Παύλος Σιδηρόπουλος - Ο Μπάμπης Ο Φλου (HQ) (+playlist)

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-was it the guilt?
-maybe after a while
-was it denial?
-most of the time.
-was it you?
- i guess both at  the end.
-was it necessary?
-yes it was

Trying to make sense out of it. Tape's still playing but can't hear it anymore. Difficult to let go? not really just difficult to give it meaning again, purpose, feeling. Yes they say you should remember your past, learn from it, but how do you deal with the recurring memories? The places, the streets, the smell; different but at the same time all a stimulating past every time youre there...
Denial and repression; cannot work anymore if you want to have a 'move on', regret , guilt and shame; tiresome feelings that make it even worse; trust; hard to nurture it still; spontaneity, all gone due to everything above;

-what's left then?
-adjustment; again and again and until you  manage to achieve it somehow. You know the worst part in all this is the spontaneity and contentment that's lost; the pleasure that used to be there lurking in every little corner at least for a short period...
-do you miss it?
-the feeling yes , that time no.
- Well, the problem is to decide that you deserve to give yourself the choice to feel 'happiness' again.
-It will take still a while...
-(sigh) are you trying though?
-(pause) not yet.
-still scared?
-not anymore. just tired and let down i guess.Need to change the tape. It's broken.Can't be fixed, on playback still.
-time to change the tune.
-i like it though!
-time to change the tune
-it's a brilliant one, full of nostalgia, passion and longing; had good reviews before though a bit out of date nowadays. can be enjoyed any time of the day.
Not to say, a good lullaby to get you to bed when needed.
-time to change the tune
-I know

-was it me was it you was it him?
-Guess it was all of us.
-but why then it still hurts only me?
-because you wanted it to.  you don't need to explain anymore, just ...change the tune
-i will
-will you..?
-yes i promise ; have to, after all now it's getting late; maybe too late . can't  distinguish even your shadow, it's all a confusing blend
-still got time
-not the one i wanted, the one i thought i needed; surprise!
-you still got time
-i know; just need to keep reminding me. still got time?
-beliefs and morals; reconsidered, self-deception and reassurance; does not apply here, remorse and guilt; cannot hang on to them for life. what's left? me, you
- and me. yes me. time to get up, tape is rolling, no sound, tinnitus gone.
 it's the kind of a good morning i guess
-goodmorning

Στην είσοδο ένας τύπος με μαύρο καπέλο, στυλ Τσάρλι Τσάπλιν στο ντύσιμο, μα με του καπέλου της έντονεσ γωνίες να του προσδίδουν πιο πολύ αγριότητα παρα αίσθηση κωμικής εμφάνισης. Γύρω του κάπου στα δέκα άτομα και πιο πέρα οι αλλοι fans του να συντονίζονται με τ'ακόρντα της κλασσικής του κιθάρας.
Προχωράω στον εσωτερικό χώρο του μαγαζιού...

-Sound check. Aκούγομαι;
- Ναι, σ'ακούμε. Ταξιδεύουν οι λέξεις σχεδόν τέλεια συγχρονισμένες σα σιαμαία μωρά απ' τους 'θαμώνες'.

Παρατηρώντας γύρω διακρίνω ελάχιστους μαζεμένους στο μπάρ, να πίνουν αργά, γουλιά τη γουλιά, περιμένοντας την έναρξη του παράξενου τύπου.
Στα δεξιά μου τρεις κοπέλες αρχίζουν να λικνίζονται ρυθμικά και συντονισμένα. Εγώ στη γωνία, στις σίτες που φωτίζωνται στα κλεφτά απ' το μοναδικό κοντινό φανάρι του δρόμου. Στ'αριστερά, μια παρέα αρχίζει να χορεύει ξέφρενα ακολουθώντας το ρυθμό της κιθάρας του 'Τσάρλι', εισπνέοντας όμως με μέτρο κι αφουγκραζόμενοι μελωδικά τον καπνό του τσιγάρου τους. Φλέβες στα χέρια μιας ηλεκτρικής κιθάρας εξαπολύουν αόρατους σπινθήρες προς όλες τις κατευθύνσεις, αναπνοές και το ρεφρέν...
Οι παλμοί γίνονται ενα με το ρυθμό που πλέκουν επιδέξια οι νότες; η καρδιά απογειώνεται πάνω από τα κεφάλια όλων μας μες στον αποπνικτικό χώρο που αναδύει αλκοόλ, καπνό και μια γλυκειά ηλεκτρισμένη ένταση.
Ένα χέρι στην πλάτη... Τα λόγια είναι περιττά. Όλος ο χώρος αναπνέει σένα tempo,μια μαζική ανάσα. Είμαστε όλοι εδώ.  

AKALA - FIND NO ENEMY (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Thom Yorke - Black Swan

Three brother crows

It was around,well,a bit after 5:00 in the morning I reckon,as I watched you pecking eagerly those black road wires outside my home. I recollect a time when I used to love watching you, when I was younger , dancing around the fields just the three of you. Back then I believe you were still white-feathered before you told Apollo about his woman's affair. Back then I was not afraid of you the slightest.

But as the years surpassed me and I started feeling weak, my legs stopped holding me, my breath unwinded like the pendulum clock my grandma used to own, I would try and avoid your sight. Your gaze was too much overwhelming for my soul. I learnt about your omnivorous nature,the frivolous pecking techniques for owning whatever you wanted to get and I tired myself in searching for ways to get rid of you.

Now that I cross paths with you once more and I am certain I will again in the near future, I decide to linger. Your glossy black coats though treacherous to any untrained eye remind me of my first opinion about you. Come to think about it you still stand magnificent in your sturdy thin legs. I catch myself to savour all our past reminiscences;

Indeed I have missed you: the self-reassurance, the spontaneity of your will, the act of pecking like there are no consequences to fear about tomorrow's sunny day.

The sun is rising steadily now and you just fly away. Another hot day is on the verge of melting me again.

I secretly wish you'll pay me a visit again and roam the streets with me feeding me back your old stealth that I subconsciously stole those past years of mud and rain.

It's time to accept that you will always be an unbreakable part of my mind and put you in good use again, my little mistreated friends.

Goodnight for now

voutia!....

-loipon me to tria okey?
-kala...
-ena, duo...
tria
splash
-ma kala xazo eisai ela mesa , vouta paidi mou
-maaaaaa fovamai.
-ti fovasai?
-tous karxaries
-ma den uparxoun karxaries edo
-eee.kai ta delfinia? an me tsibisoun?
-ta delfinia den tsibane einai kala
-ma borei na tsibisoun emena omos.
-giati na se tsibisoun paidi mou?xazo eisai . vouta
-de thelo. vasika.... kala borei. alla oxi akoma
aurio
-mmmm, kala aurio loipon i telospadon kapote
ego edo tha mai mexri me to kalo na voutixeis. okey?
-mmmm nai. .......euxaristo
-den ekana tipota. oute boro vasika. de thelo na se rixo mesa.
esu tha apofasiseis pote tha voutixeis. esu xaneis. ta nera einai teleia