Fast Car

You got a fast car

I want a ticket to anywhere

Maybe we make a deal

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is better

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Maybe we’ll make something

But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car

I got a plan to get us out of here

been working at the convenience store

Managed to save just a little bit of money

Won’t have to drive too far

Just cross the border and into the city

You and I can both get jobs

finally see what it means to be living

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away

We gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this way

So I remember when we were driving,driving in your car

speed so fast It felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder

And I,I had a feeling that I belonged

And I,I had a feeling I could be someone

You got a fast car

But is it fast enough so you can fly away

You gotta make a decision

You leave tonight or live and die this way

Tracy Chapman

Eye against eye II

Right here is where the end gonna start at,

Conflict, Contact, Combat,

Fighters stand where the land is marked at,

Settle the dispute about who the livest,

3 word answer,

Whoever survive this,

Only one of us can ride forever,

So you and I cant ride together,

Can't live or cant die together,

All we can do is collide together,

So I skillfully apply the pressure,

Won't stop until I'm forever... One!

A doorstep where death never come,

Spread across time till my time never done,

And I'm never done,

Walk tall, why ever run?

When they move if I ever come?

Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come

General we have the stock, the mad fire burn

I against I,

Flesh of my flesh,

And mind of my mind,

Two of a kind but one won't survive,

My images reflect in the enemies eye,

And his images is reflecting mine the same time,

I against I,

Flesh of my flesh,

And mind of my mind,

Two of a kind but one won't survive,

Massive Attack

Alekos Fassianos

 Fassianos studied violin at the Athens Conservatory and painting at the Athens School of Fine Arts from 1956 to 1960 where he was taught from Yannis Moralis. He then went to Paris on a French State scholarship (1962–1964) where he attended lessons on lithography along with Clairin and Caroline Chariot-Dayez. In 1966 he lives and works solely in Paris while from 1974 he divides his time between Paris and Athens. Since his first Athens exhibition in 1959 he has done more than 70 personal exhibitions in Paris, Athens, Thessaloniki, Milan, New York, London, Tokyo, Beirut, Hamburg, Munich and elsewhere. Apart from painting he has worked on scribing, poster creation, illustration of books and various publication in Greece and abroad. He has also collaborated in many theatrical projects with the National Theatre of Greece. He has also written many poems and essays. For his work there have been produced at least 4 documentaries from the Greek and French television. He has been invited to produce stamps and posters ahead of the Athens 2004 Olympics. His works are today exhibited in museums and private collections in Greece and abroad.

 

Fassianos personal style has been shaped at the 60s. He draws his subjects from Greek myths, Fayum portraits, Byzantine icons and the shadow theatre. His paintings are also characterised by motion which is emphasised by the hair or cloth waving in the breeze. In his artistic maturity his figures are known for their voluptuousness and the luminosity of the color he uses to highlight the sensuality and the immense pleasure of everyday life. This is probably less true of his early works. His works from the 1960s were made in the expressionist style and his figures are more grotesque.

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Murder By Numbers

 

Once that you've decided on a killing

First you make a stone of your heart

And if you find that your hands are still willing

Then you can turn a murder into art

There really isn't any need for bloodshed

You just do it with a little more finesse

If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee

Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

Now if you have a taste for this experience

And you're flushed with your very first success

Then you must try a twosome or a threesome

And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less

Because murder is like anything you take to

It's a habit-forming need for more and more

You can bump off every member of your family

And anybody else you find a bore

Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three

It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Murder by numbers, one, two, three

It's as easy to learn as your ABC

 

 

Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious

In history's great dark hall of fame

All our greatest killers were industrious

At least the ones that we all know by name

But you can reach the top of your profession

If you become the leader of the land

For murder is the sport of the elected

And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand

Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three

It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Murder by numbers, one, two, three

It's as easy to learn as your ABC-TV

Police

Chase the blues

 

Nothing to do today

Nothing I want to do

Anyway

I think I'll lie here for a while

And try to escape

I'll block out the wind tower

Clouds run away

Leave me in the sun

I'm dreaming

On my own

 

Nothing to do today

Nothing I want to do

Anyway

I'll think of you

For an hour or two

And chase away the blues

You chase my blues away

Everytday

In my dreams

We say what we mean

We do what we feel

Love fills the days

You take my breath away

 

In my dreams there's no thrill to pay

No decisions to make

No consequence to take

And nothing grey.

Nothing was failed

No mistakes

And then I wake up

Nothing to do today

Nothing I want to do

Anyway

 

I think I'll lie here for a while

And try to escape

I'll think of you

For an hour or two

And chase away my blues

You chase my blues away

Everyday.

Terranova

Same

 

true signs appear in a set

arrive on time

a blurry effect

soothed states in waning worlds

use that weight

say its your own

I'm not agreeing with or hearing everything that you say

there are a million better things we could be doing today

warm eyes have come and gone your way

 

all free roads on the walk are maybe going to change

won't be sure

not at all

how are we all the same

step and skip

a trail of dust is upset

we're direct on course

don't break it yet

I feel our trouble are near the end

and if I'm wrong I'll take the blame

I hear a million stronger people saying the same

 

I won't ever say I'll never be afraid

all free roads on the walk are maybe gonna change

won't be sure

not at all

how are we all the same

 

Hooray For Earth

Ernest and Bars

"I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."

- "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place," Ernest Hemingway

"The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight. I do not know why they screamed at that time. We were in the harbor and they were all on the pier and at midnight they started screaming."

- "In Our Time", Ernest Hemingway

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

- "The Old Man and the Sea", Ernest Hemingway

 

"I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started."

- "A Farewell To Arms", Ernest Hemingway

Sparkle Eyes

 

Sparkle Eyes used to smile at the rain

Don't I wish that I could see it again

Where did the sparkle go?

 

Now if I only knew where to begin

Girl, I'd try to break your fall and stop your spin

But time has changed us both too many ways

And I'm looking at a strange and empty face

 

And your eyes used to shine every day

If I had only never seen you lookin' this way

Those faceless fountains they cooled your fire

It was mine not so very long ago

Your eyes would laugh at the rain

You don't know how I wish I could see it again

I just can't stand to watch goin' down slow

Where did the sparkle go?

Steppenwolf

Carmen Queasy

My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind

To picturesque an image to control this time

My intimate discriminating fears you test

My ignorance that truly feels it knows regress

You have the power but you keep it all to yourself

Your lust is decomposing us

The intricate sincerity is choking me

Its crumbling and crawling all around my feet

It wasn't jump from lie to lie to cover me

That credible intelligence evading me

You have the power but you keep it all to yourslef

Your lust is decomposing us

 

So now you're telling me its all damn easy

Try to see yourself as calm and queasy

'Cos money making is a wonderful thing

Money making is a wonderful thing

I don't wanna be a marketed baby

Try to see yourself as calm and queasy

'Cos money making is a wonderful thing

Money making is a wonderful thing

Carmen Queasy. I don't wanna be

I'm flinging out some rhythms in a cultural stare

Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care

Dissecting, overanalysing, empty heart

Like spitting out some more wet dreams and calling it art

You have the vision but you keep it all to yourself

Your lust is decomposing us

Money making, money taking

We don't have a choice

But we still have a voise

But take this: life is too short

Twist, deform and distort

Impregnate brains into my seminar

Gonna make a music-making failure

Gotta take back whats mine (gotta take back)

Keep chocking and holding, provoking

My life style you be smoking

Skunk Anansie

Stories on windscreen

 

The windshield or windscreen of an aircraft, car, bus, motorbike or tram is the front window. Modern windshields are generally made of laminated safety glass, a type of treated glass, which consists of two (typically) curved sheets of glass with a plastic layer laminated between them for safety, and are bonded into the window frame. Motorbike windshields are often made of high-impact acrylic plastic.

 

Windshields protect the vehicle's occupants from wind and flying debris such as dust, insects, and rocks, and providing an aerodynamically formed window towards the front. UV Coating may be applied to screen out harmful ultraviolet radiation.

On motorbikes their main function is to shield the rider from wind, though not as completely as in a car, whereas on sports and racing motorcycles the main function is reducing drag when the rider assumes the optimal aerodynamic configuration with his or her body in unison with the machine, and does not shield the rider from wind when sitting upright.

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On the Blocks

 

Vamiali’s gallery presented “On the Blocks”, a site specific graffiti project by artists APSET, BLAQK, BOOHAHA, ΜΙΝΤONE and RTMone, curated by Anneta Papadatou.

 

“The idea came up as a challenge to transfer the initial exterior graffiti action into interior space”

 

Within the gallery space, a structure was specially built with YTONG blocks, a primary building material used in construction, in order to create a double space by partitions and surfaces that constituted the medium upon which the installation took place.

 

The artists invited, created new works on the surfaces of partitions, like they were working on the exterior walls of buildings in the wider urban landscape.

 

Each artist will created a large scale “piece” inspired by his very own signature and visual identity. The result, ephemeral or permanent, was completed just before the opening of the exhibition to an in situ installation where each “piece” was a proposal that was examined solely or as an artwork complex.

Alongside the main installation and having graffiti as their starting point and source technique, the participating artists were showcase a series of drawings and artwork on different media.

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Heart full of soul

Sick at heart and lonely,

deep in dark despair.

Thinking one thought only

where is she tell me where.

And if she says to you

she don't love me

just give her my message

tell her of my plea

 

And I know if she had me back again

well I would never make her sad.

I've gotta heart full of soul.

 

She's been gone such a long time

longer than I can bear

but if she says she wants me

tell her that I'll be there

And if she says to you

she don't love me

just give her my message

tell her of my plea.

 

The Yardbirds

Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?

Kalfayan Galleries present Aikaterini Gegisian’s solo exhibition “Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?”

The exhibition includes artist's new work based on images of Soviet Armenia collected from commemorative photo albums and tourist guides dating from the 50s to the 60s and salvaged from flea markets and second hand bookstores in Yerevan, the capital of Armenia.

As images of Soviet modernity have become, over the past 20 years, another modality in consumer nostalgia and are treated as “exotic” variations of the modern, works presented in this exhibition react precisely against this impulse to consume the “world as image”, reflecting instead on the construction of historical memory and the representation of space.

The works act as memorials that commemorate the modern as a distant past and at the same time, turn into central emblems of a new landscape.

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It's kinda funny

You may be dumb but the passage of times

can change anything like the feelings we find

so I'll disappear through the crack in the wall

and the memories I leave will be nothing at all

It's kinda funny

 

So close to peace in the valley's so far

I've lost all the fears that appeared in the dark

Oh we all are so weak, so frail it's unfair,

through the crack on the wall it could be anywhere

It's kinda funny

It's kinda funny

Josef K