A keresés eredménye

Disco Willy

I bought two red boots
Disco, disco, disco willy
And a green-yellowish tie
Disco, disco, disco willy
A striped shirt, a Pierre Cardin scarf
And a printed suit with no revers
Disco, disco, disco willy
Disco, disco, disco willy
 
Fish doesn't live on land
Fish doesn't live on land
Neither does a young communist 1 (live) with freaks
Neither does a young communist with...
Disco, disco, disco willy
Disco, disco, disco willy
 
I shaved your armpit hair
Disco, disco, disco willy
You bought me the record of Paschalis 2
Disco, disco, disco willy
We took the funicular to go up to Lycabettus 3
 
Fish doesn't live on land
Fish doesn't live on land
Neither does a communist (live) with freaks
Neither does a communist with...
Disco, disco, disco willy
Disco, disco, disco willy
 

Ode to asshole

Glass in front, lamp behind
Fucking, fantasy
You wanna see, don't wanna live
In the loneliness, of the Wild West
 
Asshole, asshole
 
Five orphans and a widow
Swiming on, a catheter
Many boobs, the same penises
And your life, is crumbling
 
Asshole, asshole
 
Tripe soup, with legs
Free food, for the crows
Sharp nails, with black mournings
In the same hand, the whole nation
 
Asshole, asshole
 
From the anus, to the vagina
You both got lost somewhere
In a live, cemetary
In an anomalous, conservatoire
 
Asshole, asshole
 

Obi obi bi

I want to tell you sweetie
The pleasure factory
You hide between your legs
It's an amazing tool
 
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
 
It sometimes bleeds
It's self-lubricated it's juicy
Bullshit
Doesn't concern the pussy
 
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
 
What can the congressmen tell us
The party-dogs
We're talking about hits
The song of songs
 
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
 
It sometimes bleeds
It's self-lubricated it's juicy
Bullshit
Doesn't concern the pussy
 
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
 
God gave you this thing
You did nothing
Don't protect it girl
Give it to the people
 
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
Obi obi bi, obi obi bi
Obi obi bi it will get in the machine
 

No more Dalaras

No more Dalaras, Parios and Alexiou
Ritsos for the nescients, cafe culture
Discotsifteteli, for the Americans
Neogreeks, are dancing, doggystyle
With bells
 
No more songs, plastic full of fat
Immigration and poverty and in the depth a garden
All the songs, just for you
My sweetheart (1), my sweetheart, my sweetheart
For you
For you wearing black
Strass and spikes
The crown of thorns
The Rayban glasses
For you my angel
I'll go to the calvary
To perform a concert of gipsylaika
Hendrix and Kazantzidis, 10000 watt
So that the cops and the SWATs will shit their pants
 
No more songs about motorcycles
No more songs for vampire rebetes
No more songs for the low-income
Free, free, free
And beautiful
 
No more songs about the huge masses
Bubblegum songs without bravery and morals
All the songs, just for you
My sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart
For you
For you wearing black
Strass and spikes
The crown of thorns
The Rayban glasses
For you my angel
I'll go to the calvary
To perform a concert of gipsylaika
Hendrix and Kazantzidis, 10000 watt
So that the cops and the SWATs will shit their pants
 

A song for the winter

No, it isn't my mother's fault
Not even what the doctors say
Or what my dad wants to believe
A hormonal imbalance
 
Not it's not my beauty
And my feminine ways
Not even my childhood friend little George
That we played with each other since we were little
 
The single son of middle class parents
With a great upbringing
But they pointed and laughed at me at school
And called me a faggot
 
Because I didn't take the weed
That many passed to me
To play the macho boy
With the big c*ck
 
I have a circus in my heart
The change carried me away
I inserted silicone in my breasts
And had a fake vagina
 
I waste myself at nights
With their recipe
I sell my dreams to those who don't sleep
And they fuck a wound
 
My embrace is a hotel
For kamikaze lovers
and the landlady has freaked out
With me and the arsonists
 
I have a tummy ache
I feel it carrying a child
I'll spread my intestines
On the rooftop
With clothespins
And I will hang my hermaphroditic babies
I, the first transgender mother
 

Neogreek

Versions: #2
I'm diving in a cesspit of images
I inflate my breasts with hormones
I want to be like the Americans
But I also secretly like Mitropanos 1
 
Greek, neogreek
 
The willow's flowers have withered
And the short lemon tree has grown
but in Salona they don't slaughter lambs
The duckling doesn't reach the river
 
And the priest's naked wife
Caresses an appliance she won
In a fixed game show
 
Strange little bird
Lost bird
She eats my intestines
But I say nothing
 
I burn the trees and build duplexes
I'm going to make my children puppets
In a cage-like office like a wild animal
playing an endless silent solo
 
Greek. neogreek
 
The willow's flowers have withered
And the short lemon tree has grown
but in Salona they don't slaughter lambs
The duckling doesn't reach the river
 
And the priest's naked wife
Caresses an appliance she won
In a fixed game show
 
Strange little bird
Lost bird
She eats my intestines
But I say nothing
 
An adidas mousetraps caught my at heel
I confuse the jukebox with a barrel organ
Under the cypress tree beneath my grave
A black turtle has pissed on me
 
Greek, neogreek
 
The willow's flowers have withered
And the short lemon tree has grown
but in Salona they don't slaughter lambs
The duckling doesn't reach the river
 
And the priest's naked wife
Caresses an appliance she won
In a fixed game show
 
Strange little bird
Lost bird
She eats my intestines
But I say nothing.
 

• 1. Dimitrios Mitropanos (2 April 1948 – 17 April 2012) was a Greek singer of Laïkó, a Greek music style.