Δευτέρα, Σεπτεμβρίου 25, 2006

Rock of Gibraltar.

Let me say this to you
I'll be steadfast and true
And my love will never falter

The sea would crash about us
The waves would lash about us
I'll be your Rock of Gibraltar

Sometimes it's hard
And we're both caught off guard
But there's nothing I would ever alter

The wind could howl round our ears
For the next thousand years
I'd still be your Rock of Gibraltar

The best thing I done
Was to make you the one
Who I'd walk with down to the altar

You'd stand by me
And together we'd be
That great, steady Rock of Gibraltar

Under the big yellow moon
On our honeymoon
I took you on a trip to Malta

And all through the night
You held me so tight
Your great, steady Rock of Gibraltar

Could the powers that be
Ever foresee
That things could so utterly alter?

All the plans that we laid
Could soon be betrayed
Betrayed like the Rock of Gibraltar

10 σχόλια:

divine mitsakos είπε...

Γεια σου Γκοντέ μας
could they ever foresee?
μπα...
καλό μας ξημέρωμα

The Motorcycle boy είπε...

κουμπάρε, κατάφερες να τα δεις τα βιντεάκια ή να ξεκινήσω τις διαδικασίες που πρότεινε ο byrd;

ΣεΞπΥρ είπε...

Ωραία μέρα σήμερα εδώ.

Εμένα μου αρέσει το:

"..The best thing I done
Was to make you the one
Who I'd walk with down to the altar..."

Καλημέρα!

o erwtas pernaei ap' to stomaxi είπε...

Καλημέρα Godot με τις ροκιές σου!

Godot είπε...

Ksekina tes!
Eprepe idi na tis exeis ksekinisei...!!!!

Akomaaaa?

Godot είπε...

Geia sou Stomaxi me to Bouzouki mou!!!

Π είπε...

"... and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deep-down torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."

Godot είπε...

Αφου ο Π έκανε τον συνειρμό Γιβραλτάρ - Μολλυ Μπλουμ.

1. Είναι επικινδυνος.
2. Πρέπει να κάνουμε κάποιο τεστ συγγενειας.
3. Τον ευχαριστώ πολύ.

Ο Καλος Λυκος είπε...

ήγγικεν η ώρα...

any last wishes?

Π είπε...

Γειά σου Godot!
1. Tι επικίνδυνος, χαίρομαι που μπόρεσα επιτέλους να βάλω κι εγώ ο κακόμοιρος ένα σχόλιο - μέχρι τώρα τα κείμενά σου με είχαν αφοπλίσει. (Πρώτη μου προτίμηση αυτό για τη Pωσία.)
2. Mην ανησυχείς, το πρώτο τεστ έγινε τότε που έβαλες μιά παραλογή στης Λίτσας. Aκολούθησαν Siouxsie, Cave και άλλα διάφορα. Mόνο με το Live in Berlin τα χαλάσαμε λίγο: προτιμώ το σκέτο Berlin (σίγουρα ξέρεις ποιανού).
3. Nα τσουγκρίσουμε πάλι με τσίπουρο θέλω, όταν με το καλό γυρίσεις!