Δευτέρα 12 Απριλίου 2010
Κυριακή 11 Απριλίου 2010
The Hooters - 500 miles
If you miss the train Im on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
And the land that I once loved was not my own
Lord Im one, Lord Im two, Lord Im three, Lord Im four,
Lord Im five hundred miles away from home
A hundred tanks along the square,
One man stands and stops them never
Some day soon, the tide will turn, and Ill be free
Ill be free, Ill be free, Ill come home to my country,
Some day soon the tide will turn and Ill be free
If you miss the train Im on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
Lord Im one, Lord Im two, Lord Im three, Lord Im four,
Lord Im five hundred miles away from home
Lord Im five hundred miles away from home
Ill be free, Ill be free, Ill come home to my country,
Lord Im five hundred miles away from home
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord Im five hundred miles away from home
Σάββατο 10 Απριλίου 2010
NATALIE MERCHANT-WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON
Come all you good workers
Good news to you i’ll tell
Of how the good old union
Has come in here to dwell
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was a miner
He’s now in the air and sun
He’ll be with you fellow workers
Until the battle’s won
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there
You’ll either be a union man
Or a thug for J. H. Claire
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Oh workers can you stand it?
Oh tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Don’t scab for the bosses
Don’t listen to their lies
Poor folks ain’t got a chance
Unless they organize
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Πέμπτη 1 Απριλίου 2010
Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust - Live, 1975
I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
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