Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Peace











Peace (Greek: Εἰρήνη, Eirēnē) is an Athenian Old Comedy written and produced by the Greek playwright Aristophanes. It won second prize at the City Dionysia where it was staged just a few days before the Peace of Nicias was validified (421 BC), which promised to end the ten year old Peloponnesian War. 








The play is notable for its joyous anticipation of peace and for its celebration of a return to an idyllic life in the countryside. However, it also sounds a note of caution, there is bitterness in the memory of lost opportunities and the ending is not happy for everyone. As in all Aristophanes' plays, the jokes are numerous, the action is wildly absurd and the satire is savage—Cleon, the pro-war populist leader of Athens, is once again a target for the author's wit even though he had died in battle just a few months earlier.  [ source ]






"Peace" by Aristophanes was presented on July 26th and 27th at the Ancient Theatre of Epidaurus, in the context of Athens & Epidaurus Festival 2013.






 

Vasilis Charalambopoulos and Fanis Mouratidis star in the ever-relevant Peace (421 BC), in which Aristophanes condemns war and extols the virtues of rural life while parodying the theatre of his age.





Monday, September 9, 2013

Look to the side









If I fall in the ocean, would it take me home?






 If I fall on the stars, would I get lost?









Look to the side and I'll be near.
Look to the side, I'll be near.







If I climb the mountain, would I get there?







Look to the side, I'll be near.









Look to the side, I'll be near.

Otis Taylor

Saturday, September 7, 2013

You Are the One








Feeling loose, walk and talk, moving fast, I take it all
...fall, it's aid and done, so hold on, life is rough
I wanna be, in the sky, I wanna be, riding high
Speeding cars, the ... wind, the burning speed, it breaks my skin








I turn it back, a ...sky, moving fast, I wanna die
I feel the wind, breathe the air, driving fast, I still don't care
I start to fall, I loose control, I try to turn, I start to roll
I can't hold on, moving so fast
I wish I had the chance to do it all again








Believe you are the one, but I was riding away
I kinda followed the sun
And it feels so good inside, when you survive
Faster than an engine, feeling right
You are the one








I feel the wind, I feel the rain, follow the road, into the lake
... have it all, now count ... to fall
It disappears into the sky, I'm on road, about to die
I break my face, I break my life, 
I wish I had the chance to do it all again







Believe you are the one, but I was riding away
I kinda followed the sun
And it feels so good inside, when you survive
Faster than an engine, feeling right
You are the one.

A Place to Bury Strangers

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Wasteland












This is the wasteland of all shattered hearts
I hear the ghosts calling me back to the grave








I'm here to even the score
I've come to hell for you
I'm not leaving till the devil is dead






The devil is dead
These are the tracks we lay
to take us from the flames








These are the scars made by our chains
You're here to torture me
I've come to hell for you








I'm not leaving till I tear out your heart
I'm not leaving till the devil is dead








The devil is dead
This is the wasteland

The Black Heart Procession







Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Old Man`s Back










I seen a hand, I seen a vision
It was reaching through the clouds, To risk a dream

A shadow cross the sky
And it crushed into the ground, Just like a beast







The old man's back again

I seen a woman, standing in the snow
She was silent as she watched them take her man

Teardrops burned her cheeks
for she thought she'd heard, The shadow had left this land

The old man's back again








The crowds just gathered, their faces turned away
And they queue all day like dragons of disgust








All the women whispering
Wondering just what these young hot-heads want of us
And entres vie he cries

with eyes that ring like chimes
His anti-worlds go spinning through his head
He burns them in his dreams
for half awake they may as well be dead

The old man's back again
I see he's back again









I see a soldier, He's standing in the rain
For him there's no old man to walk behind

Devoured by his pain
bewildered by the faces who pass him by






He'd like another name the one he's got's a curse
These people cried
Why can't they understand
His mother called him Ivan then she died

The old man's back again

I can see him back again

Scott Walker

Monday, September 2, 2013

La Llorona











Ever away from seeing more than life
The morning lies miles away from the night
No man ever could steal her heart
But With bright gold coins I'll take my shot








And all it takes to fall







If you don't walk, might as well crawl







All it takes to fall
What a quiet world after all
Of the things that you guessed will come
What a moment it was after all

Beirut

Monday, August 26, 2013

Cold War









I know a way out
if you catch my drift
hold it close
to your heart
let's just breathe
so just count it off
the worst is over at worst
we stand still
through the night








spin it back now
in through the out
we want a nice clean fight
no blood, no bite
when the end is near
let's just be frank
just let it sit, be still
we'll meet in the middle, c'mon







and inside me
it's hot as iron
I feel like I could pass in the night








spin it back now
in through the out
we want a nice clean fight
no blood, no bite
when the end is near
let's just be frank
just let it sit, be still
we'll keep this war cold
meet in the middle, c'mon

The Morning Benders

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Apocalypse Dreams












This could be the day that we push through,
It could be the day that all our dreams come true,
For me and you,
'Til we're at the end of just another day

Are you too terrified to try your best?
Just to end up with an educated guess,
Like success,
Like those times you wake up mystified








Oh it feels so real in my sleep
Never felt so good, so close I do with you
Until the day this could be feeling
Do you realize that I could feel it.







Everything is changing,
And there's nothing I can do
My world is turning pages
While I am just sitting here

Well, am I getting closer?
Will I ever get there?
Does it even matter?
Do I really need it?
Wish that I'd remember
And I'm on the outcome







(This could be the day that we push through)
Did I really want it?
Does it really matter?
It was only yesterday...
(It could be the day that all our dreams come true)
Didn't even know you...
Now I'm gonna miss you
(Oh it feels so real in my sleep, never felt so good, so close I do)








Nothing ever changes
No matter how long you do your game
It's the same to everyone else
Everything is changing
I guess I should want my love
But she'd just be excited.

Tame Impala

Monday, August 19, 2013

Medea or media











 Medea (Ancient Greek: Μήδεια, Mēdeia) is an ancient Greek tragedy written by Euripides, based upon the myth of Jason and Medea and first produced in 431 BC. The plot centers on thebarbarian protagonist as she finds her position in the Greek world threatened, and the revenge she takes against her husband Jason who has betrayed her for another woman. Euripides produced Medea along with the lost plays Philoctetes, Dictys and the satyr play Theristai, earning him last place at the City Dionysia festival for that year.









The play tells the story of the revenge of a woman betrayed by her husband. All of the action of the play is at Corinth, where Jason has brought Medea after the adventures of the Golden Fleece. He has now left her in order to marry Glauce, the daughter of King Creon.








Euripides' characterization of Medea exhibits the inner emotions of passion, love, and vengeance. Medea is widely read as a proto-feminist text to the extent that it sympathetically explores the disadvantages of being a woman in a patriarchal society, although it has also been read as an expression of misogynist attitudes In conflict with this sympathetic undertone (or reinforcing a more negative reading) is Medea's barbarian identity, which would antagonize a 5th-century Greek audience. [more]












Medea by Euripides, the tragedy of love turning into a terrible and savage hatred, premiered July 5 at the Ancient Theatre of Epidaurus. It was the opening play for this year’s Epidaurus festival.







Spyros A. Evangelatos directed for the second time this play, 12 years after his presentation from the Epidaurus Amphi-Theatre in 2001, with Lida Tasopoulou in the role of Medea. Now the director returns to Euripides’ text under a special condition: The play is staged exclusively with male cast and the protagonist is George Kimoulis. [more]



Sunday, August 18, 2013

Let's all go to the islands














I don't have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here

Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn't over look









I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore

See what I've done
That bridge is on fire
Going back to where I've been
I'm froze by desire
No need to leave








Where would I be
If this were to go under
That's a risk I'd take
I'm froze by desire
As if a choice I'd make

I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore

The XX