Lyrics said the unsaid...

Did you find out where you'd hidden you?
Did you discover where you are?
After all those years of waiting -
Constant baiting -
You killed your lucky star.
After all those years of waiting
You killed your lucky star.

Realize you outplayed the joke.
Don't you see, you've gone too far.
All your laughter has gone sour,
And the hour
Has left you with its scar.
All your laughter has gone sour
And left you with its scar.

Let me know what you're going to do -
What the future has in store.
Tell us, has the suffering past,
Or will it last forevermore?
Tell us, has the suffering past,
Or will it last forevermore?

Letter To Michael Henchard ( words and music by Kevin Vicalvi )


Kevin Vicalvi & Denis DelaGorgendier"Letter to... by John_Dug

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
as you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not ask for your company,
not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offer me,
they're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
you don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.

In the name of pain!
There comes a train!

A long black train
Lord, a long black train



Punched from the tunnel
(The tunnel of love is long and lonely)
Engines steaming like a fist
(A fistful of memories)
Into the jolly jaw of morning
(Yeah! O yeah!)
O baby it gets smashed!

I kick every goddamn splinter
Into all the looking eyes in the world
Into all the laughing eyes
Of all the girls in the world


..
The name of the pain is
A train long-suffering

On rails of pain
There comes a train

On rails of pain
O baby blow its whistle in the rain


Who's the engine driver?
(The engine drivers over yonder)
His name is Memory

O Memory is his name

Destination: Misery

O pain and misery


Oooh that's a sad lookin sack!
...
Ooh the name of the pain is
A train long-suffering

There is a train!

Yeah! It's a train long-suffering

Lord! Of pain and suffering
Each night so black

And in the darkness of my sack
I'm missing you baby

And I just dunno what to do

And the name of the pain is...

Pain and suffering

...When all the stars are falling down
Into the sea and on the ground,
And angry voices carry on the wind,
A beam of light will fill your head
And you'll remember what's been said
By all the good men this world's ever known...

...All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That we're going to keep growing, wait and see...

...Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them
I swear to god I thought it was a sign....

...And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Are your own...

...Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough ...
To adequately purge the soul of pain


...you'll never trust a living soul again...

And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Are your own...

...This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone...

...Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light

Safe in your place deep in the earth
That’s when they’ll know what you were truly worth
Forgotten while you’re here
Remembered for a while...

...Can never find a way
‘til time has flown
Far from their dying day...

...No-one knows you but the rain and the air
Don’t you worry
They’ll stand and stare when you’re gone

Fruit tree, fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year
They’ll all know
That you were here when you’re gone...

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.

Now some of us are weak, and some endure
Some people live their lives with a violence that's pure and clean
But I saw man cry once, down on his knees
In a corner of a darkened cell, and his pain meant nothing to me

But I was younger then
Young men never die
And I walked out in the sun
I was strong, clear-minded and blind

Now don't say a prayer for anyone
It doesn't do any good
Please don't ask me a question
It'd just be misunderstood

And if you could step inside me
You'd feel what hatred brings
And if you saw with my eyes
You'd see what self-deception means

I was younger once and I created a lie
And though my body was strong
I was self-deluded, confident and blind

Now show some pity for the weak of will
Because when we're drinking we can never be filled
Show some understanding for the lonely fool
Because when I am drinking I am out of control

I was never young
Nothing has transpired
And when I look in the mirror
I feel dead, I feel cold

I am blind

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Well it's Hi, Ho, Hey...
I am a bold marauder.
And it's i, Ho, Hey...
I am a white destroyer.

For I will show you silver and gold
and I will bring you treasure.
I will wave a widowing Flag and
I will be your lover.

And I will show you grotto and cave
and sacrificial alter.
And I will show you blood on the stone.
And I will be your mentor.
And night will be our Darlin'
And Fear will be our name.

And it's i, Ho, Hey...
I am a bold maruder.
And it's i, Ho, Hey...
I am a white destroyer.

For I will lead you out by the hand
and lead you to the Hunter.
And I will show you thunder and steel
and I will be your teacher.

And we will dress in helmet and sword
and dip our tongues in slaughter.
And we will sing the Warrior's Song
and lift the praise of murder.
And Christ will be our Darlin'
and Fear will be our name.

And it's i, Ho, Hey...
I am a bold maruder.
And it's i, Ho, Hey...
I am a white destroyer.

For I will sour the winds on high
and I will soil the rivers.
And I will burn the grain in the fields
and I will be your mother.
And we will go to ravage and kill
and we show go to plunder.
And I will take a Fury to wife
and I will be your father.
And death will be our Darlin'
and Fear will be our name.

Tell me everything you know
and what to say
And tell me when to go
and when to stay

I never knew the reasons why you
would want to trade my mind
For an Epistle to Paradise.
Paradise

Ignore the simple life
There's more to attain
Abandon cardboard strife
and Acid rain.

Tomorrow is a new day for learning
what you should pray for
Like an Epistle to Paradise
Paradise.

Rabbits made from sugar cane
and birds of clay
You could be twice as high
as you are today

The airplane you must ride is old
and you'll find it's rather cold
For an Epistle to Paradise.
Paradise

When the sky's beneath your toes
and you glance down
To see the iron clothes
with feather gowns

Maybe this will make you yearn
For you know you can't return
To an Epistle to Paradise.
Paradise

In my dark world I walk alone in thought
My path is covered with memories I have fought
I am filled with the pain that I have bled
Illusion's all that's left inside my head
The boy that's leaving me and the one that's yet to come
Each one a vision as a song that's yet unsung
They meet and fuse in the end just to draw apart
Each one the ending of a dream that's yet to start

My mind it cries
It is not with ease
That I will find
Some way to please
This soul I've lost inside
This soul I've lost inside

A whiff of happiness and a taste of joy
A reeling back in time till again I'm just a girl
I close my eyes to the truth so plain to see
Yesterday is all my life can be

My mind it cries
It is not with ease
That I will find
Some way to please
This soul I've lost inside
This soul I've lost inside

And me the fed I thought that I had escaped
And the girls became more ugly
And the sun got hidden again
And my old dirty matress
was torn and all the knives underneath were
thrusted inside my back
Friends turn to enemies
and all my real enemies disappear, alone me now
kneeled by the grove of my lost pride
I cry all night

Cry and sworn, oh how it really hurts
but I am ready to lead my almost rotten hull
to distant trips
Exile once again my loved one
Oh I never see you back
And others will be yelling about kings and gods
and me alone by the celebrant tomb
I cry and sing all night
and me alone by the sea
I beg the wind with me to cry
and me alone I cry, I sing, I die and...

I don't sing for the song
I'll never sing for the song, for the song fell frozen from my lips

And I cry all night - and I sing alright
and I die tonight - and I just never sing..."

Απολαύστε αυτόν τον ΤΑΠΕΙΝΟ Ελληνα ΚΑΛΛΙΤΕΧΝΗ-ΔΗΜΙΟΥΡΟ που βγαζει ποιοτικότατη ΜΟΥΣΙΚΗ...και την μοιραζει ΔΩΡΕΑΝ.

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Υ.Γ. Το λινκ δεν το βαζω επειδή είναι δικό μου (ούτε για αστειο να μην το πει κανεις)...αλλά για να τον μαθετε



A foghorn blows
And the kitchen light flickers
It’s like a disease
We pray on our knees

The silver coins
Are ringing in her pockets
When I found you
They were all around you

The river’s dark
There’s a castle at the bottom
The boat is sinking
And I’ve been thinking

That she’s the one
That keeps us in the shadows
Under the gallows
In the shadows

I am some one else
Not forever no
Come rescue me from my mama

Some one like you not me
Some one who flies too close
The moon the ground
I want to know

You know how people are
You tell them something
And they start talking

You stare an abyss,
and the abyss stares back at you

Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Signpost says "All beware of the night..."
Around me churning...
...gusts of wind forever swirling
Blowing me down
To find myself a'kneeling...
...while crawlin through the ceiling
Down; I go down

Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Search now Eye for the stareway to find...
All my belongings...
...my life, and all my longings
All the way down
Through the stareway ever turning...
...below the steps are burning
Down; I go down

Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Signpost says "All beware of the night..."
Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Search now Eye for the stareway to find...
...what I'm looking for

I'm traveling north along the high way
I'm carrying my load
My throat is parched and breathing comes hard
But someone cools my soul
If I could ever touch her wave
the path would seem so clear
Well, traveling's hard
But Hell is wandering
On; I go on...
Rest is hard to come by
When you're searching
Both the night and all the day
Stumbling through the mist of years
O Fortune! Eye am my only guide
But how will I know when I'm near...

Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Signpost says "All beware of the night..."
Where is my lady fair?
Darkness brings deep despair
Search now Eye for the stareway to find...
Where is my lady fair?
Where is my lady fair?
Where is my lady fair?

When you wake up in the morning
I'm still sleeping by your side
Last night's sweetness drifts from your fingers
Sweetness lingers and we must hide.
All the loving and the longing
We're still hungry, yes , and we're running
and in the valley of deception
that's where I've gone
Yes in the valley of deception
that's where I lied down.

In the arms of sweet deception
I will rest my stupid head
Off tide arrested
yes and you can trust me
And I trust anything
that I have said
Do you love me let me hear it
Do you want me I need the feeling
'cause in the valley of deception
That's where I've gone.
Yes in the valley of deception
That's where I 've gone,
where I've gone
Yes in the valley of deception
That's where I lied down
Where I lied down

In the valley of deception.

...Traveling north, traveling north to find you
...Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes
Don't even know what I'll say when I find you
....Call out your name love don't be surprised

...It's so many miles and so long since I've left you
Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you
But suddenly now I know where I belong...






...It's so many miles and so long since I've met you...

Sitting, wanting
Blood running cold
Watching, waiting
Terror in my soul
Waiting for life
To reveal the meaning
Why and how
In living and dying
We suffer so

Never, not now

Crouching, hiding
Where to go
Moving in circles
'Round about my skull
Listening for life
Learning to follow
Where and when
Straining, hearing
A cry in the wind

Never, not now

Look out, Mama,
There's a white boat
Comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
And a flag,
And a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
Look like they're here
To deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
And a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone,
My brother's out hunting
In the mountains
Big John's been drinking
Since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
Left me here
To do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand
Felt reassurin'
He told me,
Red means run, son,
Numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
Hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
And the finger
Cover me with the thought
That pulled the trigger
Think of me
As one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

"Lepers And Roses"
By Tom Rapp

The halo morning has dissolved
The day is gone
And nothing's solved
For you

The sand castles are merely sand
The sea has crawled back
From your hand
Too soon

In fields where Susan sings
The leopard brings
Yesterday
In upon a string

And all your dead rainbows
Begin to stain
The lace on your raincoat

So leave the blind
Roses behind
You

Orpheus takes you by the hand
Leads you into another land
Land without shade
Where trees are made

For you, Teresius
Will try to find
A monument
To the death of eyes

So leave the blind
Roses behind
You

If you knew tomorrow was
Just yesterday
Hiding behind a mask
What would you ask?
What could you ask?

Alpha and Omega laugh
Behind a glass
Sell bootstraps from a bag
Nowhere to hide
The rest is a lie

So leave the blind
Roses behind
You

You have not changed your calendar for a hundred years
You've chosen to swim backwards through an ancient sea of tears
Today is not tomorrow but for you it's yesterday
Your future is your past where you can hide yourself away

Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
Ooh antique doll antique doll

Painting paper doilies through cold and bitter nights
You think you're really turning on when you turn on the lights
Your lover is a pillow from a sailor lost at sea
Who wrote his ship went down with him in 1963

Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
Ooh antique doll antique doll

Your mother seems to wonder if you're living
Each night she makes you breathe upon a mirror
But there is no living without giving as you
Sit and watch your shadow disappear

Sitting on a lily pad of loneliness
Placing lipstick kisses on the wall
Sharing secret idols with your only-ness
Ooh antique doll antique doll

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Old Black Mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old Black Mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Baby's grubbing whiskey
Oh she's practising bass
Old Black Mountain
Mean as they can be
Old Black Mountain
Mean as they can be
They use gunpowder
Just to sweeten the tea
Had a girl in Black Mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in Black Mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
Then she threw me down
Well, old Black Mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Well, Black Mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Jury call him guilty
Judge will grant him bail
Goin' back to Black Mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Goin' back to Black Mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs

Where is Mona?
She's long gone
Where is Mary?
She's taken her along
But they haven't put their mittens on
And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?

Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till I could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It's too quiet in here
And I'm beginning to freeze
I've got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
I'm going mad
This is the worst day
I've ever had
I can't remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where's my nurse
I need some healing
I've been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can't even find
Anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anyone else here who doesn't know?
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!