tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post1206409939154390921..comments2023-10-05T08:40:18.549+03:00Comments on Ἀρετὴ ΚΑΙ Τόλμη: Bob DylanΣπύρος Σπυρόπουλοςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08138098428809193689noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-86623599664846184312011-05-19T21:58:38.840+03:002011-05-19T21:58:38.840+03:00ἦταν ἁπλά θέμα timing, πλέον στό βυθό ἔχουν κάτσει...ἦταν ἁπλά θέμα timing, πλέον στό βυθό ἔχουν κάτσει πολλά μπάζα...Σπύρος Σπυρόπουλοςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08138098428809193689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-20146604002595519292011-05-19T20:27:24.107+03:002011-05-19T20:27:24.107+03:00Παλιότερα είχαμε πει πως οι τρέχουσες αντιλήψεις ε...Παλιότερα είχαμε πει πως οι τρέχουσες αντιλήψεις ενός ανθρώπου είναι σαν ένα μεγάλο κρεμμύδι, το επιφανειακό στρώμα του οποίου διαποτίζεται από το άρωμα που αναδίδουν τα εσωτερικότερα. Πολλοί άνθρωποι τυχαίνει να έχουν παρόμοιες τρέχουσες αντιλήψεις, δηλαδή το επιφανειακό στρώμα του κρεμμυδιού τους να αναδίδει πάνω κάτω το ίδιο άρωμα, χωρίς απαραίτητα να μοιράζονται πανομοιότυπες εμπειρίες, ιδεοληψίες ή έχθρες. Έτσι μπορεί κανείς να καταλήξει στα ίδια συμπεράσματα ακολουθώντας διαφορετική ακολουθία συλλογισμών. Για την επαλήθευση της υπόθεσης θα πρότεινα την ανάγνωση των στίχων του “Mississippi” και εάν αυτό δεν αρκούσε για να δράσει σε βάθος θα εκπλησσόμουν.Flying Demonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325868916616870526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-60170665663758666282011-05-19T18:38:59.249+03:002011-05-19T18:38:59.249+03:00Ἀπεκατεστάθη ἡ τάξις...μόνο πού ἐγώ δέν ἔχω ἦχο πο...Ἀπεκατεστάθη ἡ τάξις...μόνο πού ἐγώ δέν ἔχω ἦχο πού τραγούδαγε κάποτε καί ὁ Σαββόπουλος <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhPP8d10FDI" rel="nofollow">ἐδῶ</a><br /><br />Πάρτε καί τά λόγια <a href="http://stixoi.info/stixoi.php?info=Lyrics&act=details&song_id=33065" rel="nofollow">ἐδῶ</a><br /><br />ΥΓ Ὅπως γίνεται φανερό ἔχω μιά τάση νά ἀνακατεύω διάφορα, ἀπό τραγούδια μέχρι τήν τωρινή ἀνάρτηση μέ μιά <a href="http://katotokerdos.blogspot.com/%202011/02/blog-post_20.html" rel="nofollow">παλιότερη</a>. <br /><br />Καί ὅλα αὐτά μέ ἀφορμή τό ἔλλειμμα στόν τεχνολογικό ἐξοπλισμό μου-σάν νά μέ ἐκδικεῖται ἡ τεχνολογία πού τήν ἀπαξιώνω συστηματικά . Θά μποροῦσε ὅμως νά νά μήν ὑπάρχει ἕνα ἐλάττωμα σἀν αὐτό, ἀφοῦ ἀκούσματα ὅπως τοῦ Ντύλαν, καί πολλά ἄλλα, τά συνάντησα πολύ ἀργά στερώντας τους τήν δυνατότητα νά δράσουν σέ βάθος;Σπύρος Σπυρόπουλοςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08138098428809193689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-55356975895507290182011-05-19T16:33:32.211+03:002011-05-19T16:33:32.211+03:00Ευχαριστώ, βελτιώθηκε καθόλου η κατάσταση τώρα;Ευχαριστώ, βελτιώθηκε καθόλου η κατάσταση τώρα;Flying Demonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325868916616870526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-336467546031838172011-05-19T16:14:36.543+03:002011-05-19T16:14:36.543+03:00ὁ σύνδεσμος τοῦ τραγουδιοῦ μοῦ βγάζει τό παρακάτω ...ὁ σύνδεσμος τοῦ τραγουδιοῦ μοῦ βγάζει τό παρακάτω μήνυμα<br /><br />"Ὁ χρήστης ποὺ ἔκανε μεταφόρτωση τοῦ βίντεο δὲν ἔχει διαθέσει αὐτὸ τὸ βίντεο στὴ χώρα σας"Σπύρος Σπυρόπουλοςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08138098428809193689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-81198870964641889562011-05-19T13:02:51.310+03:002011-05-19T13:02:51.310+03:00Bob Dylan forever. 70άρισε λοπόν ο Dylan. Καλή του...Bob Dylan forever. 70άρισε λοπόν ο Dylan. Καλή του ώρα.Mary Kanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-32351313667362519872011-05-19T10:47:57.238+03:002011-05-19T10:47:57.238+03:00Album Love and Theft (2001)
Mississippi
Every ste...Album Love and Theft (2001)<br />Mississippi<br /><br />Every step of the way, we walk the line<br />Your days are numbered, so are mine<br />Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray<br />We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape<br /><br />City's just a jungle, more games to play<br />Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away<br />I was raised in the country, I been working in the town<br />I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down<br /><br />Got nothing for you, I had nothing before<br />Don't even have anything for myself anymore<br />Sky full of fire, Pain pouring down<br />Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around<br /><br />All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime<br />Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme<br />Only one thing I did wrong<br />Stayed in Mississippi a day too long<br /><br />Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall<br />Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all<br />I was thinking about the things that Rosie said<br />I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed<br /><br />Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees<br />Feeling like a stranger nobody sees<br />So many things that we never will undo<br />I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too<br /><br />Some people will offer you their hand and some won't<br />Last night I knew you, tonight I don't<br />I need something strong to distract my mind<br />I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind<br /><br />Well I got here following the southern star<br />I crossed that river just to be where you are<br />Only one thing I did wrong<br />Stayed in Mississippi a day too long<br /><br />Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast<br />I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past<br />But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free<br />I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me<br /><br />Everybody's moving, if they ain't already there<br />Everybody's got to move somewhere<br />Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow<br />Things should start to get interesting right about now<br /><br />My clothes are wet, tight on my skin<br />Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in<br />I know that fortune is waiting to be kind<br />So give me your hand and say you'll be mine<br /><br />Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay<br />You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way<br />Only one thing I did wrong<br />Stayed in Mississippi a day too longFlying Demonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325868916616870526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909733730035040499.post-4433583596314135812011-05-19T10:37:25.003+03:002011-05-19T10:37:25.003+03:00"Love Minus Zero / No Limit"
My love sh..."Love Minus Zero / No Limit"<br /><br />My love she speaks like silence<br />Without ideals or violence<br />She doesn't have to say she's faithful<br />Yet she's true, like ice, like fire<br />People carry roses<br />And make promises by the hours<br />My love she laughs like the flowers<br />Valentines can't buy her.<br /><br />In the dime stores and bus stations<br />People talk of situations<br />Read books, repeat quotations<br />Draw conclusions on the wall<br />Some speak of the future<br />My love she speaks softly<br />She knows there's no success like failure<br />And that failure's no success at all.<br /><br />The cloak and dagger dangles<br />Madams light the candles<br />In ceremonies of the horsemen<br />Even the pawn must hold a grudge<br />Statues made of match sticks<br />Crumble into one another<br />My love winks, she does not bother<br />She knows too much to argue or to judge.<br /><br />The bridge at midnight trembles<br />The country doctor rambles<br />Bankers' nieces seek perfection<br />Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring<br />The wind howls like a hammer<br />The night blows rainy<br />My love she's like some raven<br />At my window with a broken wing.Flying Demonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325868916616870526noreply@blogger.com