Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)
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Βαρέθηκα - Νικόλας Άσιμος
Βαρέθηκα τη μίζερή μου φύση
κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
αναμφιβόλως
δε με χωράει ο τόπος, ρε παιδιά
Βαρέθηκα τα ίδια και τα ίδια,
τα δάκρυα να κάνω μπιχλιμπίδια,
τα λόγια μοναχά μας απομείναν
κι οι θεωρίες
στην πράξη μας χαλάνε οι θεσμοί
Βαρέθηκα να λέω πως θ' αλλάξει
το σύστημα μας έχει επιτάξει
απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
κυνηγημένα
με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά
Απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά
Βαρέθηκα κι αυτό το μονοπάτι
ακόμα και σαν βρω κάνα κομμάτι
πώς είναι δυνατό να μαστουριάζεις
εξήγησέ μου
άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά
Για πες μου, πώς μπορείς και μαστουριάζεις
άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά
Συνέχεια μου έρχεσαι από πίσω
δεν έχω πια το σάλιο να σε φτύσω
πώς γίνεται στον ένα παλαβιάρη
εξήγησέ μου
κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν
Πώς γίνεται στον κάθε παλαβιάρη
κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν
Βαρέθηκα - Νικόλας Άσιμος
Βαρέθηκα τη μίζερή μου φύση
κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
κανένας πια δε λέει να ξεκουνήσει
αναμφιβόλως
δε με χωράει ο τόπος, ρε παιδιά
Βαρέθηκα τα ίδια και τα ίδια,
τα δάκρυα να κάνω μπιχλιμπίδια,
τα λόγια μοναχά μας απομείναν
κι οι θεωρίες
στην πράξη μας χαλάνε οι θεσμοί
Βαρέθηκα να λέω πως θ' αλλάξει
το σύστημα μας έχει επιτάξει
απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
κυνηγημένα
με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά
Απόκληρα απομείναμε πουλάκια
με ξεπουπουλιασμένα τα φτερά
Βαρέθηκα κι αυτό το μονοπάτι
ακόμα και σαν βρω κάνα κομμάτι
πώς είναι δυνατό να μαστουριάζεις
εξήγησέ μου
άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά
Για πες μου, πώς μπορείς και μαστουριάζεις
άμα σου περιφράξαν την καρδιά
Συνέχεια μου έρχεσαι από πίσω
δεν έχω πια το σάλιο να σε φτύσω
πώς γίνεται στον ένα παλαβιάρη
εξήγησέ μου
κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν
Πώς γίνεται στον κάθε παλαβιάρη
κουτόχορτο χιλιάδες να βοσκάν
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Έξοχος ο Sonny Boy Williamson, daeman! Στο Gettin out of town, 5.20-5.40, τσιτάρει το C Jam Blues, οπότε ας υποδεχτούμε τις κυρίες:
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Κώστα, ευχαριστώ, εξαίρετη παρέα!
Όμως για να βγω από το μπλουζ, μόνο μπλουζ παίζω. Κι άλλος Σόνι Μπόι. Τα δυο προηγούμενα μαζί, με το Keep it to yourself πρώτα, και το I'm a lonely man:
Darling, do me a favor, keep it to yourself
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
You know I don't want you to tell nobody
Don't mention it to no one else
I'm a lonely man and I don't like being by myself
If you can't be with me, baby,
I'm gonna find myself somebody else
I'm so disgusted that I can't sleep at night
I go eat my breakfast in the morning
And my teeth and tongue begin to fight
Κώστα, ευχαριστώ, εξαίρετη παρέα!
Όμως για να βγω από το μπλουζ, μόνο μπλουζ παίζω. Κι άλλος Σόνι Μπόι. Τα δυο προηγούμενα μαζί, με το Keep it to yourself πρώτα, και το I'm a lonely man:
Darling, do me a favor, keep it to yourself
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
You know I don't want you to tell nobody
Don't mention it to no one else
I'm a lonely man and I don't like being by myself
If you can't be with me, baby,
I'm gonna find myself somebody else
I'm so disgusted that I can't sleep at night
I go eat my breakfast in the morning
And my teeth and tongue begin to fight
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Στην αφεντιά σου, Κώστα. Αντιστέκομαί σου.
The American Folk-Blues Festival 1962-1966 vol.1
1. T-Bone Walker — Call Me When You Need Me
2. Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee — Hootin' Blues
3. Memphis Slim — The Blues is Everywhere
4. Otis Rush — I Can't Quit You Baby
5. Lonnie Johnson — Another Night to Cry
6. Sippie Wallace — Women Be Wise
7. John Lee Hooker — Hobo Blues
8. Eddie Boyd — Five Long Years
9. Walter "Shakey" Horton
10. Junior Wells — Hoodoo Man Blues
11. Big Joe Williams — Mean Stepfather
12. Mississippi Fred McDowell — Going Down to the River
13. Willie Dixon — Weak Brain and Narrow Mind
14. Sonny Boy Williams — Nine Below Zero
15. Otis Spann — Spann's Blues
16. Muddy Waters — Got My Mojo Working
17. Finale: Muddy Waters, Sonny Boy Williamson, Memphis Slim, Willie Dixon — Bye Bye Blues
18. Earl Hooker — Walking The Floor.Over You/Off The Hook
The American Folk Blues Festival 1962-1966 Vol. 2
1. Sonny Boy Williamson: Bye Bye Bird (1964) [1:22]
2. Sonny Boy Williamson: My Younger Days (1964) [3:24]
3. Sunnyland Slim: Come On Home Baby (1964) [4:05]
4. Willie Dixon: Nervous (1962) [3:57]
5. Lightnin' Hopkins: Mojo Hand (1964) [3:19]
6. Victoria Spivey: Black Snake Blues (1963) [4:42]
7. Memphis Slim: Everyday I Have the Blues (1963) [2:21]
8. T-Bone Walker: Don't Throw Your Love on Me So Strong (1962) [5:13]
9. Roosevelt Sykes: Tall Heavy Mama (1966) [2:42]
10. Willie Dixon: Sittin' and Cryin' the Blues (1963) [3:27]
11. Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Murphy's Boogie (1963) [4:17]
12. Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee: Stranger Blues (1962) [4:11]
13. Howlin' Wolf: Shake for Me (1964) [3:42]
14. Howlin' Wolf: I'll Be Back Someday (1964) [4:41]
15. Howlin' Wolf: Love Me Darlin' (1964) [3:24]
16. Big Mama Thornton: Down Home Shakedown(1965) [8:37]
Στην αφεντιά σου, Κώστα. Αντιστέκομαί σου.
The American Folk-Blues Festival 1962-1966 vol.1
1. T-Bone Walker — Call Me When You Need Me
2. Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee — Hootin' Blues
3. Memphis Slim — The Blues is Everywhere
4. Otis Rush — I Can't Quit You Baby
5. Lonnie Johnson — Another Night to Cry
6. Sippie Wallace — Women Be Wise
7. John Lee Hooker — Hobo Blues
8. Eddie Boyd — Five Long Years
9. Walter "Shakey" Horton
10. Junior Wells — Hoodoo Man Blues
11. Big Joe Williams — Mean Stepfather
12. Mississippi Fred McDowell — Going Down to the River
13. Willie Dixon — Weak Brain and Narrow Mind
14. Sonny Boy Williams — Nine Below Zero
15. Otis Spann — Spann's Blues
16. Muddy Waters — Got My Mojo Working
17. Finale: Muddy Waters, Sonny Boy Williamson, Memphis Slim, Willie Dixon — Bye Bye Blues
18. Earl Hooker — Walking The Floor.Over You/Off The Hook
The American Folk Blues Festival 1962-1966 Vol. 2
1. Sonny Boy Williamson: Bye Bye Bird (1964) [1:22]
2. Sonny Boy Williamson: My Younger Days (1964) [3:24]
3. Sunnyland Slim: Come On Home Baby (1964) [4:05]
4. Willie Dixon: Nervous (1962) [3:57]
5. Lightnin' Hopkins: Mojo Hand (1964) [3:19]
6. Victoria Spivey: Black Snake Blues (1963) [4:42]
7. Memphis Slim: Everyday I Have the Blues (1963) [2:21]
8. T-Bone Walker: Don't Throw Your Love on Me So Strong (1962) [5:13]
9. Roosevelt Sykes: Tall Heavy Mama (1966) [2:42]
10. Willie Dixon: Sittin' and Cryin' the Blues (1963) [3:27]
11. Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Murphy's Boogie (1963) [4:17]
12. Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee: Stranger Blues (1962) [4:11]
13. Howlin' Wolf: Shake for Me (1964) [3:42]
14. Howlin' Wolf: I'll Be Back Someday (1964) [4:41]
15. Howlin' Wolf: Love Me Darlin' (1964) [3:24]
16. Big Mama Thornton: Down Home Shakedown(1965) [8:37]
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Paying The Cost To Be The Boss - Β.Β. King
The Letter
Yes, I want to write a letter, but I don't know just where I begin
Yes, I want to write a letter, people, but I don't know just where I begin
Well, I tell you, it's a sin, people, the way I've been treated by my so called friends
Yes, if I got a dollar, they want to borrow half a buck, whoa, and if I want to gamble
They wanna jinx me and give me bad luck, so, I tell you it's a sin, people
The way I've been treated by my so called friends
Yes, they say friends, they're the greatest thing in the world, yes, they say close, close friends
They're the greatest thing in the world, but I think that's all wrong people
Because my best friend have taken my girl
Paying The Cost To Be The Boss - Β.Β. King
The Letter
Yes, I want to write a letter, but I don't know just where I begin
Yes, I want to write a letter, people, but I don't know just where I begin
Well, I tell you, it's a sin, people, the way I've been treated by my so called friends
Yes, if I got a dollar, they want to borrow half a buck, whoa, and if I want to gamble
They wanna jinx me and give me bad luck, so, I tell you it's a sin, people
The way I've been treated by my so called friends
Yes, they say friends, they're the greatest thing in the world, yes, they say close, close friends
They're the greatest thing in the world, but I think that's all wrong people
Because my best friend have taken my girl
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The Turning Point
The Turning Point is a live album by John Mayall, featuring British blues music recorded at a concert at Bill Graham's Fillmore East on July 12, 1969.
When John Mayall was starting another band after the break-up of the Bluesbreakers in May 1969, he decided to have a band that would play "low volume music" – or music without "heavy lead guitar and drums".
John Almond – flute, saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, mouth percussion
Jon Mark – acoustic guitar
John Mayall – guitar, harmonica, keyboards, tambourine, vocals, slide guitar, mouth percussion
Steve Thompson – bass guitar
Room To Move, The Laws Must Change - John Mayall feat. Jon Mark & Johnny Almond
I'm Gonna Fight for You, J. B.
So Hard to Share
California
Thoughts About Roxanne
Room to Move
turning point
The Turning Point
The Turning Point is a live album by John Mayall, featuring British blues music recorded at a concert at Bill Graham's Fillmore East on July 12, 1969.
When John Mayall was starting another band after the break-up of the Bluesbreakers in May 1969, he decided to have a band that would play "low volume music" – or music without "heavy lead guitar and drums".
John Almond – flute, saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, mouth percussion
Jon Mark – acoustic guitar
John Mayall – guitar, harmonica, keyboards, tambourine, vocals, slide guitar, mouth percussion
Steve Thompson – bass guitar
Room To Move, The Laws Must Change - John Mayall feat. Jon Mark & Johnny Almond
I'm Gonna Fight for You, J. B.
So Hard to Share
California
Thoughts About Roxanne
Room to Move
turning point
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In the wake of Poseidon - King Krimson
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe.
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe.
Two women weep, Dame Scarlet Screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain.
In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales.
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales.
Bishop's kings spin judgment's blade
Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves.
Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast;
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least.
Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife.
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life.
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nail,
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales.
Poseidon's Epitaph (In the wake of Poseidon + Epitaph)
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
In the wake of Poseidon - King Krimson
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe.
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe.
Two women weep, Dame Scarlet Screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain.
In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales.
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales.
Bishop's kings spin judgment's blade
Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves.
Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast;
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least.
Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife.
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life.
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nail,
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales.
Poseidon's Epitaph (In the wake of Poseidon + Epitaph)
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
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Για τον Εάριον, το δεύτερο κομμάτι του Σημείου Καμπής (μαζί με το πρώτο, The laws must change, πάλι) επειδή το παρέλειψα τις προάλλες.
Saw Mill Gulch Road - Τζον Μέιολ (Τζον Μάγιαλ τονε λέγαμε μητσικώς τότε). Έτσι, με το φθαρμένο βινύλιο να μας θυμίζει τα άφθαρτα κι άφθαστα χρόνια που το λιώναμε στο πικάπ, λιώνοντας.
Για τον Εάριον, το δεύτερο κομμάτι του Σημείου Καμπής (μαζί με το πρώτο, The laws must change, πάλι) επειδή το παρέλειψα τις προάλλες.
Saw Mill Gulch Road - Τζον Μέιολ (Τζον Μάγιαλ τονε λέγαμε μητσικώς τότε). Έτσι, με το φθαρμένο βινύλιο να μας θυμίζει τα άφθαρτα κι άφθαστα χρόνια που το λιώναμε στο πικάπ, λιώνοντας.
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Dog Days Are Over - Florence and The Machine
Kudogs to Palavra! :laugh:
Hot Dog - The Bawdies
#3 on the Japan Hot 100, these Japanese dawgs.
Dog Days Are Over - Florence and The Machine
Kudogs to Palavra! :laugh:
Hot Dog - The Bawdies
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Διπλή πάσα, τηλεοπτική και ιγκιποπική.
TV Screen - Goran Bregovic / Iggy Pop
TV screen makes you feel small
No life at all
Διπλή πάσα, τηλεοπτική και ιγκιποπική.
TV Screen - Goran Bregovic / Iggy Pop
TV screen makes you feel small
No life at all
Costas
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Το πιο αγαπημένο μου κομμάτι απ' τους King Crimson, το Islands απ' τον ομώνυμο δίσκο (1971). Ωραιότατη ελεγεία τρομπέτας με λόγια εξόχως λυρικά.
Islands
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
To my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o’er my island.
My dawn bride’s veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love’s web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
’neath heaven’s sea.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor’s words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
From me.
Islands
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
To my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o’er my island.
My dawn bride’s veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love’s web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
’neath heaven’s sea.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor’s words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
From me.
Γεια σου, ρε Κώστα! Από τους καλύτερους του Μέιολ για μένα - κι έχει βγάλει πολλούς καλούς ο μπαγάσας - άλλη τροπή στη μουσική του (ταιριαστός ο τίτλος Turning Point). Τον είχα πάρει όταν ήμουν βαθιά χωμένος στα μπλουζ και παρότι στην αρχή με παραξένεψε, εντελώς διαφορετικός απ' ό,τι είχα ακούσει μέχρι τότε από τον Μέιολ (το κλασικό, βαρύ, πυκνό, εξαιρετικό μα και κάπως άκαμπτο και φορμαλιστικό βρετανικό μπλουζ) και δεν είχε ντραμς (ιεροσυλία για τους μπλουζοροκάδες της εποχής), μετά από μερικά ακούσματα μού άνοιξε τα μάτια (και τ' αυτιά) και νέους ορίζοντες στη μουσική. Ήταν από τις πρώτες αφορμές για να ξεφύγω από την προσκόλληση στη φόρμα και τους περιορισμούς που επέβαλε (στο δικό μας το μονοκόμματο μυαλό, των οπαδών· οι μουσικοί δεν είχαν τέτοια κολλήματα και αυτός ο δίσκος με βοήθησε να το συνειδητοποιήσω), τα στεγανά και τις ταμπέλες στη μουσική που είχαν αρχίσει ήδη να με στενεύουν. Όταν ξανάρθεις προς τα δω κι έχεις λίγο χρόνο, φέρε και το πικάπ που ψηφιοποιεί να κάνουμε μια γερή επανάληψη-ανάληψη-λήψη.