Αντισταθείτε! (αν βρέξει, η επανάσταση θα γίνει σε κλειστό χώρο!)

Ok! Λοιπόν, η πρόσκληση μου ήρθε από τον Δημήτρη Αθηνάκη

Το παιχνίδι ξεκίνησε από την Εαρινή Συμφωνία

Οι κανόνες είναι απλοί: Αντισταθείτε!

Με ένα ποίημα ενός έλληνα ποιητή αν κατάλαβα καλά.

Παρόλα αυτά δε θα μπορούσα να μην τους κατακρεουργήσω, όπως κάνω και σε όλα τα μπλογκοπαίχνιδα εξάλλου!

Οπότε 1^ον, αντιστέκομαι στον ίδιο τον άνθρωπο, πηγή όλων των κακών – αλλά και καλών, αν και εδώ δε μας ενδιαφέρει αυτό! :ο)

2^ον εφτιαξα πρόχειρα κι ενα δικό μου μαζί με κάποιους στίχους του Παύλου από τους TravelMindSyndrome (5 στο σύνολο αντί για ένα ποίημα)

3^ον φυσικά δε θα μπορούσα να αποφύγω στίχους μουσικούς, για όσους με ξερετε αρκετό καιρό.

Και 4ον όοοολα μα όλα στα εγγλέζικα! Άντε βγάλε άκρη δηλαδή...

Απλά φρόντισα να δένουν... κάπως!

Ελπίζω να διασκεδάσει τους προηγούμενους και τους επόμενους, αλλιώς δεν έχει νόημα!

(alittlewhisper + Pavlos)

Voices are calling from my empty dreams

All that occurs now is not what it seems

The light of my hopes is really just fainted glims

Just hear me out!

There’ll be no more lying about

Tell me the truth now

Just hear me out!

Don’t want to fight and shout

All this time I was in doubt…

Between the lines of my story

There is no glory

Between the lines of my life

There is no pride

I have no more distance left to run

Than the one

That goes to the sun

Everytime I try to feel

I find myself bow down and kneel

Everytime I try to rise I’m flirting with disaster

So I dig inside my inner self to find my long-gone master

(Metalica)

Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream

(Arthur Rimbaud)

And the puppets, shaken about,
entwine their thin arms; their breasts pierced with light,
like black organ-pipes - which once gentle ladies pressed to their own -
jostle together protractedly in hideous love-making.

Hurray! The gay dancers, you whose bellies are gone!
You can cut capers on such a long stage!
Hop! Never mind whether it's fighting or dancing!
- Beelzebub, maddened, saws on his fiddles!
Oh the hard heels! No one's pumps are wearing out!
And nearly all have taken off their shirts of skins;
the rest is not embarrassing
and all can be seen without shame.

(the doors)

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

…………………….

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

(Edgar Allan Poe)

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Οοοοπότε και ‘γω με τη σειρά μου καλώ από αυτούς που έμειναν

Immortal Junkie

Valisia

Velvet

Concious

Βασιλικός κι α μαραθεί τη μυρωδιά την έχει

Pilgrim

(Ινδόλη και Μanground σας πρόλαβε ο Duchamp!)

Μέμα

[derfunremo]

Random

Και Thinkpink

Είχα κι άλλους στο μυαλό αλλά μη το χέσουμε και τελείως!

Όχι ότι κι αν δε το συνεχίσουν έγινε τίποτα, λέμε τώρα!

(Κι ένα κατάμαυρο τραγουδάκι, έτσι γιατί δεν άντεξα στον πειρασμό!)

Listen to me now
No words, I can say, can describe
How I hate your fucking face
And do you hear me now
You stole my soul with your lies
Your killing zone's where I lie
There you watched me die

You fucken suck

Can you see yourself I lie in my bed
Fantasizing your death
Here I lie
Can you see yourself
And how do you sleep with what you are?
What you turned out to be
Fuck you, kill yourself

You fucken suck

Liar you know I do I wish you well
Liar I died for you I wish you well in hell ...in hell