Saturday, January 15, 2005

Empyrium: The Sad Song of The Wind


Thursday, January 13, 2005

Parapono (Complaint) - Xenitia (Exile)


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Reamonn (Live): She's So Sexual




Lyrics:



Have you ever seen her

standing in the bedroom

looking like she wants to

wants to please

Did you ever think that

you were in the wrong room

Streching cross the dark side

to Ectasy



She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual



Do you think she sees you

spying throuh her window

Do you think she likes it

or is she aware

Standing in the bedroom

watching her undresing

do you think she likes it

her personal voyeur



She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual



She could make you happy

She could make you smile

She could make you happy

She would blow your mind



She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual

She's so sexual

Saturday, January 8, 2005

Eleftheria Arvanitaki: Dinata



Friday, January 7, 2005

Leonard Cohen: A Thousand Kisses Deep





Lyrics:



The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.

You win a while, and then it’s done –

Your little winning streak.

And summoned now to deal

With your invincible defeat,

You live your life as if it’s real,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

You lose your grip, and then you slip

Into the Masterpiece.

And maybe I had miles to drive,

And promises to keep:

You ditch it all to stay alive,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



Confined to sex, we pressed against

The limits of the sea:

I saw there were no oceans left

For scavengers like me.

I made it to the forward deck.

I blessed our remnant fleet –

And then consented to be wrecked,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts

That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,

The file on you complete,

Except what we forgot to do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat . . .

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