28.9.07

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

16.9.07

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... !!!

7.9.07

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...