hush darlin'

all dust and bones

dee — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 00:36:37 +0000

Σκονη…κριμα!και επαιζε ωραιο μπαντζο

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jenny's saga

dee — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 22:07:57 +0000

jenny’s saga

(ενα ηθικοπλαστικο τραγουδι για την Τζεννυ,που παντα εκανε το δικο της)

Music: Kurt Weill
Lyrics: Ira Gershwin

Jenny made her mind up when she was three
She herself was going to trim the Christmas tree
Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away
Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas day Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
She lost one dad and mother, a sister and a brother,
But she would make up her mind

Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve
That into foreign languages she would delve
But at seventeen to Vassar, it was quite a blow
That in twenty-seven languages she couldn’t say no
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
To Jenny I’m beholden, her heart was big and golden
But she would make up her mind

Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two
To get herself a husband was the thing to do
She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband–but he wasn’t hers

Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses
That she would make up her mind

Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one
She would write her memoirs before she was done
The very day her book was published, history relates,
There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states

Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five
She would live to be the oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks,
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six
Jenny points a moral with which you cannot quarrel,
Makes a lot of common sense–
Jenny and her saga prove that you’re gaga
If you don’t keep sitting on the fence

Jenny and her story point the way to glory
To all man and womankind
Anyone with vision comes to this decision–
Don’t make up your mind

here comes the snake

dee — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 18:21:47 +0000

Here comes the snake

by cherry poppin daddies

Here comes the snake and he circles your leg
He’s come to play and make your
body parts shake baby
He comes swervin’ down your hall
It’ll feel so good when he gives it his allHe’s like a jail and you need an escape
Want you to come get a file in your cake
I know he did you wrong and I’m nere to give ya
what you wanted all along
Here comes the snakeYes, I believe but I’d rather not pray
What I believe in I’d rather not say baby
Did your God show you the door
Well, I’m here to eat your apple to the core
Here comes the snake

παρισι-αθηνα

dee — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:19:28 +0000

vertigogo

dee — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 22:31:39 +0000

Do yah dot’n duy
ba da dot’n duy yah
oo-ee dot’n duy.

Oo-ee zabba duy
do yah zabba dot’n
doo-ee dot’n duy.

Zoo-ee bah,dabba do yah
da da dwee-a-dabba
da da ba-da da da DWEE-a dada!

buh-dee,buh-die,buh-doy,buh-dot’n duy
buh-dee,buh-dot’n duy.

Buh-dee,buh-die,buh-doy,buh-dot’n duy
buh-dee,buh-dot’n duy.

Zoo-ee bah,dabba do yah
da da dwee-a-dabba
da da ba-da da da DWEE-a dada!

Aaaaaaaaah.
aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ah.
aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ah.
Ooh,ooh…
Oooooooooooh.

Do yah dot’n duy
ba da dot’n duy yah
oo-ee dot’n duy.

Oo-ee zabba duy
do yah zabba dabba
doo-ee dot’n duy.

Zoo-ee bah dabba do yah
da da do-yah dabba
da da ba-da da da DWEE-a dada!

da da ba-da da da DWEE-a dada!

AAAIIII!!

γουορκ χαντεν'τ δε ντειβολ ….πολυποδιο συμπλεγμα

dee — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 21:01:31 +0000

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ζω ενα δραμα

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με τοσα ποδια

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δεν βρισκω

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ποτε

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αρκετα

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παπουτσια

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και ετσι….

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αναγκαστικα!

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οτι φορω

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ειναι παραταιρο

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αυτο λοιπον, εχει

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ως συνεπεια ,

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να βιωνω

το συνδρομο

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της πολλαπλης

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κοπιραιτ

τοσο απλα ,λεμε…..

I never promised you a rose garden

dee — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 02:52:03 +0000

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that's why the lady is a tramp

dee — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 15:53:17 +0000

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I don’t like crap games, with barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I’m broke, it’s o’k
Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

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I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I’m flat, that’s that
I’m alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
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αυτες ειναι οι επιλογες.αν ξεχασα κατι παρακαλω υπενθυμηστε το μου
και τελος τριλογιας για το ισχυρο φυλλο
προς το παρον…

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