Sympathy For The Devil - Rolling Stones (lyrics)

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Κι εγώ καληνυχτώ κι όχι απλώς το λέμεεεεεεεεεε αλλά το κάνουμε κιόλας.

Φιλιά πολλά και στους δυο σας.:-)))))))))))))))


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Μπαααααααααααααα... δεν μπερδεύεται αυτή. Πήγε να μας μπλοφάρει αλλά δεν μασήσαμε. Αχχχχ, ωραία περνάμε απόψε στην εξοχή!!!
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reply to btw: Εσύ ό,τι πειιιιιιιιιιιις.............. εσύ ό,τι πειςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςς :)))
Έτσι μπραααααααααάβο! :)))

Out Of Control

I was out in the city
I was out in the rain
I was feeling down hearted
I was drinking again

I was standing by the bridges
Where the dark water flows
I was talking to a stranger
About times long ago

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now

And the girls in the doorway
And the boys in the game
And the drunks and the homeless
They all know me

And the police on the corner
Give a nod and a wave
As they point me
To my final destination

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
Feeling lucky
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now

In the hotel I'm excited
By the smile on her face
But I wondered
How was time
Gonna change her

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was out there
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh I'm out
Oh out of control



reply to btw: Εσύ ό,τι πειιιιιιιιιιιις.............. εσύ ό,τι πειςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςςς :)))
post-btw: EUDRA εσύ, YADRA εγώ, καληνύχτα (οριστικά - να μην σας απασχολούμε, λέμεεε). ;)


Saint of Me


Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah

Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong

I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames
And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold


I said yes, I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate

I said yes
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry

You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me
« Last Edit: 27 Aug, 2006, 01:56:54 by elena petelos »



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Το Out of control πολύ καλά μου καθόταν «απεξανέκαθεν».

Νύχταααααααααααααααααααα


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Το Out of control πολύ καλά μου καθόταν «απεξανέκαθεν».

Νύχταααααααααααααααααααα

:))) Πολύ νωρίς για μένα. ;-)
Kαληνύχτες!



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Άσχετο, αλλά έχετε προσέξει στο Sympathy for the Devil, πόσες φορές είπαν 'Ooh oooh, Ooh oooh...'' τα backround vocals?
Και, φυσικά, don't forget.....


Under My Thumb

Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around

It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb

Ain't it the truth babe?

Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways

It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright

Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world

It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah

It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright

Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else

It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.

Say it's all...
Say it's all...

Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe




MIXED EMOTIONS
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)


Button your lip baby
Button your coat
Let's go out dancing
Go for the throat
Let's bury the hatchet
Wipe out the past
Make love together
Stay on the path
You're not the only one
With mixed emotions
You're not the only ship
Adrift on this ocean
This coming and going
Is driving me nuts
This to-ing and fro-ing
Is hurting my guts
So get off the fence
It's creasing your butt
Life is a party
Let's get out and strut
You're not the only one
That's feeling lonesome
You're not the only one
With mixed emotions
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Let's grab the world
By the scruff of the neck
And drink it down deeply
Let's love it to death
So button your lip
And button your coat
Let's go out dancing
Let's rock 'n' roll
You're not the only one
With mixed emotions
You're not the only ship
Adrift on this ocean
You're not the only one
That's feeling lonesome
You're not the only one
With mixed emotions   




RUBY TUESDAY
(Jagger/Richards)


She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost
There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

« Last Edit: 18 Feb, 2014, 16:37:19 by Ion »


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Άσχετο, αλλά έχετε προσέξει στο Sympathy for the Devil, πόσες φορές είπαν 'Ooh oooh, Ooh oooh...'' τα backround vocals?
Και, φυσικά, don't forget......


:)) α. Ναι, αλλά δεν είναι το μόνο που ρίχνει "oooh(s), ooooh(s)" o Mικ. ¨
β. Καθόλου δεν τα ξεχνάμε, τα φυλάγαμε (:( :))) για κατάλληλη χρήση σε περίπτωση που μας κοντράρει κανένα πιτσιρίκι κι όχι μόνο.
:)))

Kαλό απόγευμα!


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Και, φυσικά, don't forget.....

Under My Thumb

Σας ενοχλούν κι εσάς οι μισογύνικοι στίχοι του Τζάγκερ στο Under my thumb ή να αρχίσω να ανησυχώ ότι στην προηγούμενη ζωή μου ήμουν σουφραζέτα;


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Σας ενοχλούν κι εσάς οι μισογύνικοι στίχοι του Τζάγκερ στο Under my thumb ή να αρχίσω να ανησυχώ ότι στην προηγούμενη ζωή μου ήμουν σουφραζέτα;
Mπα, πλάκα έχει. :))
On his knees το καημένο.





Rock of ages

Mick Jagger tells Simon Hattenstone about the names he got called when he was at school, how he is struggling to put on weight and - of course - being great in bed. Just don't ask him to explain his songs

[...]

Like so many boys who don't want to grow up, Mick Jagger still has his gang around him. The Rolling Stones, 43 years on, have just embarked on another mammoth 18-month world tour, and released their first studio album in eight years.
The Stones might have done little in that time, but it has not been without incident for Jagger. Mr Rock'n'Roll has become Sir Rock'n'Roll, made another solo album, become a film producer, been divorced by Jerry Hall (the mother of four of his seven children), contested a paternity suit from Brazilian model Luciana Morad before embracing his son Lucas, and enjoyed the company of numerous models young enough to be his grandchildren and tall enough to turn him into a wizened old man.

In the late 1960s and early 1970s, the Stones made some of the greatest albums ever: Beggar's Banquet, Sticky Fingers, Let it Bleed, Exile on Main Street. Their blend of hard rock, country, blues, and balladry, of priapic posturing and shocking tenderness, remains unique. But it has been the best part of a quarter of a century since the last decent Stones album. Sure, the band could still tour and clock up record box offices every time, but they were dinosaurs, the Strolling Bones, a circus act, trading off their back catalogue and collective nostalgia. They had no new songs worthy of their name.
Until now. The new album, A Bigger Bang is a pretty good record, and a couple of the songs could become mini-classics. Surprisingly, Jagger, who has spent a lifetime shying away from the personal, has made an album verging on the confessional.

He looks amazing these days. His face is more rock than human - lined with great vertical cracks like so much erosion. At the same time, it is remarkably unchanged - those exaggerated features, the leering sensuality, that pornographic beauty. We meet in a Toronto school where the Stones are busy rehearsing for their tour.

He pours me a glass of wine and talks about the cricket, one of his great loves. As he does so I can't help staring at his body. He is so skinny. His waist is tiny. There is something miraculous about it - a testament to his drive, his obsessive workouts, his ego. We could be back in 1964, him singing The Last Time on Ready Steady Go, jiggling hips and lips, louche and provocative in a way no Englishman had been before.

But there is also something Dorian Gray about the waist. Jagger is still vain enough to wear the tight, too-short T-shirt that shows off a tummy a teenage anorexic would be proud of. Over it he wears an open shirt. On the side of a sofa is a hat, a white straw boater. Another persona. When not playing the legendary sex thimble or ageing roué, he enjoys approximating the English aristocrat. Bill Wyman, the former Stones bass player, once called him "a nice bunch of blokes". Over the years, Keith Richards has called him plenty worse: selfish, greedy, mean, shallow and, just recently (and apparently much to Jagger's annoyance), modestly endowed. They are a temperamental odd couple, loving, catfighting, forever on the brink of divorce, but destined to see it through to the bitter end.

I ask Jagger if he thought he and Richards would be able to write together again after all the bad blood. "Yeah, absolutely," he says. "It's all about having the songs." In the main, Jagger and Richards wrote the new songs separately and came together to refine them. Because Charlie Watts (the only other original band member) was recovering from cancer, it meant that for the first couple of weeks of recording, the Stones were reduced to Jagger and Richards. "Keith played the bass, I played the keyboards and bass and drums. So we had a lot of fun just being two people in a band. I think that added to the feeling of togetherness of it all. And we knew the songs pretty much inside out before Charlie got there." The Stones are a four-piece these days, but Jagger doesn't even mention Ronnie Wood, whom he seems to regard as a hired hand.

"The actual creative process was enjoyable, and creative processes aren't always enjoyable." Blimey, you can say that again, I say, encouraging him to tell his myriad wild stories. Silence. After all, plenty of your creative processes have sounded hellish, I continue. Silence. Like in the 1980s, I cajole. What I want to say is: "Like in the 1980s when, so the rumour goes, Keith wanted to kill you and Charlie almost did" - but I can't. There is something controlling about Jagger, something quietly intimidating. He is polite and friendly, he laughs and joshes, but I am also aware of how aware he is that this is business. "Ah, the 1980s," he says, as if struggling to remember. "Yeah, it wasn't very good, the 80s, in some ways . . . the end of the 80s was hugely successful, though."

So how's he getting on with Richards these days? "We seem to be getting on pretty good. For the past year anyway. Keith and I get on a lot of the time very, very well. Of course, we don't agree all the time. I don't agree with Charlie all the time." Indeed, he doesn't. There was the time when, according to Watts, Jagger called him in the middle of the night, said "Where's my drummer then?" and told him he was ready to record. Watts got out of bed, dressed himself - immaculate as ever, suit, tie, ironed shirt - walked downstairs to meet Jagger, pulled back his arm, swung his fist, and laid him out. "Don't you ever call me your drummer," he said. "You are my singer." I'm waiting for these great stories, but they don't come. Jagger is a rock'n'roll diplomat, an anecdote-free zone.

Why has it been seven years since the last studio album? His answer provides a fascinating insight into Rolling Stones Ltd. Whereas other bands tour to promote an album, he explains that they make an album to promote a tour. At the time of their last tour, they were advised to bring out another compilation album because it would make more money. "Everyone thought it would sell a lot of records and we were going, fuck, yeah, we might as well."

I tell him that what I like about this album, what makes it different, is that it's so personal. I expect him to say that is rubbish, that I'm reading all sorts of things into them that weren't intended. But he doesn't. "Yeah, it is personal, a lot of it. . ." He quickly covers his tracks. "Of course, there's a lot of comedy in it as well. I tried to make the rock songs quite comedic."

Look, I say, if you strip away a few songs, you've basically got the story of your life. The album could easily be turned into Jagger: the Musical. The album is about an older man looking back on his libidinous life and totting up the cost as he is left alone. He's right, there is plenty of humour, and the album is all the more personal for it. In songs such as Oh No Not You Again, and She Saw Me Coming, just as he's about to put his life in order, he glimpses another chick and is off on the chase again. He portrays himself as a victim of temptresses rather than a man who fails to take responsibility for his actions.

At the core of the album, though, is an overwhelming and specific melancholy. In The Biggest Mistake, he sings: "Acted unkind, took her for granted, played with her mind, she didn't deserve it, I left it too late, I walked out the door and left her to her fate." In the most self-lacerating and despairing song, Laugh, I Nearly Died, Jagger heaves with existential nausea. "I've been wandering, feeling all alone, I lost my direction, and I lost my home. I'm so sick and tired, now I'm on the slide. Feel so despised. When you laugh - laugh? - I almost died." It fades out to a desperate chorus, calling for guidance.

This seems much more your album than Keith's, I say. "It wouldn't be kind or politic of me to say," he answers, which seems to be pretty close to an affirmative. I go through the lyrics with Jagger and present my case like a second-rate barrister. See, I say, isn't this the story of your life?

"The whole palle-tte," he says in that slightly mocking way, fellating each syllable as he goes. I'm not sure whether he is mocking me or himself. I'm not sure that he knows. He may do maudlin on the album, but he's not about to do it in person. "Yes," he says, "hopefully there's a lot of humour and not too much pathos, not too much self-pitying."

But there is plenty of regret here? He nods. "There is a lot of regret," he says. But he seems put out that people might want it contextualised in terms of his life. "I was talking to the guy from the LA Times yesterday and he was just banging on about Biggest Mistake and I was becoming very embarrassed about it, very English. He was saying it's a very personal thing, and I felt like saying, yeah, but at the end . . ." He becomes incoherent as he attempts to explain the relationship between his songs and life. "I mean, yes - [he snaps the word] - it is very personal. Erm. Why? Not all of it is, but there are songs that are very personal. I pointed this out to the guy: I said, if you're going to start doing this analysis, you've got to let me do the analysis as well."

Do it, I say - nothing would please me more. He mutters something about the writer never doing a good analysis of his own work.

I still can't take my eyes off his waist. "What size waist have you got?" I blurt out. "It's tiny."

"Twenty-eight," he says. "I'm trying to put weight on drinking Guinness. What's your waist?"

"Thirty-two," I say, giving myself the benefit of considerable doubt.

"That's not so different," he says.

"Four inches is massive."

"What's four inches between friends?" He laughs, deep and dirty. He's happier swapping double-entendres than emotional truths.

How much do you weigh?

"Ten stone. I'm trying to put on weight."

Really?

"Yes, I'm trying to put on two pounds. That's my ambition."

What does he eat? "Everything. But I really am trying to put on two more pounds," he repeats. "But I've been doing so much working out, and all that dancing."

Jagger grew up in suburban south London. He studied at the LSE before becoming a rock star. His father, Joe, was a PE teacher turned college lecturer, his mother, Eva, a housewife. His father is now 93, and is still a huge influence on his life. Jagger says he taught him how to apply himself, and how to distribute his energies best.

Is his dad like him? "No. He worked a lot harder than I do. But I think people did in those days. I don't think they got time off." He seems hazy on the details of normal working life.

I ask him what his knighthood means to him. "Not much. My father was very proud. I felt very good for him." But I'm sure it pleased Jagger just as much as his dad. These days, he is seen at the polo and the cricket, mingling with society friends.

How come he is the only Stone with a knighthood? "Yes. They - should - all - have - one." He answers as if by rote, like a sarcastic schoolboy. "Wouldn't that be lov-ely?"

Did he ever consider himself to be a rebel, or was he just selling an image to the public? He thinks hard before answering. Yes, of course, he was a well-brought-up boy; yes, he was slumming it for our benefit; but at the same time he really was kicking against the pricks. "Before we got famous, we were rebellious on our own minor level because we were very frustrated because we were playing all this blues music and nobody wanted it. So we went fuck you and your fucking old jazz, because it was a terrible music scene with all these old farts playing clarinets. . . The record companies were ghastly Dickensian organisations. Nobody knew what they were doing. And they didn't want to pay you, so we were very rebellious against that, and the rest of it just came naturally after that. So it wasn't such a leap into doing it on camera, so to speak."

The Stones were certainly exploited early on. It has often been said that this accounts for Jagger's later financial acumen (or meanness, depending on your perspective). The tales of parsimony are legion. Bianca Jagger claimed that they lived out of a suitcase to avoid paying income tax; when Jerry Hall demanded a £30m divorce settlement, he argued that their marriage was invalid as they had failed to lodge the required documents and eventually agreed to pay her £7m out of his estimated £190m fortune. He made the Stones pull out of dates in England on their last tour because the tax laws had changed to their disadvantage. Jagger has never been a popular man or easy to like. But to expect him to be so would be perverse; his appeal was always his arrogance, his carnality, his apparent cruelty. For a while, in the 1960s, he even projected himself as a contemporary Satan.

When I was growing up I felt a bond with Mick Jagger. I didn't have his money or his talent or his looks, but I did have big lips. I was ridiculed at school, but when I came home I was happy to do my Jagger impressions in the bedroom mirror. Did he have the piss taken out of his lips? "Yeah of course."

What did they call him at school? "Many things. Heheh."

Go on, you can be politically incorrect with me, I say. "Well, no, I'm not gonna be. No, they used to call me the n-word . . . My father used to apologise to me for giving them to me. I'd inherited them from his side of the family." I tell him his lips don't look as thick as they used to, and ask if they are receding. "That's what happens to you when you get older. My son has a very big mouth, too."

It's funny how so many people try to thicken their lips these days, I say. "Yeah! With collagen!" he laughs triumphantly.

I return to the album, quoting more of his lyrics back at him. On the single Streets of Love, he sings: "The awful truth is awful sad, I must admit I was awful bad." Is this his mea culpa, his grand apology to all the women he's screwed over? "Nooooah! Haha!"

But plenty of women have said that as a lover and a husband, he left a lot to be desired. My question comes out wrong - I mean that he has not been the most stalwart partner, not that he is a poor lover (though Marianne Faithfull always insisted that Richards was better in bed). His response is instant - petulant and hurt. "Yeah, I've had others say how greeeeaaaat I was, don't forget."

He seems to be getting impatient. He tells me of a journalist who visited him the other day and blurted out: "So tell me, how many times have you been in love?" He makes it sound like the maddest question in the world. But there is a reason he was asked it: a while ago, he was asked a similar question, and he replied, "I've never been deeply, madly in love. I'm just not an emotional person." It seemed a desperately sad answer.

You know what I think people will ask when they hear the album, I say. "Yeah?" he says with a rush of enthusiasm.

Is the album your way of asking Jerry to get back with you?"

He looks shocked.

"Ah well, that's not the message intended," he says tersely.

Does he think he's going to have to go around telling people that things are not really so bad, he's not that lonely, he's doing OK? He looks worried. "Well, you're the first person that's talked to me about it. Everyone else has talked about guitar parts and things . . . You want people to have empathy - not with you, but you want them to resonate, and think, 'That could be me.' Like if you go and watch a movie, you put yourself in the position of the hero. So, as a writer, you don't want them to think about you, they're supposed to be thinking about themselves."

Often the two go together, I say. "Yeah," he concedes reluctantly.

The press officer walks in to announce there are only five minutes left. Jagger looks relieved. "It's getting a bit Woman's Own," he says to her.

Is he surprised that the Stones are still a working band? "Yeah, kind of, but I've got used to it." It is amazing that so many of you have survived to tell the tale, I say. "A-ma-zing!" he says in his mocking schoolboy voice.

Which of the dead rockers does he miss most?

"I think John Lennon I miss the most. I was pretty friendly with him. He was talented and funny, and acerbic and to the point. Yeah, I miss him most."

I ask him what he feels when he looks at footage of his younger self. Was he really as cocky . . .

". . . as it looks?" He grins. "Yes."

Did he not have any doubts? "No," he says. "You have a lot of self-doubt when you're in your teens, then it sort of goes away."

And what about now? Is he as sure of himself today as he was back then? "Pretty much so. . ." he says before trailing off.




http://arts.guardian.co.uk/fridayreview/story/0,,1565171,00.html#article_continue


Both bits of Dorian Grey in one body ... Mick Jagger. Photograph: Steven Klein
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Μμμμ....if you ask me, θα με ενοχλούσαν όχι μόνο οι μισογύνικοι στίχοι, αλλά και το στυλάκι ''I'm too sexy for my....''(you name it), η εμμονή με διάφορες ουσίες τύπου brown sugar και όχι μόνο, κτλ. Αλλά με τους Rolling Stones, λόγω της μουσικής που δημιουργούσαν, καταφέρνω και το αντιπαρέρχομαι, αποδίδοντάς το στη γενικότερη ψυχοπαθολογία του εκάστοτε καλλιτέχνη. What can I say? I love their music!

Καλησπέρες.....


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Rolling Stones - 2000 Light Years from Home

Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home

Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home

It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home

Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran, safe on the green desert sand
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home

Από το Their Satanic Majesties Request, (1967).

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... Κι όποιος μου βρει μια τελείως φευγάτη οργανική διασκευή του 2000 light years from home (με σιτάρ παρακαλώ!) θα έχει την αιώνια ευγνωμοσύνη μου (τουλάχιστον).


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Μπορείς να γίνεις λίγο πιο specific?? Οι μόνοι που μου έρχονται στο μυαλό είναι οι Βrian Jonestown Massacre, αλλά δεν ήταν με σιτάρ η διασκευή.
Τι μπορείς να περιμένεις από μια μέρα που ξεκινάει με το πρωί της Δευτέρας;


stathis

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Μόνο μία φορά έχω ακούσει την εκτέλεση αυτή, πριν από πάρα πολλά χρόνια στο ραδιόφωνο. (Άσε που υπάρχει μια πολύ μικρή περίπτωση να μην ήταν διασκευή αυτού του κομματιού, αλλά άλλου των Rolling Stones.)
Αργότερα, κάπου πήρε το μάτι μου μια αναφορά σε ένα άλμπουμ όπου διάφοροι τύποι διασκευάζουν ροκ κομμάτια σε ινδικό στυλ. Πιθανόν εκεί να περιέχεται και αυτό που ψάχνω. Πάντως μια αναζήτηση στο Allmusic.com για τις διάφορες εκτελέσεις του 2000 light years from home δεν απέδωσε καρπούς.
Δεν πειράζει, ας μην τα ανακαλύψουμε και όλα...


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Μπα, από περιέργεια ρώτησα κι εγώ γιατί θυμόμουν ότι είχα σε μια κασέτα (πω, πω είχα και κασέτες κάποτε!) αυτή τη διασκευή από τους Brian.

Η πολλή γνώση (κι ανακάλυψη) κάνει το μυαλό σκορδοστούμπι
Τι μπορείς να περιμένεις από μια μέρα που ξεκινάει με το πρωί της Δευτέρας;


 

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