I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be my baby...

She's taking her time making up the reasons

To justify all the hurt inside

Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes

Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one

They're saying

Mama never loved her much

And daddy never keeps in touch

That's why she shies away from human affection

But somewhere in a private place

She packs her bags for outer space

And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot

To come (and she'll say to him)

She's saying

I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where we belong

So would you be my baby

Ooh-ooh

She can't remember a time

When she felt needed

If love was red then she was colour-blind

All her friends they've been tried for treason

And crimes that were never defined

She's saying

Love is like a barren place

And reaching out for human faith is

Is like a journey I just don't have a map for

So baby gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive

Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars

(What a pleasant dream) just saying

I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where we belong

So would you be my baby

Ooh-ooh

Mamma never loved her much

And daddy never keeps in touch

That's why she shies away from human affection

But somewhere in a private place

She packs her bags for outer space

And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot

To come (and she'll say to him)

She's saying

I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where we belong

So would you be my baby

Ooh-ooh

I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where we belong

So would you be my baby yeah...

Ooh-ooh

The Summer is over... σίγουρα πιά...

Τωρα πια, πιστευω οτι δεν υπαρχει περιπτωση, να κανει κανεναν καυσωνα... Το καλοκαιρι περασε οριστικα...

Επειδη ομως, δεν ειμαι απο αυτους που προτιμουν τον χειμωνα, αρχισα ηδη να νοσταλγω το καλοκαιρακι...

Γι'αυτο βρηκα ενα βιντεακι, που φερνει στο μυαλο καλοκαιρακι, νησια... Ελλαδα γενικως... Με ολα τα παρελκομενα: Συρτακι... Σπασμενα πιατα... Μπουζουκι...

Απολαυστε το... !!!

Οι... DUST... και η... DUSTY...

Ας μου πει καποιος, οτι ο συνειρμος που εκανα ειναι φυσιολογικος, γιατι αρχιζω και σκεφτομαι, οτι η επιλογη του nickname και του ονοματος του blog δεν εγιναν για πλακιτσα, οπως πιστευα, αλλα μετα απο πολλη περισκεψη και κριση αυτογνωσιας...

Απο το προηγουμενο post, λοιπον, το μυαλο μου (ξερω... ξερω... το ποιο;) πηγε απο τους Dust, στην Dusty (Springfield), και αφου το Καλοκαιρι εχει πια - τυποις - τελειωσει, ειπα να φτιαξω ενα post, με ενα βιντεακι απο το εκπληκτικο τραγουδι της : "The Summer Is Over".

Οσο κι αν εψαξα ομως, δεν βρηκα βιντεακι με το τραγουδι αυτο, οποτε αυτο που θα δειτε παρακατω ειναι, απο το εξ ισου υπεροχο τραγουδι της : "Spooky".

Ααχ...! Δεν ξερω πια τι να κανω με την παρτη μου... I just don't know what to do with myself... οπως τραγουδουσε και η Dusty...