Εντάξει, είναι πάρα πολύ βαρύ, αλλά αυτήν τη στιγμή είμαι σίγουρος πως, αν η παρούσα σελίδα είχε ένα soundtrack, αυτό θα ήταν το τραγούδι Slaapliedje των Legendary Pink Dots.
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Prin para polla xronia, eixa xrisimopoiisei to onoma aytou tou group gia na dikaiologiso sti mitera mou tin ksafniki viasyni mou na pao stin A8ina etsi, sto ksekarfoto, gia synaylia kai kala. Ena toso dyskolo onoma, kai malista ar8romeno deontos grigora oste na ksexastei me ti mia, den eprokeito na to sygkratisei me tipota. Kai ara to psemma den 8a apokalyptontan pote. Opos ki egine. Ta paidia paizei. Hr8a stin A8ina kai, nomizo, itan i mera pou ekanes ekeino to perifimo party, stin odo Neofronos. Oi L.P.D. mou xarisan mia apo tis pio entones nyxtes-anamniseis pou exo apo keina ta xronia. Xoris kan na symmetexoun. 'H mipos symmeteixan? ;-)
Capsule was diving, the temperature rising. Was hardly surprising his tears turned to steam in the blink of an eye. Just the hint of a cry. Baby knew he was dying - he knew he had failed. And the mountainside opened - a moment to pray for all the souls he'd come to save. Now he couldn't save himself. That's the way the world goes round. It spins so fast. It made him giddy - sucking all the power from the Silver Man. Clouds formed a halo, the sky turned to day-glo in red and in yellow. The smoke spread for miles. They stood back and waited then moved armour plated - a night and a day cutting Silver Man free! But guns were sheathed, he'd long stopped breathing. They carried him away. (No-one saw the priest scamper through the darkness, clutching at a package, wading through the wreckage. Scatter. Scattered flowers for the Silver Man.) Scientists raised hell and smashed all their razors. Tried chainsaws, tried lasers - could not leave a mark! Then sweat on the hotlines, `If Silver Man's hostile, point all of your missiles up in the sky!' And eyes watched for armies on lonely horizons and down in crowded cities..... A multi-coloured, multi lingual vigil through the day and through the night. Suffer. Suffered hours for the silver men! Down in the garden, hands clutching a garland, the Silver Man's solemn but he's trying to smile. Aware of his failure, the world still in danger.....He takes comfort from angels. They tell him `You tried! ` But Silver Man knows there's no hope anymore. The sky is getting darker, it promises a shower. Showers for the Silver Man! Promnezh Nivarrh!
-Trobetta: καθώς προχωράει ο χειμώνας, οι θρυλικές ροζ στιγμές παρουσιάζουν αυξανόμενη συναυλιακή έξαρση στην ίδια προστατευόμενη περιοχή, και άρα ίσως θα έπρεπε να σκεφτείς σοβαρά το ενδεχόμενο ενός ακόμη party. Λοιπόνγκ;
-GeishaMermaid: I am looking for a permanent dance partner who can also join me in long tea sessions with my very close friends, The Golden Girls. And I wonder: Could it be you?
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Prin para polla xronia, eixa xrisimopoiisei to onoma aytou tou group gia na dikaiologiso sti mitera mou tin ksafniki viasyni mou na pao stin A8ina etsi, sto ksekarfoto, gia synaylia kai kala.
Ena toso dyskolo onoma, kai malista ar8romeno deontos grigora oste na ksexastei me ti mia, den eprokeito na to sygkratisei me tipota. Kai ara to psemma den 8a apokalyptontan pote. Opos ki egine. Ta paidia paizei.
Hr8a stin A8ina kai, nomizo, itan i mera pou ekanes ekeino to perifimo party, stin odo Neofronos.
Oi L.P.D. mou xarisan mia apo tis pio entones nyxtes-anamniseis pou exo apo keina ta xronia. Xoris kan na symmetexoun.
'H mipos symmeteixan? ;-)
Capsule was diving, the temperature rising. Was hardly
surprising his tears turned to steam in the blink of an eye.
Just the hint of a cry. Baby knew he was dying - he knew he had
failed. And the mountainside opened - a moment to pray for all
the souls he'd come to save. Now he couldn't save himself.
That's the way the world goes round. It spins so fast. It made
him giddy - sucking all the power from the Silver Man.
Clouds formed a halo, the sky turned to day-glo in red and
in yellow. The smoke spread for miles. They stood back and
waited then moved armour plated - a night and a day cutting
Silver Man free! But guns were sheathed, he'd long stopped
breathing. They carried him away. (No-one saw the priest
scamper through the darkness, clutching at a package, wading
through the wreckage. Scatter. Scattered flowers for the Silver Man.)
Scientists raised hell and smashed all their razors.
Tried chainsaws, tried lasers - could not leave a mark!
Then sweat on the hotlines, `If Silver Man's hostile,
point all of your missiles up in the sky!' And eyes watched
for armies on lonely horizons and down in crowded cities.....
A multi-coloured, multi lingual vigil through the day and
through the night. Suffer. Suffered hours for the silver men!
Down in the garden, hands clutching a garland, the Silver Man's
solemn but he's trying to smile. Aware of his failure, the world
still in danger.....He takes comfort from angels. They tell him
`You tried! ` But Silver Man knows there's no hope anymore.
The sky is getting darker, it promises a shower. Showers for the
Silver Man! Promnezh Nivarrh!
-Trobetta: καθώς προχωράει ο χειμώνας, οι θρυλικές ροζ στιγμές παρουσιάζουν αυξανόμενη συναυλιακή έξαρση στην ίδια προστατευόμενη περιοχή, και άρα ίσως θα έπρεπε να σκεφτείς σοβαρά το ενδεχόμενο ενός ακόμη party. Λοιπόνγκ;
-GeishaMermaid: I am looking for a permanent dance partner who can also join me in long tea sessions with my very close friends, The Golden Girls. And I wonder: Could it be you?
Apo tis 22.12 mexri tis 02.01, to the cinemas near you.
Exei metamesonyktia provoli?
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