I'd love to change the world

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more?

 

 

I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

 

 

 

 

Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bees make honey, who needs money, Monopoly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

 

 

 

 

 

 World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you

Jetta

On the boards

Someone has taken my day,
Turned it to night,
Who turned out the light?
That hangs from the beams,
I don't know what it means,
But it's too much, too bad.





If I had taken my time,
Counted my steps,
I might have no regrets,
You might still be here yet,
And not in my dreams,
It's too late to care.





Somehow the world is a gone,
Please give me the keys,
And open the door,
Where is the floor?
I don't know what it means,
It's too much to bear.




It's too much to bear.

Taste

Wild Flowers

I have to watch you come back to the river

Now it's all I can do

Will you still be convinced wild flowers

Are waiting for you

In my mind I've done good things

And never cared why

And my mind is an open door, with nothing inside

Looks like the hour is upon us

It's turnin' so cold

When everything said's either faded out

Or written in stone

If you could find an easier road, you'd take it today

You could have taken me anywhere

You just take it away

I have to watch you come back to the river

If it's all I can do

Will you still be convinced wild flowers

Are waiting for you

Have we ever done good things

And never cared why

'Cause my mind is an open door, with nothing inside

Mark Lanegan

Trickster (details)

 

Trickster / The variable practice

curators : Alexandros Psychoulis , Kostis Velonis

theoritical support: Phoebe Giannisi

 

 

The vision of the curator of this exhibition is to assemble works of contemporary artists who, by their tactics, bring forth the reading of the world as a permanent global variation, where apparently insignificant details of daily practice find their meaning in the evolution of things, and the conjunctures are no longer problematic imponderable factors but the field of genesis of new dynamics.

In those works and tactics, a kind of intelligence still survives, which does not paralyze in front of the unpredictable (the conjunctions), which is able to cope with perplexities in front of the distance that separates an ideal project from the effort of its implementation.

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Participating artists: A Whales Architects, Arvanitis Nikos, Kamaris Stephanos, Karga Valentina, Kessanlis Nikos, Kotionis Zissis, Kotsoni Eleni, Ntelakos Apostolos, Pantazopoulou Ioanna, Sachini Nana, Sachpazis Costas, Sagri Georgia, Sepetzoglou Nikos, Touloudis Petros. 

 

 

Such a Lovely Thing

It’s an elusive thing

This love of which you sing

What are we doing

What are we doing?





 

I will give you anything

Just please don’t stop singing

The world will stop spinning round

You’re such a lovely thing

But there is ice forming

Upon your pretty wings

What are you protecting?





 

I’ll give you everything

And you could wear this ring

But you only love me



 

You only love me when I’m leaving

You only love me cause I’m leaving

You only love me when I’m leaving

You only love me cause I’m leaving here tonight

You’re such a lovely thing

But there is ice forming

Upon your pretty wings

Why are you lying?



 

I will give you anything

Just please don’t stop singing

The world will stop spinning round

It’s an elusive thing

This love of which you sing

What are we doing

What are we doing here?

And I will give you anything

And you could wear my ring


 

But you only love me

You only love me when I’m leaving

You only love me cause I’m leaving you

You only love me cause I’m leaving

You only love me when I’m leaving here with you

DeVotchKa 

Against The Moon

On a pedestal
Shining bright
Justify me
Make me right
I can fight it



 

Make it roam
But a fugitive has a tendency to return home
Pissing against the moon
Softly she put her hand on my mouth






Softly, so that i
In the silence
Only heard breathing
Closed in living





Pissing against the moon
Whatever I do
I dont repent
I keep pissing against the moon
Whatever I do
I do not repent



 

I keep pissing against the moon

Iceage

Motto

I feel better in flight,

I don't deserve as all

I feel better in flight,

I don't deserve as all

Switch it into the light, 

I took a pawn show

Went down, went down, went down!

I saw what I saw, saw what I saw

Did what I did

You prolly caught some rephrases

...on my lips

Well it might turn to motto

If I had a motto I would tell you so

I never suffered from it like your sex ...

Just terrible thoughts

If I had a motto I would say it low

From the catch phrase, if the ...now

I saw what I saw, saw what I saw

Did what I did

You prolly caught some rephrases

...on my lips

Well it might turn to motto.

Sky Larkin

Calico

Your house was a good one

Though the yard was overgrown

And your shirts were all tailored

And my dresses were all calico

Oh, your bed was always covered

The black pants you wouldn't ware

That was part of the pattern

And it fit just like it should

When I released the spare room

I never sat in front of you

And through the thin wall

We heard our neighbors argue

But I couldn't just shut up and lie

I never let you have your last night

Your house was a good one

Though the yard was overgrown

Your shirts were all tailored

My dresses were all calico

Widowspeak