Sunday, April 26, 2015

Burnin' Sky



The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.







Waiting for the van to arrive,
The prisoners were lined
up outside.




Jumped a wall, hitcheda ride, and
now I'm here
to say;





 
Love you, baby, anyway, oh, yeah.
The sky is burnin' I believe my soul is on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.








Ran across the country fields,
In all terrain, they had guns and dogs and everything.
Swam a river try'n to lose my trail,
But they caught me, under the bridge. Oh yeah!







The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.









The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I am learning, the key to my desire.








The judge said, 'this man's a danger to humanity,
We're gonna lock him up and throw away the key'
Now, baby, your love has sent me to jail
But I'd rather die than see you with another man







It's burnin' baby, mm, mm; I believe my souls on fire








I believe my souls on fire,
Working on the railroad, every day
But they can't keep me here
And I'm not gonna stay
I got to get outta this place
I'll see you, baby.





It's burnin', yeah, it's burnin'.
I believe my souls on fire,
Keep on burnin',
Ah, yeah, yeah, ah, oh, oho. Keep on burnin'

Bad Company

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I'd love to change the world





Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more?

 
 
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

 
 
 
 
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny

 
 
 
 
 
 
Bees make honey, who needs money, Monopoly

 
 
 
 
 
 
 I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

 
 
 
 
 
 World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war

 
 
 
 
 
 
 I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

Jetta

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

On the boards





Someone has taken my day,
Turned it to night,
Who turned out the light?
That hangs from the beams,
I don't know what it means,
But it's too much, too bad.





If I had taken my time,
Counted my steps,
I might have no regrets,
You might still be here yet,
And not in my dreams,
It's too late to care.





Somehow the world is a gone,
Please give me the keys,
And open the door,
Where is the floor?
I don't know what it means,
It's too much to bear.




It's too much to bear.

Taste


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Wild Flowers



I have to watch you come back to the river
Now it's all I can do
Will you still be convinced wild flowers
Are waiting for you






In my mind I've done good things
And never cared why
And my mind is an open door, with nothing inside






Looks like the hour is upon us
It's turnin' so cold
When everything said's either faded out
Or written in stone







If you could find an easier road, you'd take it today
You could have taken me anywhere
You just take it away






I have to watch you come back to the river
If it's all I can do
Will you still be convinced wild flowers
Are waiting for you





Have we ever done good things
And never cared why
'Cause my mind is an open door, with nothing inside

Mark Lanegan

Monday, April 20, 2015

Trickster (details)


 


Trickster / The variable practice

curators : Alexandros Psychoulis , Kostis Velonis

theoritical support: Phoebe Giannisi
 
 






The vision of the curator of this exhibition is to assemble works of contemporary artists who, by their tactics, bring forth the reading of the world as a permanent global variation, where apparently insignificant details of daily practice find their meaning in the evolution of things, and the conjunctures are no longer problematic imponderable factors but the field of genesis of new dynamics.






In those works and tactics, a kind of intelligence still survives, which does not paralyze in front of the unpredictable (the conjunctions), which is able to cope with perplexities in front of the distance that separates an ideal project from the effort of its implementation.

more here
 
 
 
 
 
 

Participating artists: A Whales Architects, Arvanitis Nikos, Kamaris Stephanos, Karga Valentina, Kessanlis Nikos, Kotionis Zissis, Kotsoni Eleni, Ntelakos Apostolos, Pantazopoulou Ioanna, Sachini Nana, Sachpazis Costas, Sagri Georgia, Sepetzoglou Nikos, Touloudis Petros. 
 
 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Such a Lovely Thing





It’s an elusive thing
This love of which you sing
What are we doing
What are we doing?





 
I will give you anything
Just please don’t stop singing
The world will stop spinning round






You’re such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
What are you protecting?





 
I’ll give you everything
And you could wear this ring
But you only love me



 
You only love me when I’m leaving
You only love me cause I’m leaving
You only love me when I’m leaving
You only love me cause I’m leaving here tonight






You’re such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
Why are you lying?



 
I will give you anything
Just please don’t stop singing
The world will stop spinning round







It’s an elusive thing
This love of which you sing
What are we doing
What are we doing here?
And I will give you anything
And you could wear my ring


 
But you only love me
You only love me when I’m leaving
You only love me cause I’m leaving you
You only love me cause I’m leaving
You only love me when I’m leaving here with you

DeVotchKa 





Friday, April 17, 2015

Against The Moon






On a pedestal
Shining bright
Justify me
Make me right
I can fight it



 

Make it roam
But a fugitive has a tendency to return home
Pissing against the moon
Softly she put her hand on my mouth






Softly, so that i
In the silence
Only heard breathing
Closed in living





Pissing against the moon
Whatever I do
I dont repent
I keep pissing against the moon
Whatever I do
I do not repent



 

I keep pissing against the moon
Iceage