Είναι μερικά τραγούδια που αγγίζουν άλλες χορδές... που μιλούν σε τόσα πολλά επίπεδα που το μόνο που μένει είναι να τ'ακούσεις.. ό,τι κι αν πεις ό,τι κι αν γράψεις γι'αυτά είναι λίγo..
Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Lyrics from www.elyrics.net
People are strange- The Doors
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
καλημέρααααααα!
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήαγαπημένα τραγούδια.. πολύ αγαπημένα! :)
λίγο μελαγχολικά για πρωινό ξύπνημα αλλά έχω κάνει και χειρότερα!!
πολλά φιλακια
vanilla μου καλημέρα!!
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήλίγο μελαγχολικά αλλά κι η μελαγχολία μες τη ζωή μας είναι ;)
πολλά φιλάκια!
αγαπημένα και τα δύο... :-)
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήΜου άρεσε που τα έβαλες μαζί σε ποστ.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήΣτο πρώτο, κάποιος παρατηρεί τους lonely people γύρω του και αναρωτιέται γιατί να συμβαίνει αυτό και στο δεύτερο, κάποιος φαίνεται να μιλάει από προσωπική εμπειρία για το πώς σε αντιμετωπίζει ο κόσμος όταν είσαι... well... strange.
Συνδέονται μεταξύ τους...
Σαν να είναι σελίδες από το ίδιο βιβλίο.
Φιλιά, Daisy μου.
Μου αρέσουν πολύ και τα δύο! Λατρεύω Τζιμ :)
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήΤο πρώτο είναι πολύ τρομακτικό σαν σκέψη... να πεθαίνει κάποιος και να μην πάει ούτε ένας στην κηδεία...
Φιλιά, καλό βράδυ!
Dooors!
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήλατρεμένο το συγκεκριμένο.
το ακούμε με τον πατέρα μου όποτε ταξιδεύουμε μαζί.
φιλί μεγάλο
λες να πω ότι δεν μου αρέσουν; έτσι βρε για να κάνω αντίδραση!
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήφιλιά καλό βράδυ
Ουφ! :)
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήLilith μου νομίζω συνδυάζονται τέλεια.
Φιλάκια!!
Dorothy ο Jimmy είναι ιδέα... :)
Τρομακτικό να μην πάει κανείς στην κηδεία; Δεν το βλέπω έτσι αφού ούτε ο 'ενδιαφερόμενος' είναι εκεί... :))
Φιλιά!
Free Spirit ακούει κι ο πατέρας σου Doors? Ωραία!
Φιλιά!!
ΦΟΥΛΗ μπα δε σ'αρέσουν το ξέρω! :)
Φιλάκια!