Παρασκευή, 6 Μαΐου 2011

ΣTIXOI / LYRICS

Yesterday is Here
written by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan

If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

I'm going to New York City
I' ll be leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind
til I come back again
today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

Now if you wanna go
where rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out
where your memories lie

And the road is out before me
and the moon is shining bright
well I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here


Willie & Joe
written by The Pink Tank Project

Was 1951
Junkies on the run
A bloostain in the shadow
a bullet in her head
Willo Tello play your game
Shot her down
and change the name

Addiction in pain
the mind sleeps away
Poetries and needles
in your vain
Willo Tello play your game
Shot her down
and change the name

Was 1951
Junkies on the run
A bloodstain in the shadow
a bullet in her head
Willo Tello play your game
Shot her down
and change the name

And as we all know
Mr. William Lee Burroughs
went all the way down South,
the same way that many years
before him, another famous
wife killer had crossed.
So, Willie and Joe,
spend a lot of time together
talking about many ways,
so many ways,
you can screw somebody’s life.
So long, wife killers,
so long…


Dress
written by PJ Harvey & Rob Ellis

Put on that dress
I'm going out dancing
Starting off red
Clean and sparkling he'll see me
Music playing
make it dreamy for dancing
Must be a way that i can dress
to please him
It's hard to walk in the dress,
it's not easy
I'm spinning over
like a heavy loaded fruit tree

If you put it on/If you put it on
If you put it on/If you put it on

It's sad to see, lonely all this lonely
Close up my eyes
dreamy dreamy music
make it be alright
Music play make it good for romacing
must be a way I can dress
to please him
Swing and sway
everything will be alright
but it's feeling so damn tight tonight

If you put it on/If you put it on
If you put it on/If you put it on

"You purdy thing",
my man says, "But I bought you
beautiful dresses"

Filthy tight, the dress is filthy
I'm falling flat and my arms are empty
Clear the way, better
get it out of this room
a falling woman in dancing costume

If you put it on/If you put it on
If you put it on/If you put it on



Corto Maltese

written by The Pink Tank Project

I think I met him
on an Aegean hurricane
or at a mountain ride
where I was lost
I was lookin’ for
a breaktime of adventure
and Corto came
in a haze of smoke and he said:
“You can pass your life
in safety if you like it
that’s what they like
but the choice is yours
You can travel
on the endless sea of time
or you can drown
in your bathroom’s hole”

Life’s got no space
in our daily plans
we wanna rest in peace
as long as we live
But sometimes fairytales
remind us substance
and Corto said
as he disappeared:
“There is no safe path
if you like trippin’
even the easy way
is hard to find
So if you really want
a safe ‘n easy livin’
just lock the cover
in your coffin… Goodnight”

The time surfer / a bomb alive
Does Corto live or did Corto die?
Does Corto laugh or does he cry?
Does Corto walk or does Corto fly?
a time surfer / a bomb alive



Upon the My~o~My

written by Don Van Vliet - Captain Beefheart

The decks were stacked
the wind blew low
the wind blew high
The stakes were low
the stakes were high
upon the my~o~my

Hands low, hands high
ho~ho~ho, hi~hi~hi
got to make her roll
got to make her fly
Upon the my~o~my

How was I to know
she's just so shy?
upon the my~o~my
Across the night
across the light
you can hear
the Captain's cry

Hands low, hands high
ho~ho~ho, hi~hi~hi
got to make her roll
got to make her fly
Upon the my~o~my

Now tell me, good Captain,
how does it feel
to be driven away
from your own steering wheel?
Upon the my~o~my...



Fuck off

written by The Pink Tank Project

Watch your step
mind the gap
Don’t disturb
just be quiet
Love your cell
have a try
Fear/Fear/Fear

Mind your head
save your ass
Don't fight back
do the slug
Love your cell
have a try
Fear/Fear/Fear

I'm a guilty bastard
in your sacred space
i'm a gypsy surfer
in your highway
if I have to speak
listen what I say:
Fuck off / Fuck off
I'm a body moving
in an open grave
i'm a noisy question
in your silent pray
if you wanna an answer
listen what I say:
Fuck off / Fuck off


Gimmie Danger
written by Iggy Pop & James Williamson - The Stooges

Gimmie danger, little stranger
and I'll feel your bleed
Gimme danger, little stranger
and I'll heal your disease

There's nothing in my dreams
but some ugly memories
kiss me like the ocean breeze

And if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
and if you won't be my master
I will do anything

There's nothing left alive
but a pair of glassy eyes
raze my fist for one more time

Gimmie danger, little stranger
join me in that fleshy shell
Gimmie danger, little stranger
swear you're gonna feel my hell

There's nothing left alive
but a pair of glassy eyes
raze my fist for one more time


Just do it
written by The Pink Tank Project

Should I change my desires?
Can I entrust my mind?
Can I lick your mire?
Should I kiss a lie?
Could I join your try?
Should I freeze the fire?

I am rich and famous
and that is all about
your tears feed my indicators
of your dignity and pride
Blood and greed
that’s my brand new TV show
and your tie, tied you down
with dreams of dope
with dreams of vote
with dreams of hope

Hey / Hey
you choose the way
that drives you here
at your golden deadend
Hey / Hey
just do it LOUD
go blow your brains out

I could be a lot younger
and six feet tall
well… yeah that's all about
your desires come
right through my open door
and that has not a bit of pride
Love and greed
that’s a better way to go
and your tie, tied you down
with dreams of dope
with dreams of vote
with dreams of hope

How can you stand alive?
And why don’t you,
why the hell don't you try?



Bloodflow
written by Joey Burns - Calexico

Her eyes are closed now
that final breath is near
she lets go of my hand
and I fall into a sea of tears

Search for the trail
that we were both riding
lost sometime ago
Now I'm stranded on
the mountain's edge
and there's only one way back
Down and down I go
into the ground
where the bad seeds are sown
take root and pull me further in
Long and long and longer it takes
good luck's gone
there's no more brakes
just the ground beneath
that shakes and gives way

Swallowed up whole
there ain't much now I can pull
no stuntman surprises
or Houdini like disguises
for death defying escape
avoid the tap on your shoulder
from the one with the long black cape

Just to see those eyes of her shine
is worth any sum or length of time
that would fill up that space
that her love once flowed

But the more I resist
further and further out I drift
get swept out in the riptide
Where part of me wants to lie 'neath
the waves of sorrow and tears
Sink to the bottom and linger there
the rest of my years
Walk amongst the mossy bones
of my fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Feel their blood flow away,
send the soul on its way...



Hey
written by Black Francis - Pixies

Hey,
been trying to meet you
mmmmm...
hey, must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey,
where
have you
been?
if you go i will surely die
We're chained...

uh,
said the man to the lady
mmmmm...
uh, said the lady to the man
she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh, all night
and Mary ain't you tired
of this, uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes
when the baby breaks
We're chained...



Hate
written by The Pink Tank Project

a tear
a whisper
a fear
a smile
a step
a promise
a mission
a sign
an object
a move
a mayday
a shine
the trigger
a bullet
an ambush
the fire

I made a hell around you
and you got nowhere to hide
you got no way out
I wanna see you try
you’re gonna die
now you’re feeling the hate
and you know what is like...



Have a Nice Trip
written by The Pink Tank Project

Bright yellow lights
2 hours after midnight
Athens/Berlin/Istanbul
I like to go away
no one can find me anyway

The ticket writes:
“Have a pleasant trip”
well, a trip is always pleasant
especially when the night
spread down black veils
and covers anything around

White pale, sleepy lights
sweet sound of night rain
tear drops in my window’s glass
shipwrecks in hurricane

Have a nice trip, just relax get a grip,
no memories / Have a nice trip,
it’s escape no retreat, no memories...

The car lights are fadin’ out
tales without a main subject
a lazy waste of time
and human satellites
around your life’s candlelight

Hostage of the fate
or a fugitive from crowd
I feel like a wet dynamite
my fury hits myself,
a split increase inside my mind

Noise off, burn the mikes
shoot the mime at the mirror
a big hag to the night
and a farewell from the twinkle

Have a nice trip, just relax get a grip,
no memories / Have a nice trip,
it’s escape no retreat, no memories...

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