Grinning in Your Face

Don't you mind people grinning in your face 

Don't you mind people grinning in your face 

There's one thing to bear in mind 

A true friend is hard to find 

Don't you mind people grinning in your face 

Your mother she may talk about you 

Your brothers and your sisters they will talk about you, too 

No matter how you're trying to live 

They will talk about you still 

Don't you mind people grinning in your face 

Don't you mind people grinning in your face 

They'll jump you up and they jump you down 

They'll try to turn you 'round and 'round 

As soon as you turn your back around 

They'll try and crush you down 

Don't you mind people grinning in your face

Don't you mind people grinning in your face

Sun House

No Love

His fire goes

Into our minds

Creating further homes

Constructing it

Without plans

Damaging the soul

Violence unfolds

It's a beautiful design

Watch the light take hold

Its a beautiful design

If a wire runs from house to house

Does it mean we are connected

Destroying it

Specific plans

All strewn about

Violence unfolds

It's a beautiful design

Watch the light take hold

Its a beautiful design

This no love is what I need

But I want to want to love

I want to want to learn

This time no love is what I need

Yeah I want to want to love

I want to want to learn

This no love is what I need

But I want to want to love

I want to want to learn

This time no love is what I need

Yeah I want to want to love

I want to want to learn

But I want to want to learn

But I want to want to learn

Hooray For Earth

Never-Ever

So, you're lyin' in the snow,

You lie right through you're clothes

You never kiss and tell,

That's never ever

The beast is calling you

Bland, a mix of old incense,

A fleet stripped of weapons,

A stuttering boy is saved

On Easter Sunday

It's now or never

Well, I know we'll meet again

I'd love to hear your voice

We don't fill our songs with noise,

That's never ever

Scar, you know that's what you are

You say the Beatles stopped the war

They might have helped to find a cure,

But it's still not over

Don't go chasin' dreams

No don't you chase your dreams

Your movements must be screened

You can't listen to these things

The Black Angels

Rebuilding Dialectics

Rebuilding Dialectics

 (completed)

Two of the key members of the group Salon De Vortex, Yiannis Grigoriadis and Yiannis Isidorou, are excibiting at CheapArt Athens their installation entitled “Rebuilding Dialectics“

Documents and archival material referring to the sudden change in the built landscape, symbols and interpretations of social codes enforced by the latest urban model in Greece, and also gestures of brute materiality are the main tools of this installation.

This is an attempt to think historically on the present, in a time that is characterized primarily by oblivion. This new project emphasizes on the problematic and particular character of Greek middle class and proceeds to proposing the idea of rebuilding as a central axis around which the methods and practices of enrichment, consumerism, the rapid spread of kitsch and the final cultural homogenization, developed  [ more ]

House On Fire

midnight coming back around

the summer heat that wears me out

is drifting through a firmament of cranes

and the friends I’ve left behind

are speechless in my sunlit mind

as through the door to summer

through the door to summer

they pass away

if there’s a stillness in your eyes

the unreal city’s closing all its summer doors on you tonight yeah

won’t you step into the light

the arcades that have blossomed just

to fade into the shadows of the night

through all the trains still moving in my mind

the gas fire flares into the light

and I am in this house on fire

but I was only watching clouds go by

and we were old before our time

and we knew as we heard the fields just

singing in the quiet yeah

that one day the band would strike

a tune that carried us along

through city gardens, leaving in the heat

and all the deals and trials on Ganton Street

the gas fire flares into the light

and I am in this house on fire

but I was only watching clouds go by

I picked her up at half past four

the church hall in a haze

unreal as I could ever really be

and everyone was leaving and the moment passed away

and ended up inside my heart a dream

midnight coming back around

the summer heat that wears me out

is rising to my eyes behind the flames

I have come to disbelieve

exactly what I hear and see

as through the door to summer

through the door to summer

I pass away

The Clientele

By-products

By-products

--A by-product is a secondary product derived from a manufacturing process or chemical reaction. It is not the primary product or service being produced.--

Υποπροϊόντα

Επιμέλεια: Αλέξανδρος Ψυχούλης

Ως «υποπροϊόν» ορίζεται η «ουσία ή το αντικείμενο που προκύπτει από μια διαδικασία παραγωγής, πρωταρχικός σκοπός της οποίας δεν είναι η παραγωγή αυτού του στοιχείου».

12 εικαστικοί από διαφορετικές γενιές διερευνούν τις σχέσεις «Βιομηχανικής και Εικαστικής παραγωγής» και ανατέμνουν την έννοια του υποπροϊόντος. Η ίδια η τέχνη εδώ και χρόνια στην Ελλάδα υπάρχει με όρους αντίστοιχους με αυτούς ενός ιδιότυπου υποπροϊόντος. 

Σε πείσμα της προσπάθειας να εξηγηθούν τα πάντα μέσα από στατιστικές, οι καλλιτέχνες παράγουν ασταμάτητα κάτι που κανείς δεν ζήτησε. Η παραγωγή αυτή ως μηχανιστική- αντανακλαστική αντίδραση του βίου είναι που αλλάζει το σημείο παρατήρησης, αποκαλύπτοντας αποσιωπημένες αλλά σημαίνουσες πτυχές του παρελθόντος και δυναμικές του μέλλοντος.

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Συμμετείχαν οι:

Νίκος Αρβανίτης, Γιάννης Γρηγοριάδης, Γιώργος Γυπαράκης, Θοδωρής Ζαφειρόπουλος, Γιάννης Ισηδώρου, Κώστας Ιωαννίδης, Ζήσης Κοτιώνης, Λίνα Μαντίκου, Απόστολος Ντελάκος, Δημήτρης Ντοκατζής, Λήδα Παπακωνσταντίνου, Μαρία Τσαγκάρη.

Bested Bones

Tomorrow's ghost 

Upon the brow 

Another day 

Upon the back 

What could have been 

What will become 

Mountain deep 

Ocean high 

Bested Bones - long gone victories 

Another year 

Upon the back 

Bygone ghosts 

Upon the shoulders 

What could have been 

What will become 

The bested bones 

The vested hopes 

Mountain deep 

Uncover me 

Unbury me 

You sheltering clay

Thomas Feiner