Brains

Starting the day

Staying awake

Everything will change

While you're asleep

While you're breathing

Do you believe

No one is waiting

Brains without names

I found myself turning back to look

At the seas of people beneath me

Betrayed the design by release of immature emotion

I went to work

Had my suit jacket and hat in hand

A gate's crashed and flung wide

Used by our servants;

Heads are hanging

I went to church and forgot I ever could believe

Questions for the past of their clear minds

Were their thoughts without designation and division

Something desperate's up my sleeve

And no lines allow for mapping

Cause I close my eyes and feel the teeth of the machine

Walking on,

Us underneath

Ever harder to believe

I was ever holding my suit jacket

And hat in hand

Your nightmares/your creation

I objected with a knife

And when I finally let my guard down

I was in the middle of the sea and drowning

Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid

Everything will change

While you're asleep

While you're breathing

Do you believe

No one is waiting

Brains without names

Lower Dens

Everyday Robots

'They didn’t know where they was going, but they knew where they was wasn’t it'

We are everyday robots on our phones

In the process of getting home

Looking like standing stones

Out there on our own

We’re everyday robots in control

Or in the process of being sold

Driving in adjacent cars

‘Til you press restart

Everyday robots just touch thumbs

Swimmin’ in lingo they become

Stricken in a status sea

One more vacancy

For everyday robots getting old

When our lips are cold

Lookin’ like standing stones

Out there on our own

Little robots in ringback tones

In the process of getting home

Damon Albarn

A Woolgathering Exodus

the compass is stuck; 

direction destructs

petty for want of maintaining a precedent

the canopy smirks at argument

a verdant recess worthy of still-life

feet on new floors & the charms of an aleph

genesis in the occident

parenthesis of a continent

allegiant to the idea there is only a right place

eras inside themselves, unrepentantly effaced

I clutch my few, who stay with me like an aura

& tend the garden well, giving rime to the flora

the compass is stuck

the lamb is amok

the compass is stuck;
directions destruct

Benoit Pioulard

What was said

After what was said

I can't help but sleep with one eye open

The integrity of what we share

Is now unconvincing

The greatest love

Both is and never was

I carry on

But I can't forget

What was said

After what was said

The things you really think of me

That's fine

Cause I think that you're pathetic really

Just like your family

The words break free

Much too easily

My best friend

I can't forget

What was said

There's a hole in everything

And I have yet to see the proof

Of friendship 'til the end

And not 3/4 the way through

Of love that perseveres

When seen in close-up too

My dear friend

A heart cannot be true

Not completely, so what to do?

I've always left just as the leaves were changing hue

Why give life the chance

To make another mockery 

Of our dear romance

Better to come and go

Honor the weeds as they are meant to grow

There's a hole in everything

And there's nothing you can do

It's always out with the old

And in with the new

No love without the whisperings

So why pretend it's otherwise

Better to be on the road

Than in a house of cards and lies

I rid myself of friendships

With fungus on the rim

Of love that had gone sour

A merciful killing

Rid of insincerities

And rid of all poison

I sent them all to hell

And nobody was left

The greatest love

Both is and never was

I carry on

But I can't forget

What was said

Chinawoman

Cascando

1

why not merely the despaired of

occasion of

wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden

they will always start dragging too soon

the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want

bringing up the bones the old loves

sockets filled once with eyes like yours

all always is it better too soon than never

the black want splashing their faces

saying again nine days never floated the loved

nor nine months

nor nine lives

2

saying again

if you do not teach me I shall not learn

saying again there is a last

even of last times

last times of begging

last times of loving

of knowing not knowing pretending

a last even of last times of saying

if you do not love me I shall not be loved

if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again

love love love thud of the old plunger

pestling the unalterable

whey of words

terrified again

of not loving

of loving and not you

of being loved and not by you

of knowing not knowing pretending

pretending

I and all the others that will love you

if they love you

3

unless they love you

Samuel Beckett

Little Bluebird

I know a little bluebird

I sure wish she would sing for me

I'll tell you all, I know, I know a little bluebird

I sure, I sure wish she would sing for me

She's been flying around so long, oh Lord

I wish she would land in my tree

Every time she goes by, I want to cut her wings, yeah

I say every, every, every, every, every, every, every

Every time she goes by, oh, I want to clip her wings

So we can lock up in her nest together

Oh, I'll buy her pretty things, yes I will

Oh, little bluebird,

please come and nest with me

Oh, Lord, have mercy, little bluebird

Please, oh, please come and nest with me

Oh, I'll make life so wonderful, baby

You and me in my tree, oh

Freddie King

Normal

Here is my car, my phone and my TV

I've got it all but you can see through me

But am I here?

It's kind of hard to tell

I do a good impression of myself

But what's normal now anyhow?

Sullen and bored the kids stay

And in this way they wish away each day

Stoned in the mall the kids play

And in this way they wish away each day

Prescription drugs they help me through the day

And that restraining order keeps me well at bay

But what's normal now anyway?

Sullen and bored the kids stay

And in this way they wish away each day

Stoned in the mall the kids play

And in this way they wish away each day

Wish I was old and a little sentimental

You gotta see the waves, looking for the bottle in the waves now

Porcupine Tree

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Η Φωτογραφική ομάδα F9 παρουσίασε από 22 Δεκεμβρίου 2013 έως 10 Ιανουαρίου 2014 την ομαδική έκθεση φωτογραφίας των μελών της με τίτλο "Τα χριστουγεννιάτικα δέντρα των Σαλώνων"

Η φωτογραφική εγκατάσταση παρουσιάστηκε στη γωνία των οδών Γάτου και Γιαγτζή στην Άμφισσα

"12 φωτογραφίες από τον πρόσφατα καμένο παραδοσιακό ελαιώνα της Άμφισσας εκτίθενται στις βιτρίνες ενός καταστήματος που παραμένει ξενοικιαστο εδώ και μήνες στο κέντρο της αγοράς. Μια φωτογραφική έκθεση που στόχο έχει να παρουσιάσει μια άλλη πλευρά των εορταστικών ημερών που διανύουμε. Η ανθρωπόμορφη παρουσίαση των καμένων δέντρων και η οικονομική κρίση δύο στοιχεία που έχουν σημαδέψει τις φετινές γιορτές για την περιοχή των Σαλώνων."

Στη συνέχεια η έκθεση μεταφέρθηκε στο Παραδοσιακό Καφενείο του Φασίτσα - Πλατεία Λαού -Άμφισσα 

Συμμετέχουν οι: Δρόλαπας Ανάργυρος, Σπέντζος Ευθύμιος, Τζαμτζη Αγγελική, Τραχανάς Γιώργος.

I Can't Stand The Rain

I can't stand the rain

Against my window

Bringing back sweet memories

Hey, window pane

Do you remember

How sweet it used to be

When we was together

Everything was so grand

Now that we've parted

There's just one sound

That I just can't stand

I can't stand the rain

Against my window

Bringing back sweet memories

I can't stand the rain

Against my window

'Cause he's not here with me

Alone with the pillow

Where his head used to lay

I know you've got

Some sweet memories

But like the window

You ain't got nothing to say

I can't stand the rain

Against my window

Bringing back sweet memories

I can't stand the rain

Against my window

Just keeps on haunting me

Hey, rain

Get off my window...

Ann Peebles