next stop 2011

Last day for 2010

the end is the beginning

A new sun is rising!!! 

Happy 2011 for all of us

Inner City Blues

Rockets, moon shots

Spend it on the have nots

Money, we make it

Fore we see it you take it

Oh, make you wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

This ain't livin', This ain't livin'

No, no baby, this ain't livin'

Inflation no chance

To increase finance

Bills pile up sky high

Send that boy off to die

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Make me wanna holler

The way they do my life

Hang ups, let downs

Bad breaks, set backs

Natural fact is

I can't pay my taxes

Oh, make me wanna holler

And throw up both my hands

Yea, it makes me wanna holler

And throw up both my hands

Crime is increasing

Trigger happy policing

Panic is spreading

God know where we're heading

Oh, make me wanna holler

They don't understand

Marvin Gaye

Gravity

Gravity on me,

Never let me down,

Gently

Gravity, with me

Gravity, never let,

Let me down...

I don't pull me down,

I don't pull me down,on me

Never let me go, No, No, gravity

Gorillaz

Living daylights

Comes the morning and the headlights fade away

Hundred thousand changes

everything is the same.

I've been waiting long for one of us to say:

Save the darkness

let it never fade away -

In the living daylights

living daylights.

Living daylights

- set your hopes up way too high -

Living daylights

- living in the way we die -

A-ha

The ice girl

You were looking for someone to keep you warm

You found me

You were looking for someone to dry your tears

You found me

You were looking for someone to not be alone

You found me

But I'm the ice girl freezing you

I am the ice girl

I'm the ice girl freezing you

The ice girl

I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone

But now I'm gone

Emilie Simon

The nightmare before Xmas

What’s this? What’s this? There’s colour everywhere.

What’s this? There’s white things in the air.

What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes, I must be dreaming,

Wake up Jack, this isn’t fair.

What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this? There’s something very wrong.

What’s this? There’s people singing songs.

What’s this? The streets are lined with little creatures,

Everybody seems so happy

Have I possibly gone daffy?

What is this?

  

What’s this?

There’s children throwing snowballs, instead of throwing heads

They’re busy building toys and absolutely no one’s dead.

There’s frost on every window

Oh, I can’t believe my eyes!

And in my bones I feel the warmth that’s coming from inside

Oh, look! What’s this? They’re hanging mistletoe

They kiss? Why that looks so unique.

Inspired! They’re gathering around to hear a story

Roasting chestnuts on a fire.

What’s this?

What’s this, in here? They’ve got a little tree.

How queer. And who would ever think?

And why? They’re covering it with tiny little things,

They’ve got electric lights on strings

And there’s a smile on everyone, so now correct me if I’m wrong

This looks like fun, this looks like fun!

Oh, could it be I got my wish?

What’s this?

Oh, my. What now? The children are asleep

But look. There’s nothing underneath.

No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them or ensnare them

Only little cozy things secure inside their dreamland…

Aaah…

What’s this?!

The monsters are all missing and the nightmares can’t be found

And in their place there seems to be good feeling all around.

Instead of scream I swear I can hear music in the air,

The smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere.

The sights! The sounds! They’re everywhere and all around

I’ve never felt so good before,

this empty place inside of me is filling up, I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my own.

I’ve got to know, I’ve got to know, what is this place that I have found.

WHAT IS THIS?

…Christmas town..? Hmmmm…

Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red door and it has been painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun

My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

Black as night, black as coal

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Rolling Stones

Xmas Insomnia

When the light above my head went bam!

I can't sleep, something's all over me,

Greasy, insomnia please release me,

And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,

Tearing off tights with my teeth.

But there's no relief,

I'm wide awake in my kitchen,

It's black and I'm lonely,

Oh, if I could only get some sleep,

Creaky noises make my skin creep,

I need to get some sleep,

I can't get no sleep....

Faithless 

Coming Up

What's the point of waiting

For life to come

I could go further

And no one's surprïsed

Your plans collapse, run off or fall apart...

Apparat

When my baby comes

Thank God we don't get all our hurts at once

That would be a really bad thing

Thank God we don't get all our olds at one time

--Listen to me talking in my hospital gown!--

Best thing about this place are the showers

Worst thing is the visiting hours

--Hey, careful of the carpet!--

Just how long you gonna be, my baby?

Until you come?

She got hands as white as milk

And weaves a web of spider's silk that glistens

When my baby comes

There is an ancient question behind her eyes

That I can't even begin to describe

When my baby comes

Is there anyone out there wasted their lives?

On booze drugs husbands wives and making money?

When my baby comes

Just how long you gonna be, my baby?

Until you come?

Grinderman

Hearts A Mess

Pick apart

The pieces of your heart

And let me peer inside

Let me in

Where only your thoughts have been

Let me occupy your mind

As you do mine

You have lost - Too much love

To fear, doubt and distrust - It’s not enough

You just threw away the key - To your heart

You don’t get burned - ’Cause nothing gets through

It makes it easier - Easier on you

But that much more difficult for me

To make you see…

Your heart’s a mess

You won’t admit to it

It makes no sense

But I’m desperate to connect

And you, you can’t live like this

Gotye

(this Is Not A) Love Song

I was In A Forest last Friday Night, Saturday Morning

I heard the Guns Of Brixton and I Just Couldn't Get Enough

I thought you were Psyche and I wanted to give some Teenage Kicks because I was Too Drunk To Fuck

But I don't want to hurt u.Marian.

I Melt With You, while Making Plans For Nigel

I mean....In A Manner Of Speaking

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Nouvelle Vague

This Must be the Place

  

I got plenty of time

You got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money

Always for love

Cover up and say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home - she lifted up her wings

Guess that this must be the place

I can't tell one from another

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time Before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be

We drift in and out

Sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I'm just an animal looking for a home

Share the same space for a minute or two

Talking Heads

Girls and Women

Here she comes, you better watch your step

She's going to break your heart in two, it's true

It's not hard to realize

Just look into her false colored eyes

She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

You're written in her book

You're number 37, have a look

She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown

Little boy, she's from the street

Before you start, you're already beat

She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows 

She's a femme fatale

The things she does to please 

She's a femme fatale

She's just a little tease 

She's a femme fatale

See the way she walks

Hear the way she talks

nico & velvet underground

On returning

On returning,

I can't believe this world is still turning,

The pressure's on,

Because the pleasure hasn't gone

And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done

And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone

On competing, Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?,

It's all a game,

Existence is only a game

And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done

And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone

I'm, Slipping below the water line, 

I'm, Slipping below the water line

Reach for my hand, 

And, 

And the race is won

Reject my hand, And, The damage is done

I'm, Slipping below the water line

I'm, Slipping below the water line

The woman of my dreams, She, She never came along

The woman of my dreams, Well, There never was one

And I'm, 

Not sorry for, 

For the things I've said

There's a wild man in my head, 

There's a wild man in my head 

Morrissey

Frail

 Broke a glass

As you walked through the door

Water fell right onto your face

You go off again

On about the same same thing

Sorry then

I'm not really though

Frail

You're so frail

Oh you're so frail

People Press Play

Should S.Myles say Sorry?

Breeder gallery presents ELBABLE,

Scottish artist Scott Myles' second solo exhibition within the gallery. Myles will present a new body of work across two floors of The Breeder.

Myles regularly explores language within his works. ELBABLE is reminiscent of the palindrome "able was I ere I saw elba" attributed to Napoleon who purportedly uttered the works on first sighting the Italian island where he was imprisoned. 

The palindrome usefully underscores the split meaning and doubling that occurs in much of Myles' practice.

Scott Myles was born in Dundee, Scotland in 1975. He lives and works in Glasgow.

[source: the Breeder Gallery]

-- I always enjoy to visit the Breeder gallery...but I can't say the same for that expedition too.

  

EXHIBITION DATES: 18 NOVEMBER 2010 - 8 JANUARY 2011

OPENING HOURS: TUESDAY TO SATURDAY 12-6 pm

Breath

OmIcrOn 2 presents Beckett

Breath

A piece of Monologue

Rockaby

Come and Go

Cascando

Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde writer, dramatist and poet, writing in English and French. Beckett's work offers a bleak outlook on human culture and both formally and philosophically became increasingly minimalist in his later career.

As a student, assistant, and friend of James Joyce, Beckett is considered one of the last modernists; as an inspiration to many later writers, he is sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists. He is also considered one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called "Theatre of the Absurd". 

As such, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.

Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation".

[source: wikipedia]

Dates: 10, 11, 12 & 17, 18, 19 Δεκεμβρίου 2010

Ίδρυμα Μιχάλης Κακογιάννης

Nektar & Ambrosia

Estamos salvos e estamos vivos

Agora não temos mais nada a perder

Nós nos tornamos imortais

Nós temos o alimento dos deuses

O alto das montanhas não tem mais segredo para a gente

Descalços caminhamos sobre o fogo

Podem até rir na nossa cara

Nós temos o alimento dos deuses

-Translation-

We are saved and we are living

Now we have nothing to lose

We become immortal

We have the food of the Gods

The high mountains have no more secrets for us

Walked barefoot over fire

They may even laugh in our faces

We have the food of the Gods

A Reminiscent Drive

Everything In Its Right Place

  

Everything, everything, everything, everything

In its right place

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything, everything, everything

In its right place

Right place

There are two colors in my head

What, what is that you try to say?

What, what was that you tried to say?

Everything

Radiohead

More than this

I could feel at the time

There was no way of knowing

Fallen leaves in the night

Who can say where they're blowing

As free as the wind

And hopefully learning

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing

It was fun for a while

There was no way of knowing

Like dream in the night

Who can say where we're going

No care in the world

Maybe I'm learning

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning

More than this - there is nothing

Bryan Ferry

Positively Inclined

A State of Mind

Funky with the rhymes and positively inclined

One of a kind sit back and recline

Development arresting, enveloped in the session,

Keep it mellow no aggression, making it fresh like

a tribe called quest

Cause we dwelling on this section, and if you

swellheaded and stressing,

Leave those fellers in recession

Yeah that's right, A State of Mind,

Funky with the rhymes and positively inclined

Wax Tailor

Porcupine Jacket

 There ain't no sense complaining

on what you can't change,

cause the things you think you outta,

probably best left the same

Well no not me I never worry,

see cause me I never tried,

and I never cared to hold onto,

what I just couldn't kiss goodbye,

Well I got this boat load of trouble,

I'm gonna shove it off to sea,

sometimes you know it gets so heavy,

that I just cant move my feet

Well I caught you lookin',

long and hard at me,

well mister would you mind to tell me,

exactly what you see...

Tramps & Thieves

a-live

These New Puritans@Plisskën Fest

kLIMEK@Goethe Inst.

Chew Lips@Plisskën Fest

Wax Tailor@Kyttaro

These New Puritans@Plisskën Fest

Gold chair

  

 I'm not asking you stay forever

A few numbers on a dial

Long enough to see the sun down

Long enough to slow it down

Take hold of your pain

Let it fly

There's no shame

Stand still

This time

Close the door

For a moment you are mine

Morcheeba

Set to fall in

I'm looking for you in the woods tonight,

I'm looking

Looking for you in my flashlight,

I'm searching

From in the high or down the ocean

And I face myself in reason

Gain the wolf

Conjure me as a child

Slipping down a webside

Stretch up I cannot reach him

Jumping up they drag him from the water

I watch them march him into life

I watch them take him from the pale

Into the sky for your eagle eye

The sun seeds a sickle and a scythe

Ridicule they won't allow

Quench abuse and let love flower

Rip the cage out of your chest

Let the chaos rule the rest

Show without showing

What you know without knowing

We're on a foreign shore

It was your mark of falling

And if you feel it you will fly

The sun should have been with me

When I was set to fall in

As I was set to fall in

Massive Attack

Can you feel?

 Shadows dance back up, it's happening again

If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:

"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"

Can't you see them floating like black ash?

Can't you feel them crawling down your back?

Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?

These New Puritans