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 sad-darkness

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

And actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
And actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

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a tribute to Kavafy's work 

 

And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds

When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn’t stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.

I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.

I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me—because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I’d rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard


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my only company the doves

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family in the mist

an antidote to the loneliness of the holiday season

 

the shadow theatre

sometimes loneliness pushes for conciliation with the world of shadows

Στίχοι: Θανάσης Παπακωνσταντίνου Μουσική: Θανάσης Παπακωνσταντίνου Όλα του κόσμου τα πουλιά όπου κι αν φτερουγίσαν όπου κι αν χτίσαν τη φωλιά όπου κι αν κελαηδήσαν Εκεί που φτερουγίζει ο νους εκεί που ξημερώνει μαργώνουν τα πουλιά της γης κι ούτε ένα δεν ζυγώνει Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό Ανάσα είναι καυτερή και στέπα του Καυκάσου η σκέψη που παραμιλά και λέει τα όνειρά σου Όσες κι αν χτίζουν φυλακές κι αν ο κλοιός στενεύει ο νους μας είναι αληταριό που όλο θα δραπετεύει Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό		Lyrics: Thanasis Papakonstantinou Music: Thanasis Papakonstantinou All this world's birds wherever they flapped wherever their nest is built wherever they warbled Where a man's mind can flap where a man's mind can rise not even one of this world's birds has ever arrived Like a pixie* shall i live Like a pixie Fiery breath it is and Caucasus steppe your maundering thought that tells your deams No matter how many prisons they build and if the cordon gets smaller our vagran mind will always escape Like a pixie shall i live Like a pixie Like a pixie shall i live Like a pixie
	*Pixie = elf = spright

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bicycle in the mist

 

mist full over my soul

instead of a description...

 blue star

shows my mood, the last few months

 the man and the heron

A summer hope in tough winter
Naxos September 2013 

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza

our Rocinante

fully equipped in the role of battering machine

my lord perform complex strategic calculations to defeat the enemy

me fully coordinated with my username

 

(I mentioned that there is a a tragic circular sharing of roles)