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Bob Dylan -- Hurricane Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter patty valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, my god, they killed them all! Here comes the story of the hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin there does patty see And another man named bello, movin around mysteriously. I didnt do it, he says, and he throws up his hands I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin, he says, and he stops One of us had better call up the cops. And so patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin In the hot new jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In paterson thats just the way things go. If youre black you might as well not show up on the street less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin around He said, I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates. And miss patty valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this ones not dead So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin and they haul rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin eye Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy! Yes, heres the story of the hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubins in south america, fightin for his name While arthur dexter bradleys still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin the screws to him, lookin for somebody to blame. Remember that murder that happened in a bar? Remember you said you saw the getaway car? You think youd like to play ball with the law? Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin that night? Dont forget that you are white. Arthur dexter bradley said, Im really not sure. Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bello Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. Youll be doin society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He aint no gentleman jim. Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay And when its over Id just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of rubins cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made rubins witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder one, guess who testified? Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fools hand? To see him obviously framed Couldnt help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. Thats the story of the hurricane, But it wont be over till they clear his name And give him back the time hes done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.

Δεν την ξέχασα. Δεν είχα λόγο να την βάλω. Οι στίχοι δεν είναι της Kylie.

Βέβαια, οι στίχοι δεν είναι των Διάφανων Κρίνων.... Είναι μελοποιημένο ποίημα και το όνομα του ποιητή αναγράφεται στο πίσω μέρος του δίσκου. Δες το και πόσταρε το.

Αν βρεις κάποιο που να εκμεταλλεύεται την φωνή του και τις σουδές του στη Βυζαντινή Μουσική, ρίξ'το.

Βαριά σεκλέτια έχω α...πόψε Και η καρδιά μου είναι κλειστή Βλέπω να φεύγει απ' τη ζωή μου Εκείνη που 'χω ερω..τευ....τεί Με παρέσυρε το ρέμα Μάνα μου δεν είναι ψέμα Καίγομαι γι' αυτή και λιώνω Την αγαπώ Με τραβούν τα βήματά της Η κακούργα η ομορφιά της Κι αν μου φύγει κάποια μέρα θα τρελαθώ Στον ύπνο μέσα φεύγει η καρδιά μου Την βλέπω μ' άλλον να μ' απατά Και με τρομάζουν τα όνειρά μου αν βγουν στο τέλος αληθινά

Με τη φετεινή πλημμύρα Όρη και βουνά επήρα Είδα μάνα να φωνάζει Και βαριά ν'αναστενάζει Το μωρό το μικρό το παιδί μου Σώσε μου το και παρ'τη ζωή μου. Έπεσα για να το σώσω βρε Κόντεψα να μη γλυτώσω Με παράσυρε το ρέμα βρε Μάνα μου δεν είναι ψέμα Μες το ρέμα κολυμπούσα βρε Να το σώσω δεν μπορούσα Μόλις βγήκα στη στεριά Δυό παιδιά και μιά γρηά Σ'ένα δέντρο ανεβασμένοι Εγλυτώσαν οι καυμένοι Περιστέρι και Μοσχάτο βρε Τα καν'όλα άνω κάτω Καμίνια και Αγια Σωτήρα Τα 'πνιξ' όλα η πλημμύρα.

Μ' αίμα χτισμένο, κάθε πέτρα και καημός κάθε καρφί του, πίκρα και λυγμός μα όταν γυρίζαμε το βράδυ απ'τη δουλειά εγώ και 'κείνη, όνειρα φιλιά. Το 'δερν' ο αγέρας κι η βροχή μα ήταν λιμάνι κι αγκαλιά και γλυκιά απαντοχή αχ, το σπιτάκι μας κι αυτό ειχε ψυχή. Πάρ' το στεφάνι μας, πάρ' το γεράνι μας στη Δραπετσώνα πια δεν έχουμε ζωή κράτα το χέρι μου και πάμε αστέρι μου εμείς θα ζήσουμε κι ας είμαστε φτωχοί. Ένα κρεβάτι και μια κούνια στη γωνιά στην τρύπια στέγη του άστρα και πουλιά κάθε του πόρτα ιδρώτας κι αναστεναγμός κάθε παράθυρό του κι ουρανός. Κι όταν ερχόταν η βραδιά μες το στενό σοκκάκι ξεφαντώναν τα παιδιά αχ, το σπιτάκι μας κι αυτό είχε καρδιά. Πάρ' το στεφάνι μας, πάρ' το γεράνι μας στη Δραπετσώνα πια δεν έχουμε ζωή κράτα το χέρι μου και πάμε αστέρι μου εμείς θα ζήσουμε κι ας είμαστε φτωχοί

They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face [Chorus] On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day he came with a single red rose Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" [Chorus] On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Empty spaces - what are we living for? Abandoned places - I guess we know the score.. On and on! Does anybody know what we are looking for? Another hero - another mindless crime. Behind the curtain, in the pantomime. Hold the line! Does anybody want to take it anymore? The show must go on! The show must go on! Inside my heart is breaking, My make-up may be flaking, But my smile, still, stays on! Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance. Another heartache - another failed romance. On and on! Does anybody know what we are living for? I guess I'm learning. I must be warmer now.. I'll soon be turning round the corner now. Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free! The show must go on! The show must go on! Yeah! Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking! My make-up may be flaking! But my smile, still, stays on! Yeah! oh oh oh My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends! The show must go on! Yeah! The show must go on! I'll face it with a grin! I'm never giving in! On with the show! I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on! On with the, On with the show! The show must go on.

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While theres a wind and the stars and the rainbow Till the mountains crumble into the plain Oh yes well keep on tryin Tread that fine line Oh well keep on tryin yeah Just passing our time While we live according to race, colour or creed While we rule by blind madness and pure greed Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion Through the eons, and on and on Oh yes well keep on tryin Well tread that fine line Oh well keep on tryin Till the end of time Till the end of time Through the sorrow all through our splendour Dont take offence at my innuendo You can be anything you want to be Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be Be free with your tempo, be free be free Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself Oooh, ooh - If theres a God or any kind of justice under the sky If theres a point, if theres a reason to live or die If theres an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask Oh yes well keep on trying Hey tread that fine line Yeah well keep on smiling yeah And whatever will be - will be Well just keep on trying Well just keep on trying Till the end of time Till the end of time Till the end of time

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...**** you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end

Oι στίχοι είναι του Κυριαζή.

Broken Sword: The Sleeping Dragon και Doom3 όποτε το θυμηθώ.