haden (bass), Billy Higgins (drums), Ray Pizzi (clarinet), Tom Garvin (piano)


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October Song - Incredible String Band

I'll sing you this October song
Oh, there is no song before it
The words and tune are none of my own
For my joys and sorrows bore it

Beside the sea, the brambly briars
In the still of evening
Birds fly out behind the sun
And with them I'll be leaving

The fallen leaves that jewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
In the scarlet shadows lying

When hunger calls my footsteps home
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter

I used to search for happiness
And I used to follow pleasure
But I found a door behind my mind
And that's the greatest treasure

For rulers like to lay down laws
And rebels like to break them
And the poor priests like to walk in chains
And God likes to forsake them

I met a man whose name was Time
And he said, "I must be going"
But just how long ago that was
I have no way of knowing

Sometimes I want to murder time
Sometimes when my heart's aching
But mostly I just stroll along
The path that he is taking


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T.I.N.A. Boogie - The Jumpin' Bones

Orestis Tsikouris - vocals, harmonica / Dimitris Dakopoulos - guitar / Konstantinos Aloupis - bass / Spiros Gavalas - drums


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Ta Mágika - Nicky Skopelitis, Bill Laswell, Ginger Baker, Aiyb Dieng, Fred Frith, Simon Shaheen

Καίγομαι, καίγομαι, ρίξε κι άλλο λάδι στη φωτιά
Πνίγομαι, πνίγομαι, πέτα με σε θάλασσα βαθιά


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RIP Roky Erickson

Levitation - 13th Floor Elevators
I don't need these wings to guide me
They are hardly ever there
It's the clear I make inside me
Makes me feel light as air

And the laughter unending echoes
Through the haunted house
A little Christmas spirit
Ghostly haunting deadly spirit

You're gonna wake up wonderin'
Find yourself all alone
But what's gonna stop me, baby?
I'm not comin' home


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Γιά κοίτα. Ούτε τον Ρόρι γνώριζα ούτε τους Ανελκυστήρες του!


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Το καραντουζένι του αμετανόητου - Στέλιος Βαμβακάρης

αλαφρύ το χώμα

Σ' ένα μπαρ του Μισισίπι, ένας ναύτης απ' τη Σύρα...

Ουίσκι και Σπιρίτσουαλς και πρόσωπα θλιμμένα
κι ο μπαγλαμάς εδάκρυζε για όνειρα χαμένα

Οι μπαγλαμάδες να παίζουν Ντύλαν
κι ο Πίτερ Χάμιλ διπλοπενιές
ο Τομ Γουέιτς με τα κλαρίνα
και τα νταούλια να παίζουν Γιες
να παίζουν Γιες

Βάλ' το παράθυρο στην πρίζα
κάλεσε το καλοριφέρ
δώσ' τη μπουγάδα στην εφορία
γράψ' ένα σύνθημα στο ασανσέρ
στο ασανσέρ

Άνοιξε γκάζι με το μυαλό σου
βάλε ταχύτητα με την καρδιά
η φαντασία στην εξουσία
δώσε τα ρέστα σου για μια βραδιά
για μια βραδιά
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Έ άδρωπε / Hey you - Monsieur Doumani

Ε, άδρωπε, που μάσ̆εσαι ν’ αρπάξεις, να στοιβάσεις
Την γην να κάμεις μάλιν σου, τον κόσμον ν’ αγκαλιάσεις
Σαν έρκεσαι, χαρρεύκεσαι τον κόσμον εννά φάεις
Μα πάλε πίσω νηστικός σαν ήρτες εννά πάεις
Τρεις εν οι μέρες σου που ζ̆εις στην γην τζ̆αι βασιλεύκεις
Την μιαν μωρόν, στες θκυο ’σαι νιος, στες τρεις γερνάς τζ̆αι φεύκεις
Με βασιλιάς κρατίζει σε στην γην με θκιακονίτης
Σήμμερον είσαι ζωντανός, αύριον μακαρίτης

Γιατί τα θέλεις τα πολλά τζ̆αι τυραννιέσαι κόμα
Αφού ’ννά μείνουν γέρημα τζ̆’ εσού μια φούχτα χώμαν;
Τζ̆αι τυραννιέσαι τζ̆’ εν έσ̆εις με νεπαμόν με πνάσμαν
Ο άδρωπος εν τρώ’ την γην, η γη τρώει το πλάσμαν!

Τζ̆’ όσα τζ̆’ αν κάμεις, άδρωπε, στην γην τζ̆’ όσα κερτίσεις
Μιτά σου εν τζ̆αι παίρνεις τα, δαπάνω εννά τ’ αφήσεις
Να λυούν, να στάσσουν, να σκορπούν μες στου βορκά το ρέμαν
Γιατ’ εν τζ̆’ εν άλλον τίποτε, παρά φκιασμένον ψέμαν
Ψέμαν τζ̆’ εσού πά’ σ’ τούντην γην τζ̆αι ψέμαν τζ̆’ οι δουλειές σου,
Σαν τα φτερά στον άνεμον, μαθκιούν, σκορπούν τζ̆αι ρέσσουν
Έτσι να πεις, ως πο’ ’ν πωρνόν, μεν μείνεις να νυχτώσει
Γιατ’ ύστερα ’ν αδύνατον για σέν’ να ξημερώσει

Εν που την ώραν πο’ ’ρκεσαι ως τον τζ̆αιρόν που φεύκεις
Θωρείς που πεθανίσκουσιν τζ̆αι πάλ’ εσό’ ’ν πιστεύκεις;
Τζ̆αι μάσ̆εσαι, σκοτώννεσαι, τζ̆ει χάλασε, δα χτίσε
Μα ’στάθης τζ̆αι καμιάν φοράν τζ̆’ εσκέφτηκες ποιος είσαι;

Σαν έναν φύλλον του δεντρού που σ̆σ̆ειέται όπως πρέπει
Τζ̆’ άξιππα ππέφτει πά’ στην γην τζ̆αι λλίον-λλίον σέπει
Έτσ’ εν τζ̆’ εσέν το ίδιον η ψεύτιτζ̆η ζωή σου
Έρκεσαι, φεύκεις, χάννεσαι τζ̆’ ούτε στην γην πως ήσουν

«Δεν έχω σπίτι ούτε γειτονιά...»

Μουσική: Αντώνης Αντωνίου Στίχοι: Κυριάκος Καρνέρας

Hey, you, you came to grab and to hoard
To own the earth, to clasp the world
When you arrive, you think you’re going to gorge on the world
But hungry as you came, that’s how you’ll depart
You live and rule on this earth for only three days
A baby the first, the second just a youth, the third you’re old and have to flee
Neither king nor beggar can keep you on this earth
Today you’re alive, tomorrow you’re dead

What is the need to have so much, why keep torturing yourself
Since it all stays behind and you return to dust?
You struggle ceaselessly, you neither stop nor rest
Humans don’t devour the earth, the earth devours the humans!
And all you build and you gain on this earth
You can retain nothing, all will remain behind
To rot, to dribble, to be scattered by the wind’s blow
Because it’s all no more than a made-up lie

And on this earth you are yourself a lie, and all you do is a lie too
Like feathers scattered by the wind, moulted, scattered, flying away
Think of this while there’s light, don’t wait until it’s night
Because then dawn will be impossible for you
From the hour you arrive to the time you leave
All around you people die – are you still not convinced?
You keep struggling, you’re killing yourself, break this, build that
But have you ever kept still to think about who you are?

Just like a leaf on a tree that sways the way it should
And all of a sudden it falls to earth and rots little by little
That’s how it is, the same thing, this fake life of yours
You come, you go, you disappear, leaving no trace on this earth


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Babel Trio - The Island of Cretal - Liar World

Κόσμε χρυσέ, κόσμε αργυρέ, κόσμε μαλαματένιε
ψεύτη κόσμε
Κόσμε, και ποιος σε χάρηκε και ποιος θα σε κερδίσει
ψεύτη κόσμε
Πεζός περπάτουν στα βουνά, στον κάμπο καβαλάρης
ψεύτη κόσμε


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Όσοι αντέχουν κρητικό χέβι μέταλ μπορούν να βρουν τη δουλειά τους στο Spotify. Ή να τους ακούσουν στην Αθήνα στις 21/11, σύμφωνα με αυτό:


(Με τον γιο μου έμαθα να ακούω ραπ. Μήπως ήρθε η ώρα να ακούσω χέβι μέταλ; :-) )


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Happens to the Heart (Thanks for the Dance) - Leonard Cohen

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed my little fire
But it’s bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart

There’s a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
The women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I’ve come here to revisit
What happens to the heart

I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard
In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart

I should have seen it coming
After all I knew the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle
What happens to the heart

Now the angel’s got a fiddle
The devil’s got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
I’ve broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care but very little
What happens to the heart

Then I studied with this beggar
He was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here, no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
It was just some old convention
Like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart

I was handy with a rifle
My father’s .303
I fought for something final
Not the right to disagree