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  • #91
    Dyers Eve Metallica

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    What is this hell you have put me through
    Believer
    Deceiver
    Day in day out live my life through you
    Pushed onto me what’s wrong or right
    Hidden from this thing that they call life

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
    Curator
    Dictator
    Always censoring my every move
    Children are seen but are not heard
    Tear out everything inspired

    Innocence
    Torn from me without your shelter
    Barred reality
    I’m living blindly

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Time has frozen still what’s left to be
    Hear nothing
    Say nothing
    Cannot face the fact I think for me
    No guarantee, it’s life as is
    But damn you for not giving me my chance

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    You’ve clipped my wings before I learned to fly
    Unspoiled
    Unspoken
    I’ve outgrown that ****ing lullaby
    Same thing I’ve always heard from you
    Do as I say not as I do

    I’m in hell without you
    Cannot cope without you two
    Shocked at the world that I see
    Innocent victim please rescue me

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Hidden in your world you’ve made for me
    I’m seething
    I’m bleeding
    Ripping wounds in me that never heal
    Undying spite I feel for you
    Living out this hell you always knew
    Captain of Team Apolyton - ISDG 2012

    When I was younger I thought curfews were silly, but now as the daughter of a young woman, I appreciate them. - Rah

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    • #92
      This one defined me 2 years ago.

      The Tears of a Clown by: Smokey Robinson & The Miracles.

      Now if there's a smile on my face,
      it's only there tryin' to fool the public,
      but when it comes down to foolin' you;
      Now honey, that's quite a different subject.

      But don't let my glad expression
      give you the wrong impression.
      Really I'm sad.
      Oh, sadder than sad.
      You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad.
      Like a clown I pretend to be glad.

      (Chorus)
      Now there's some sad things known to man,
      but ain't too much sadder than
      the tears of a clown
      when there's no one around.

      Oh yea, baby....

      Now if I appear to be carefree,
      it's only to camouflage my sadness.
      In order to shield my pride I try
      to cover this hurt with a show of gladness.

      But don't let my show convince you
      that I've been happy since you
      decided to go.
      Oh, I need you so.
      I'm hurt and I want you to know
      But for others I put on a show.

      (Chorus)
      There's some sad things known to man,
      but ain't too much sadder than
      the tears of a clown
      when there's no one around.

      Just like Pagliacci did,
      I try to keep my suface hid.
      Smiling in the public eye
      But in my lonely room I cry
      the tears of a clown
      when there's no one around.

      Oh yea baby,

      Now if there's a smile on my face
      Don't let my glad expression
      Give you the wrong impression.
      Don't let this smile I wear
      Make you think that I don't care
      Really I'm sad
      Hurtin' so bad......

      (W. Robinson/H. Cosby/S. Wonder)
      Captain of Team Apolyton - ISDG 2012

      When I was younger I thought curfews were silly, but now as the daughter of a young woman, I appreciate them. - Rah

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      • #93
        The Sound of Sinners
        The Clash

        As the floods of God
        Wash away sin city
        They say it was written
        In the page of the Lord
        But I was looking
        For that great jazz note
        That destroyed
        The walls of Jericho

        The winds of fear
        Whip away the sickness
        The messages on the tablet
        Was valium
        As the planets form
        That golden cross Lord
        I'll see you on
        The holy cross roads

        After all this time
        To believe in Jesus
        After all those drugs
        I thought I was Him
        After all my lying
        And a-crying
        And my suffering
        I ain't good enough
        I ain't clean enough
        To be Him

        The tribal wars
        Burning up the homeland
        The fuel of evil
        Is raining from the sky
        The sea of lava
        Flowing down the mountain
        The time will sleep
        Us sinners by

        Holy rollers roll
        Give generously now
        Pass the hubcap please
        Thank you Lord
        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
        -Bokonon

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        • #94
          Take a Walk on the Wild Side
          Lou Reed

          Holly came from Miami F.L.A.
          hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.

          Plucked her eyebrows on the way
          shaved her leg and then he was a she
          She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

          Candy came from out on the island
          in the backroom she was everybody's darling

          But she never lost her head
          even when she was given head
          She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          and the coloured girls go

          Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (Doo)

          Little Joe never once gave it away
          everybody had to pay and pay

          A hustle here and a hustle there
          New York city is the place where they said
          Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side

          Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
          lookin' for soul food and a place to eat

          Went to the Apollo
          you should have seen him go go go
          They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side
          I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          all right, huh

          Jackie is just speeding away
          thought she was James Dean for a day

          Then I guess she had to crash
          valium would have helped that dash
          She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
          I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
          and the coloured girls say

          Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
          (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
          (Doo)
          "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
          -Bokonon

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          • #95
            Children of Samarina

            Demotic

            You mwre children, sons of thieves (mountain fighters)
            Children of Samarina, mwre poor children
            Children of Samarina even if you’re stained

            As you go mwre up to the mountains
            As you go mwre up to the mountains
            High in Samarina

            Shot mwre do not throw
            Shot mwre do not throw
            Songs do not tell..

            Lest my mother mwre hears them
            Lest my mother mwre hears them
            And my disfortunate sister

            And lest they go out on the street mwre to see you
            And lest they go out on the street mwre to see you
            And come to ask you

            Don’t say mwre that I was wounded
            Don’t say mwre that I was wounded
            Heavily to die…

            Say mwre that I got married
            Say mwre that I got married
            That I got a good woman…

            The stone I have mwre for stepmother
            The stone I have mwre for stepmother
            The black earth for woman…

            And those mwre the mudrocks
            For sisters and brothers

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            • #96
              Faith Hill

              Cry



              If I had just one tear running down your cheek
              Maybe I could cope maybe I'd get some sleep
              If I had just one moment at your expense
              Maybe all my misery would be well spent

              Yeah.... Could you cry a little
              Lie just a little
              Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain
              I gave now I 'm wanting
              Something in return
              So cry just a little for me

              If your love could be caged, honey I would hold the key
              And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me
              And you'd hunt those lies
              They'd be all you'd ever find
              And that'd be all you'd have to know
              For me to be fine

              Yeah.... And you'd cry a little
              Die just a little
              and baby I would feel just a little less pain
              I gave now I'm wanting
              Something in return
              So cry just a little for me

              Give it up baby
              I hear your goodbye
              Nothins goin save me
              I can see it it your eyes
              Some kind of heartache
              Darlin give it a try
              I dont want pity
              I just want what is mine

              Yeah... Could you cry a little
              Lie just a little
              Pretend that your're feeling a little more pain
              I gave now I'm wanting
              Something in retrun
              So cry just a little for me

              Yeah... Cry just a little for me
              "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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              • #97
                Haroula Alexiou

                Two lads from Aivali

                Two lads from Aivali
                Entered Balis’ place
                Entered Balis’ place
                Entered Balis’ place in company (together)

                And they both the two had zevda! (heavy emotional pain in the heart!)
                And they both the two had zevda

                And they drunk two seas drinks
                And they drunk two seas drinks
                For a woman from Aivali beautiful
                For a woman from Aivali beautiful

                They were drinking and there were smoking and they were cursing love
                They were drinking and there were smoking and they were cursing love

                Two lads from Aivali
                Entered Balis’ place
                And they didn’t leave a glass on the shelf (they broke everything)
                For the damage to the magazi (place restaurant tavern etc)
                For the damage to the magazi

                They gave to old Balis
                They gave to old Balis
                A load of silver and gold
                A load of silver and gold
                They were drinking and they were smoking and they were cursing love

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                • #98
                  40 lads

                  demotic

                  Forty lads from Le, from Levadia
                  They go to step on the Tropo,
                  On the Tropolitsa
                  On the road as they went, an old man
                  Mwre an old man they meet
                  Joy and Health Old man
                  Welcome children , Welcome
                  Where are you going lads
                  Where are you going ore, ore children
                  We go to step on the Tropo
                  Mwre on the Tropolitsa
                  Come you too old man, to go for
                  To go for looting (fighting)
                  I cannot my children, because I’m ol
                  Because I’m old

                  Go over the shieling and the she
                  And the sheeps
                  And take my son the youn
                  Ore the youngest one
                  Who has feet of hare and partridge
                  And partridge wings
                  And who knows the paths bet
                  Better than everyone else

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                  • #99
                    Farewel Dear world

                    demotic

                    Farewell dear world
                    Farewell dear world
                    Farewell sweet life
                    Farewel sweet life

                    Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
                    Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides

                    On dry land the fish does not live
                    On dry land the fish does not live
                    And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach

                    And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach

                    Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
                    Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides

                    On dry land the fish doesnot live
                    On dry land the fish doesnot live
                    And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach

                    And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach

                    And the Souliotes women do not live
                    And the Souliotes women do not live
                    Without Freedom
                    Without Freedom


                    *referance to the collective suicide of a region in Greece as the Turks were approaching. They jumped to their deaths with their children from a cliffside singing and dancing.

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                    • My little sea

                      island demotic

                      Sea, sea the seamen, my little sea
                      Sea, sea the seamen, my little sea
                      Do not seahit them

                      I drown for you I stay up all night

                      Rose water, rose water become, oh aman aman
                      Rose water, rose water become, oh aman aman

                      Their seapath to sprinkle
                      My little sea and bring back my little bird

                      To forget you, I can’t
                      Sea and salted water
                      Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
                      Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
                      The man of the lass

                      My little sea and bring back my little bird
                      And the lass, and the lass is young, my little sea
                      And the lass, and the lass is young, my little sea
                      And the black clothes do not suit her
                      My little sea and bring back my little bird


                      To forget you, I can’t
                      Sea and salted water
                      Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
                      Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
                      The man of the lass
                      Last edited by Bereta_Eder; January 21, 2004, 15:58.

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                      • Black eyes black eyebrows

                        Rebetiko

                        Vamvakaris

                        Black eyes, black eyebrows, black curly hair
                        White face like a lily and a beauty spot on the cheek
                        White face like a lily and a beauty spot on the cheek
                        Black eyes, black eyebrows, black curly hair
                        My blackeyes for you, I’ve been driven crazy
                        I will die, I can’t stand it I have become a phthisical
                        I have pains hidden inside the leaves of the heart
                        With your magical eyes when, my light, you look at me

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                        • Erotokritos

                          demotic (crete)

                          Have you heard my Aretoussa the sad news
                          Your lord has banished me to the paths of exile
                          And he exploded and he was slaughtered on his own pretext
                          When he heard of our marriage you told me to tell him
                          And such was his rage, so heavy it seemed to him
                          And my lord from his needles (pain) I suspect he’ll die
                          4 days alone he gave me to wait
                          And from there on to go in exile, to go far away
                          And how to tell you farewell how to part away
                          And how to live without you in this exile?
                          My end drows near and learn this my lady
                          That in foreign lands they buried me, my bones are there
                          I possess ( the knowledge) that your lord quickly he’ll marry you
                          A prince son, a lordchild, the likes of your (rank) he searches for
                          And neither can you resist to the wants of your parents
                          They defeat your knowledge and your appetite changes
                          One joy (favor) I want my lady and this I want alone
                          And after that, full of joy can my life end
                          The hour when you’ll become engaged and heavily you sigh
                          And when you as a bride adorn yourself and married you change
                          To tear up and to say “dear erotokritos,
                          What I’ve vowed you I forgot, you wanted it more, it is no longer”
                          And when in the love of another groom you give your worth
                          And he becomes houselord of your beauty
                          When he heartfully kiss you and carresses you
                          Remember one who for you he set forth to die
                          Remember how you wounded me and I have pain of death

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                          • Macedonia world known

                            demotic (estimated: second balkan war 1912-1913)

                            Macedonia world known
                            Land of Alexander
                            You who’ve driven the barbarians away
                            And now you’re free
                            You are and you will always be Hellenic
                            The pride of Hellenes
                            We shall all support you
                            Proudly once more
                            The Macedonians cannot
                            Live enslaved
                            And even if they lose everything
                            Their pride remains
                            Your diamond crown
                            Let’s see you placing it on your head
                            So your glory shines
                            Macedonia

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                            • 40 Euzones

                              demotic (frontier)

                              Forty euzones (frontier soldiers) they’ve decided it
                              Forty euzones (frontier soldiers) they’ve decided it
                              To go to war, my Virgin Mary, to fight
                              To go to war, my Virgin Mary, to fight
                              On the path as they went on the black sea
                              On the path as they went on the black sea
                              Black tempest catches, my Virgin Mary, the sails tear apart
                              Black tempest catches, my Virgin Mary, the sails tear apart
                              Help my Virgin Mary for them to be saved
                              Help my Virgin Mary for them to be saved
                              And as many cressets as you have my Virgin Mary to make them silver
                              And as many cressets as you have my Virgin Mary to make them silver

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                              • Triple Shot Thursday; Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

                                Woodstock

                                Well I came upon a child of God
                                He was walking along the road
                                And I asked him 'Tell me where are you going?'
                                This he told me

                                Said 'I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
                                Gonna join in a rock and roll band
                                Got to get back to the land to set my soul free

                                We are stardust, we are golden
                                We are billion year old carbon
                                And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

                                Well then can I walk beside you
                                I have come to lose the smog
                                And I feel as I'm a cog in something turning
                                And maybe it's the time of year
                                Yes and maybe it's the time of man
                                And I don't know who I am
                                But life is for learning

                                We are stardust, we are golden
                                We are billion year old carbon
                                And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

                                We are stardust, we are golden
                                We are billion year old carbon
                                And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

                                By the time we got to Woodstock
                                We were half a million strong
                                And everywhere was a song and celebration
                                And I dreamed I saw the bombers death planes
                                Riding shotgun in the sky
                                Turning into butterflies
                                Above our nation.

                                We are stardust, we are golden
                                We are caught in the devil's bargain
                                And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

                                ***************************************

                                Teach Your Children

                                You who are on the road
                                Must have a code that you can live by
                                And so become yourself
                                Because the past is just a good bye.

                                Teach your children well,
                                Their father's hell did slowly go by,
                                And feed them on your dreams
                                The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

                                Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
                                So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

                                And you, of tender years,
                                Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
                                And so please help them with your youth,
                                They seek the truth before they can die.

                                Counter Melody To Above Verse:
                                Can you hear and do you care and
                                Cant you see we must be free to
                                Teach your children what you believe in.
                                Make a world that we can live in.

                                Teach your parents well,
                                Their children's hell will slowly go by,
                                And feed them on your dreams
                                The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

                                Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
                                So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

                                ****************************************

                                Old Man

                                Old man, look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you were.
                                Old man, look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you were.

                                Old man, look at my life.
                                Twenty-four and there's so much more.
                                Live alone in a paradise
                                That makes me think of two.

                                Love lost; such a cost.
                                Give me things that don't get lost
                                Like a coin that won't get tossed
                                Rollin' home to you.

                                Old man, take a look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you.
                                I need someone to love me
                                The whole day through.
                                Ah, one look in my eyes
                                And you can tell that's true.

                                Lullbies; look in your eyes.
                                Run around the same old town.
                                Doesn't mean that much to me
                                To mean that much to you.

                                I've been first and last.
                                Look at how the time goes past,
                                But I'm all alone at last
                                Rollin' home to you.

                                Old man, take a look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you.
                                I need someone to love me
                                The whole day through.
                                Ah, one look in my eyes
                                And you can tell that's true.

                                Old man, look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you were.
                                Old man, look at my life.
                                I'm a lot like you were.
                                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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