Πέμπτη 16 Ιουνίου 2011
Τετάρτη 15 Ιουνίου 2011
Κυριακή 12 Ιουνίου 2011
Σάββατο 11 Ιουνίου 2011
working class hero - Marianne Faithfull live at old stadium Rodos
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
there is a ghost - Marianne Faithull live - αρχαίο στάδιο Ρόδος
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There is a ghost
And it goes out
On the land,
On the land
It's lifted up,
It feels and floats
On many hands,
On many hands
Oh my lover
Oh my lover
Never was there another
Where has my loverman gone ?
There is a dream
You've had before
And forgotten many times
So many times
When you remember who I am just call
When you remember who I am just call
When you remember who I am just call
When you remember who I am
There is a tree
And all its leaves have gone
For what it's seen
It standing alone
Oh my lover
Oh my lover
Go now, go now, find another
Where has my loverman has gone ?
Away, away
Across the land
Across the land
Across the land
sister morphine - Marianne Faitfull live at the old stadium Rodos
Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don’t think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I’m not that strong.
The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here ?
What am I doing in this place ?
Why does the doctor have no face ?
Oh, I can’t crawl across the floor.
Can’t you see, sister morphine, I’m just trying to score.
Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can’t you see I’m fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.
Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, sister morphine, you’d better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I’ll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red.
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