Not your kind of people

 

We are not your kind of people

You seem kind of phony

Every thing's a lie

We are not your kind of people

Something in your makeup

Don't see eye-to-eye

 

 

We are not your kind of people

Don't want to be like you

Even in our lives

We are not your kind of people

Find when you start talking

There's nothing but white noise

 

 

Running around trying to fit in

Wanting to be loved

It doesn't take much

For someone to shut you down

When you build a shelf

Build a mummy in your mind

You can't sit still and you don;t like hanging 'round the crowd

They don't understand

 

You drove by as I was sleeping

You came to see the whole commotion

And when I woke I started laughing

The joke's on me for not believing

We are not your kind of people

Speak a different language

We see through your lies

 

 

We are not your kind of people

Won't be cast as demons

Creatures you despise

We are extraordinary people

Garbage

SHάRE

 

SHάRE

…a word with several meanings and at the same time an opposite point of view of our era.

 

With this word, 5 artists… Lune, Simek, Don40, Boohaha and Greg Papagrigiriou come together in the SHάRE exhibition with different personal styles, so as to join their ideas, techniques, materials and show to the public what can be achieved through collaboration, leaving behind all kinds of individualism and pointless selfishness.

These photos are from the opening (16/5/2012) at  Hoxton Bar (Gazi). Duration: until 26/6/2012

 

Looking for more? Then you should visit the following links:

• boohahart.blogspot.com
• lune82.blogspot.com
• donforty.tumblr.com
• blaqk2.tumblr.com

 

 

Red

I.

Wandering Incognito

RED

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

Nourian is having a party

 

 

Μια γιορτή στου Νουριάν / Nourian is having a party

 

The remake (after 38 years) of Volker Ludwig's play "Ein Fest bei Papadakis" ("Papadakis is having a party") that is now titled: "Μια γιορτή στου Νουριάν" ("Nourian is having a party"). Same story, different country.

 

 

Photos are from the Bob-Theatre Festival

Συντελεστές

Πολυξένη Ακλίδη: Αϊσέ
Γιώργος Δάμπασης: Παπαδάκης
Βασίλης Κουκαλάνι: Νουριάν
Ηρώ Μπέζου: Δώρα
Πέτρος Σπυρόπουλος: Πιρούζ
Μιχάλης Τιτόπουλος: Γιάννης

 

 

Μετάφραση_Διασκευή: Βασίλης Κουκαλάνι
Σκηνοθεσία: Παντελής Δεντάκης, Βασίλης Κουκαλάνι
Μουσική: Κώστας Νικολόπουλος
Τραγούδι τέλους : Active Member

 

Illusions

 

Illusions

In Ivan Viripaev's play, four performers in their 30s take turns to narrate the stories of two elderly and long-married couples. They begin at the ends of the lives and shuttle backwards and forwards to weave wavering pictures of their shifting relationships. The actors, dressed in smartly casual clothes and make smiling eye-contact with members of the audience (seated on the stage and lit throughout the performance) as they speak.

I guess that’s how it was meant to be. Love can only be mutual.

Love and death, loyalty and betrayal, truth and fiction, hope and despair, this beguiling new comedy takes us through a hall of mirrors.

 

Russia’s foremost contemporary playwright and screenwriter, Ivan Viripaev, has won several major awards for his work including the prestigious Golden Mask and the Presidential Council Prize for Literature in Russia and awards at the Venice, Warsaw and Sochi Film Festivals.

Photos are from the Greek adaptation of the play

Ψευδαισθήσεις

Κωμωδία του Ιβάν Βιριπάγεφ
Σκηνοθεσία: Κ. Ευαγγελάτου
Ερμηνεύουν: Π. Δεντάκης, Αλ. Καλτσίκη, Β. Κουκαλάνι, Ηλ. Νικολούζου.
Μετάφρ.: Ελ. Μπακοπούλου.
Σκην.-κοστ.: Εύα Μανιδάκη.
Φωτ.: Λ. Παυλόπουλος.

All That We See

All that we see is all that we think about
And all these thoughts are better left unsaid
Tell me the words that are only dreamt about
And everything that holds you

You`ll never know that I just wanna feel this
I`ll stop when I should go
I`ll find my way to you

All that we see is all that we think about
And all these thoughts are better left unsaid
Tell me the words that are only dream about
And everything that holds you

You`ll never know that I just wanna feel this
I`ll stop when I should go
I`ll find my way to you

The Black Ryder

Wandering Incognito (The People) C

 

I.

Wandering Incognito (The People) C

 

II.

 

 

III.

 

 

IV.

 

V.

I never said I was deep

 

I love your body 'cause I've lost my mind
If you want someone to talk to, you're wasting your time
If you want someone to share your life, you need someone who is alive
And if every relationship is a two-way street, I have been screwing in the back whilst you drive

 

I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow
My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow
I never said I was big, I never said that I was clever
And if you're waiting to find what's going on in my mind, you could be waiting forever
Forever and ever

 

 

I can dance you to the end of the night 'cause I'm afraid of the dark
I have to confess I'm out of my depth
You're going over my head and straight through my heart

 

Some girls like to play it dirty, some girls want to be your mum

Me, I disrespected you whilst we were waiting for the taxi to come
My morality is shabby, my behavior unacceptable
No, I'm not looking for a relationship, just a willing receptacle

 

 

I never said I was

I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow
My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow
I never said I was big, I never said that I was clever
And if you're waiting to find what's going on in my mind, you could be waiting forever
Forever and ever

 

I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow
My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow

I never said I was deep

Jarvis Cocker

Our Time Won’t Live That Long

Don’t know when they put me in the ground
I don’t know about me left alone
All that matters that I follow you
On my way to the unknown bound.

It’s cold baby but I’m not afraid
I feel lost, my life swept away
I feel worried but I promise you
It’s so tender that you’re in the life
Only time that you walked away
It wasnt’ me and I’m always here and I gonna stay
Loving you can not be bad
My blood is boiling and you make me mad
I was crying but it was very ’lone
You let you loving coming/calming down
And I thought just it was another gone
Couldn’be right what I found.

A mountain top is the need of time
And I’m man so let’s make this night
All my own everything is wrong,
Holding on now, holding on...
You just have to call it out
You know your love will tell your love is gone
And you know that ain’t, that it’s that strong.
All the times that you let me down,
You just won’t let me in
All the times when it all went bad
I don’t wanna fight with you
But you know what I’ll do
I will never ever let you go
I will stay with you till’ I die.

My blood runs cold, I don’t wanna know
I’m gonna cry all night long,
I wear my heart until my heart is torn,
Then I’ll make up, make up my mind
When all is gonna just stop below
Where we go where we just gotta blow
Everything that we’ve got in here
I wanna see you walking down the stairs

’Cause I need you and you know you need me
It’s all that love that you let down on me
Hold me tight and I’ll love you right
I love you, I fear, baby, baby mine,
Honey our time won’t live that long
You know our time won’t live that long.

Madrugada

Sycamore

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
There's blood on the seas if you map 'em
Christian, if you see your poppa
Tell him I love him
He taught me to love in the wild and
Fight in the gym

He taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup
And you won't get hurt if you just
Keep your hands up
And stand tall
Like sycamores

Sycamore got to grow down to grow up
Young roots told the soil like baby's first cup
And when they bend you in two
And say too green for the fire
When all you want to do is be a part of the fire
All you want to do is be the fire part of fire
Like sycamores

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
There's blood on the seas if you map 'em
Christian when I see your poppa
I'll tell him you love him
And remember to love in the wild and
Fight in the gym
Remember the bottle gives birth to the cup
And you won't get hurt if you just
Keep your hands up
And stand tall
Like sycamores

Bill Callahan