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| − | <sup>[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9rOkmTKFHI Electric | + | <sup>[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9rOkmTKFHI Electric Theseus (video)]</sup> |
| − | == Electric | + | == Electric Theseus == |
Since the 50's we are waiting for the ship with the white sails.<br/ > | Since the 50's we are waiting for the ship with the white sails.<br/ > | ||
And you were screwed in the port with a withered bouquet of flowers.<br/ > | And you were screwed in the port with a withered bouquet of flowers.<br/ > | ||
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.<br/ > |
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.<br/ > |
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You get lost like a seagull over Omonoia square and when you search for a solution to escape<br/ > | You get lost like a seagull over Omonoia square and when you search for a solution to escape<br/ > | ||
You pay whatever for the toll posts and you get slashed in pieces at the highway.<br/ > | You pay whatever for the toll posts and you get slashed in pieces at the highway.<br/ > | ||
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.<br/ > |
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Who bows his head in front of the masters and who cries like a baby during the nights?<br/ > | Who bows his head in front of the masters and who cries like a baby during the nights?<br/ > | ||
Who dreams that some other people get out on the streets and do the first step?<br/ > | Who dreams that some other people get out on the streets and do the first step?<br/ > | ||
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In the Supermarkets the hope is finished and you are frozen on the scaffold.<br/ > | In the Supermarkets the hope is finished and you are frozen on the scaffold.<br/ > | ||
Where have gone the 300 of Leonidas and what are we going to say to the children?<br/ > | Where have gone the 300 of Leonidas and what are we going to say to the children?<br/ > | ||
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus? And so on...<br/ > |
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Lock motherland in a glass-bowl and hide it under the ground.<br/ > | Lock motherland in a glass-bowl and hide it under the ground.<br/ > | ||
Do you think that they search for it like for Atlantis, while Pandora opens the box?<br/ > | Do you think that they search for it like for Atlantis, while Pandora opens the box?<br/ > | ||
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne is confused.<br/ > |
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That's why you lost yourself in the billiard rooms and in football courts on Sundays.<br/ > | That's why you lost yourself in the billiard rooms and in football courts on Sundays.<br/ > | ||
Now as you stare at the refineries you wonder who has locked you in a cage.<br/ > | Now as you stare at the refineries you wonder who has locked you in a cage.<br/ > | ||
| − | Electric | + | Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has been mad.<br/ > |
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Lyric: Dimitris Varos<br/ > | Lyric: Dimitris Varos<br/ > | ||
| − | Music: | + | Music: Giannis Marcopaulos<br/ > |
| − | Vocals: | + | Vocals: Pavlos Sidiropoulos & Maria Fotiou<br/ > |
[[el:ΗλεκτÏικός_ΘησÎας]] | [[el:ΗλεκτÏικός_ΘησÎας]] | ||
| + | [[de:Elektrischer_Theseus]] | ||
[[Category:Songs]] | [[Category:Songs]] | ||
Latest revision as of 12:02, 10 May 2011
Electric Theseus[edit]
Since the 50's we are waiting for the ship with the white sails.
And you were screwed in the port with a withered bouquet of flowers.
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.
They sentenced you to spend your years in a life without prospect.
You get lost like a seagull over Omonoia square and when you search for a solution to escape
You pay whatever for the toll posts and you get slashed in pieces at the highway.
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.
Who is jailed for life-time, who is in panic without payment?
Who bows his head in front of the masters and who cries like a baby during the nights?
Who dreams that some other people get out on the streets and do the first step?
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has gone mute.
Shipwrecks of dreams sail away and the minds are full of rust.
In the Supermarkets the hope is finished and you are frozen on the scaffold.
Where have gone the 300 of Leonidas and what are we going to say to the children?
Electric Theseus? And so on...
You are afraid of a coming storm and that we will be drowned by acid rain,
Lock motherland in a glass-bowl and hide it under the ground.
Do you think that they search for it like for Atlantis, while Pandora opens the box?
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne is confused.
Vote-hunters, speeches and marches never brought up the change
That's why you lost yourself in the billiard rooms and in football courts on Sundays.
Now as you stare at the refineries you wonder who has locked you in a cage.
Electric Theseus in a fountain and Ariadne has been mad.
You want to heal a fatal wound and you search for a job in the news.
Your tears grow to whips and tighten your throat like a noose.
All you won with suffering, now they bargain them on a card table,
You run to search inside the shelters and you discover a kidnapped generation.
You waved a plastic flag, you believed in an unknown god,
You hang on your brain an antenna, news, tv-shows and sleeping rock.
And how the next day will dawn if mistakes steal the time?
And how will dawn the next day when the lies lead the dance?
Paint a sun on the ceiling, speak with the breeze of the night
And dance with your shadow under the sound of a weak heart
Make a phone-call to your loneliness, or get for once more out on the street of fire.
Make a phone-call to your loneliness, or get for once more out on the street of fire.
Lyric: Dimitris Varos
Music: Giannis Marcopaulos
Vocals: Pavlos Sidiropoulos & Maria Fotiou
