Sunday, July 5, 2015

Lucky Man





Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am






But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?






Well, I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands





Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm standing naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am





Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am





But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?





I hope you understand
I hope you understand





Gotta love that'll never die





Happiness 
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know 
Oh, my, my





Gotta love that'll never die
Gotta love that'll never die
No, no
I'm a lucky man





It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my



It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my

The Verve

Monday, June 29, 2015

Vico Nahmias - Strofodines





Vico Nahmias - Strofodines






The title of this performance comes from the Ancient Greek word strofix (pivot) and is a metaphor for the delirious behaviour of the individuals who attain a state of religious ecstasy while whirling in place.

 
 
 
 

 
 
This is a technique which goes back many centuries and can be seen illustrated in stone reliefs of the Ancient Greek Kavirian mysteries, in Asian agrarian events and in American pre-Colombian ceremonies. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
Primarily, of course, this technique is known to us from the live, mystic Sufi tradition and the Order of the Whirling Dervishes, founded by Jelalludin Rumi (1207-1275), the poet and holy man of Islam.


 
 
 

 
Vico Nahmias has pored over this extensive material with great dedication, proposing a research spectacle which concerns the modern-day viewer, without being disloyal to the roots of its origin.[ more ]






These photos are from the preview of the production, which is a part of Athens Festival 2015







Sunday, June 28, 2015

Little Girl





A trick that people use to make you think they are smart
Is confidence when actually they're lost in the dark
Only someone with the mind of a child says he'll grow up
The seven and the avalanche you're life will show up
Its nice to be loved it can never happen too late
I wanna share my food but you have stolen my plate
Hey now, hey now go your way now





 


You tortured little girl
Showing them what love is all about
Where did all the time go?
Everywhere it's gone, gone, gone







You get the point now
You pick yourself up off the bars
She's on his arm now
Cause they remind you off the pictures on the wall now
But you was young and I wasn't not even born yet
If you think I know a little more bit
Than the average person on the streets you are incorrect
Because I'm ignorant as shit, not here to preach, man
You know I just wanna have fun, go to the beach, man
That's all I am, I'm just a simple guy who talks when
You put a microphone in front of him








You twisted little girl
Showing them what life is all about
Where did all the time go?
Everywhere it's gone








Running left in a relationship
Going in circles and I just can't wait
Running left so we can get in shape
Get in shape because we can't escape








Running left because I'm already late
Really not, I'm in the exact same place
Running laps in your relationship
Running away from the subtleties of









The worlds always amazed at how much cash you made
But not at how you made it, it's just strange
It sounded kind of cool over the phone
It killed your neighbors and their dog and crushed their bones








You tortured little girl
Showing them what laughter's all about
Where did all the wine go?
Every night it's gone







You got it all worked out
Funny little girl
Showing them what pain is all about
Where did all the time go?
Every night it's gone, gone, gone








You're the coolest girl in this whole town
I just wanna parade you around

Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Blue Prelude





Gordon Jenkins, Joe Bishop




Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,
Let me go away from this lonely town,
Won't be long till my sun will be blue,
Cos I know I'm on my last go round.
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,
Wouldn't heal all the pain in my soul.





What is love? but a prelude to sorrow,
With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go - now you know why I'm leaving.
Got the blues. what can I lose? goodbye!



 

What is love? but a prelude to sorrow,
With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go - now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues. what can I lose? goodbye!
Nina Simone

Monday, June 22, 2015

Back Water Blues







When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night
When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night
Then trouble's takin' place
In the lowlands at night






I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door
I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door
There's been enough trouble
To make a poor girl wonder where she wants to go





Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond
Then they rowed a little boat about five miles 'cross the pond
I packed all my clothes
Throwed them in and they rowed me along





When it thunders and lightnin' and when the wind begins to blow
When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow
There's thousands of people
Ain't got no place to go






Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill
Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill
Then looked down on the house
Where I used to live






Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
Backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
'Cause my house fell down
And I can't live there no more






I can't move no more
I can't move no more
There ain't no place
For a poor old girl to go
Bessie Smith
Lavern Baker