Τετάρτη, 21 Ιανουαρίου 2009

Fuck everyone!


Στο σχολειο,στο σπιτι,παντου μαθαινεις
να εισαι καλος ανθρωπος,καλο παιδι..
Και οταν βγεις εξω στη 'ζωη' τρως τα μουτρα σου..
Τελικα τι αξιζει?
να'σαι καλος και να σε πηδανε,
η κακος και να εισαι ΕΣΥ καλα?
Μαλλον ο δρομος του καλου παιδιου
δεν οδηγει πουθενα..
Τερμα. Δεν το θελω αλλο.
Και η μαλακια ειναι οτι δεν σε
καταλαβαινει κανεις ρε γαμωτο,
οταν εχεις την ταμπελα!!!!
ΡΕ ΠΟΥΣΤΗ ΜΟΥ, ΕΓΩ ΕΙΜΑΙ ΚΑΛΟΣ,
Η ΟΙ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΙ ΠΟΝΗΡΟΙ ΚΑΙ ΜΑΛΑΚΕΣ?????
ΔΕΝ ΞΕΡΩ!!!!!ΣΚΑΤΑ!!!
FUCK THEM ALL!
BE YOURSELF..
TRUST NO ONE!!!
FUCK EVERYONE!!!
ΚΑΛΗ ΝΥΧΤΑ ΚΑΙ ΟΝΕΙΡΑ ΓΛΥΚΑ!!
ΩΣ ΕΔΩ. ΤΕΡΜΑ...

ΕΝΔΟΠΑΛΑΜΙΟΣ ΨΕΥΔΟΣΥΝΟΥΣΙΑΣΙΣ

Τρίτη, 20 Ιανουαρίου 2009

Τhis is radio clash!


Αφου εδωσε ορκο κ ο πλανηταρχης,
Αφου ο κωστακης ειναι ακομη στη θεση του,
Αφου ο γιωργακης το παλευει ακομα για
να γινει πρωθυπουργος,
νομιζω μπορουμε να κοιμομαστε ΑΝ-υσυχοι..
Εγω λεω να γραψω στιχακια απο τους clash
που λατρευω,για να γουσταρω..
Διαβαστε,θυμηθητε,σιγοτραγουδιστε μαζι μου.

'1977'
In1977 you're on the never never
you think it can go own forever
but the papers say it's better
i dont care cause i'm not all there
No elvis,beatles or the rolling stones in1977.


'All the young punks'
all the young punks laugh your life
cause there aint much to cry for,
all the young CUNTS live it now
cause there aint much to die for.

'The prisoner'
and i look to my left
and i look to my right
and i'm looking for a man
i'm looking for a sign..
i dont wanna be the prisoner.

'white man in hammersmith palais'
Punk rockers in the uk They wont notice anyway
Theyre all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned

They got burton suits,
ha you think its funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats

If adolf hitler flew in today
Theyd send a limousine anyway


' complete control'
They said wed be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper
They meant lets make a lotsa mon-ee An worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh Ill never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast
Theyre dirty, theyre filthy
They aint gonna last!
This is joe public speaking
Im controlled in the body, controlled in the mind

Total
C-o-n control - that means you!


' Death or glory'
every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock n roll
Grabs the mike to tell us hell die before hes sold
But I believe in this-and its been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church

'clampdown'
The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
Im not working for the clampdown

No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall cause governments to fall
How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Dyou know that you can use it?


'washington bullets'

And in the bay of pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the cuban sun,
For castro is a colour, Is a redder than red,
Those washington bullets want castro dead

For castro is the colour...
...that will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in nicaragua,
There was no interference from america
Human rights in america
Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew...
With no washington bullets what else could he do?
n if you can find a afghan rebel That the moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting communist...
...ask the dalai lama in the hills of tibet,
How many monks did the chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
n check the british bullets in his armoury
Que? Sandinista!


'Rebel waltz'
I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago
I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air
I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires,
A song of the battle, that was born in the flames,
And the rebels were waltzing on air.
I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz

That was written to be danced on the battlefield
I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl
A voice that called stand till we fall
We stand till all the boys fall.

αυτα για την ωρα..
δεν ειναι απιστευτα επικαιρα ακομη και σημερα?
θα επανελθω συντομα..
Αληθεια, πιο πιστευετε οτι ειναι καλυτερο?

Κυριακή, 18 Ιανουαρίου 2009

Ο χρονος ειναι...ΚΡΙΜΑ!


Χρονος.
υπαρχει χρονος?
χρονος για τι?
μηπως ειναι φουσκα?
μηπως τρεχουμε και δεν φτανουμε?
Σκεψου!!!
Αμφισβητισε!!
Δουλευουμε για να ζουμε ανετα?
Ή ζουμε για να δουλευουμε?
Αποξενωση.
Σχεσεις, ερωτες,διασκεδαση?
ολα αυτα μας λενε κατι?
Μηπως ειναι ψιλα γραμματα
στην καθημερινοτητα μας?
Σκεψου,Αμφισβητισε!!!
Αλλα που να βρεις ΧΡΟΝΟ,ε????

Παρασκευή, 16 Ιανουαρίου 2009

Ραντεβου

Σι πιριμινω τ' αλλο καλοκαιρι
κι ιχω κριμινω στην αμμουδια ιν' αστερι
Σι πιριμινω πανω στ' ανηφορι
παλι σι θιλω μιλαχρινο μ' αγορι
μιλαχρινο μ' αγορι
μιλαχρινο μ' αγορι
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Πέμπτη, 15 Ιανουαρίου 2009

ΙΣΤΟΡΙΕΣ ΤΡΟΜΟΥ!!

Αραχτοι, ο Τασος κ η χριστινα
ακουγοντας ιστοριες τρομου για φαντασματα
απο τον Γιωργο, που ειναι λατρης αυτων των ιστοριων.
Φυσικα, δεν τον πιστευαμε.
Φανταστητε, μας ειπε μια ιστορια για εναν dj
που ειναι φαντασμα κ οτι κατα καιρους
γυρναει πισω κ παιζει μουσικη στο μαγαζι που καθομασταν..
ΧΑΧΑΧΑΧΑ,για παιδια μας περνας ρε φιλε..
σιγα μην σε πιστεψουμε....


Φωτο:Αναστασια!!!!!

Τρίτη, 13 Ιανουαρίου 2009

DEAD SOULS/joy division

Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me.

They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me,
They keep calling me.

*art by tim burton
A MEANS TO AN END/joy division

A legacy, so far removed
One day will be improved
Eternal rights beleft behind,
We were the better kind
You this day met free too,
I always looked to you (3)

We fought for good,
stood side by side
Our friendship never died
But stranger ways that froze on highs,
our vision touched the skies
Mortal list - the points to prove
I put my trust in you (3)

A house somewhere, on foreign soil
Where aching lovers called
Is this your goal, your final deeds
Where dogs and vultures eat?
Permitted still, I turned to go
I put my trust in you (4)
In you, in you, in you
Put my trust in you, in you

*art by Tim burton.

Δευτέρα, 12 Ιανουαρίου 2009

SAKE TATTOO.



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sake tattoo.
athens,halandri.
thanx mate!!!!!!
INK RULES!!!!
...TO BE CONTINIUED.....

##Medussa tattoo

Κυριακή, 11 Ιανουαρίου 2009

FUCK THIS ,LETS GO TO THE PUB!



Η ΜΕΡΑ ΦΕΥΓΕΙ,
Ο ΚΩΣΤΑΣ,Η ΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΙΑ Κ Η ΧΡΙΣΤΙΝΑ,
ΕΡΧΟΝΤΑΙ!!!
ΑΔΙΣΤΑΚΤΟΙ ΤΡΟΜΟΚΡΑΤΕΣ.
(Ο ΦΟΒΟΣ Κ Ο ΤΡΟΜΟΣ ΤΩΝ ΜΠΑΡ)

GREEN BROTHERS



FREDY,LEON,LORENS
MY GREEN ALCOHOLIC BROTHERS.
UNITED WE STAND!!!
SING LOUD SING PROUD!!!

Σάββατο, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2009

ΜΕΤΑΝΟΕΙΤΕ Η ΜΗΤΣΟΤΑΚΗΣ


Ιανουαριος 1990
1η Μερα εξωδου μετα απο 40 μερες στο στρατιωτικο ταγμα
του Μεσσολογγιου

Πρωινη προσευχη

Satan υμων
Ο εν τοις ουρανεις
Gamithito το ονομα σου
κ.λ.π κ.λπ κ.λ.π

Ουυυυυφ!!!
Τι βαρετες που ειναι οι προσευχες .

Τα Ριαλια , Ριαλια , Ριαλια
Τα Πεντολιρα , Πεντολιρα
Τζιχουντα
Η Κρητη εχει πηξει
μεσ' την Φουντα !!!

Πες μας τι πινεις και δεν μας δινεις ???

Πέμπτη, 8 Ιανουαρίου 2009

NEVER FORGOTTEN

"Something To Believe In"

I wish I was someone else
I'm confused, I'm afraid, I hate the loneliness
And there's nowhere to run to
Nothing makes any sense, but I still try my hardest

Take my hand
Please help me man
'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I don't know where to begin, to begin

If I was stupid or naive
Trying to achieve what they all call contentness
If people weren't such dicks and I never made mistakes
Then I could find forgiveness

Take my hand
Please help me man
'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I don't know where to begin, oh no

I can't be someone else
I don't feel that it's hopeless
I don't feel that I'm useless

I can't throw it all away
I need some courage to find my weakness
And with your love, I know with all my heart I can win

'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I just need something to believe in
I'm looking for something to believe in
And I just need something to believe in

JOY DIVISION

"Heart And Soul"
Instants that can still betray us
A journey that leads to the sun
Soulless and bent on destruction
Struggle between right and wrong
You take my place in the show-down
I'll observe with a pitiful eye
And humble ask for forgiveness
A request well beyond you and I
Heart and soul, one will burn (2)

An abyss that lasted creation
A circus complete with all fools
Foundations that lasted the ages
Then ripped apart at their roots
Beyond all this good the terror
The grip of a mercenary hand
When savagery returns
for good reason
There's no turning back the last stand
Heart and soul, one will burn (2)

Existence-well what does it matter
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand (2)
Heart and soul, one will burn (2)
One will burn, one will burn
Heart and Soul, one will burn

RANCID LIVE!




tim,lars,matt freeman and me
on the rancid show in glasgow.
hell of an evening..

KLAUS NOMI

Τετάρτη, 7 Ιανουαρίου 2009

Aβγα Ματ - Ματια : Η συνταγη της ημερας


Υλικα

Μια κυβερνηση
Δυο αβγα ( Χρειαζονται πολλα αβγα , αλλα τελος παντων )
Ενα ματσακι Ξυλο (πολυ ξυλο χρειαζεται)
Δυο ματια
Μισο κουταλακι της σουπας δακρυγονα
Αλατι
Πιπερι
Τεσσερα γραμμαρια σφαιρες
Ενας δεκαπενταχρονος
Μισο κιλο τρομοκρατικης οργανωσης
15 γραμμαρια ανικανου Πρωθυπουργου
6 κιλα Πεπεροντσινου Υπουργου
και 35 Οκαδες Μπακογιαννη


ΕΚΤΕΛΕΣΗ

Τσιγαριζετε το μισο κιλο της κυβερνησης σ' ενα Τεφαλ τηγανι , ( Οταν ετοιμαστει θα ακουσετε τον χαρακτηριστικο ηχο "(Τσουρου-Τσουρου )" , προσθετετε μισο κουταλακι απο Σαμαρα για να καει ο κωλος μας , αλατωνετε , περιπεπερωνετε , παραπεριπεριπιριπαραπιπερωνετε , περοπιροπαραπαραπιπερωνετε , τοποθετειτε τα δυο αβγα μπροστα στα ματια σας , ξαναπεροπαραπιπαπιπερωνετε , και οταν το ευγεστο γευστικοτατο γευμα ετοιμαστει , Σερβιρεται κρυο οπως η εκδικηση !!!

Do you remember rock n roll radio.?

television

tom verlaine

Jim Jarmusch, Klaus Nomi, Christopher Parker,

suicide

patti smith


David Godlis - CBGB & PUNK


1976/78..
somewhere in time.
someplace in new york.

ΣΙΩΠΗ


Μετρωντας
τις ωρες
που πηγαζουν
απο τα ρολογια της σιωπης ,
το ανθρωπινο κτηνος
βαδιζει
τη ζωη του .


Graffics:Viktor Koen

Τρίτη, 6 Ιανουαρίου 2009

PUNK BROTHER /UNITY

no matter what..
your my fucking punk brother.
join me..
the best dj in greece!!
fuck yeahh!!!!
peace,love!

dont forget the alcohol.

Christine & Anastasia.
thanx for the memories..guys
boozing summer'08.
antiparos!!

RESPECT

me, and tim 'fucking' armstrong.
rancid show in glasgow,scotland,
02/11/08..
that night rancid..was fucking amazing!!!
many thanx to anastasia who WAS THERE for me..
After all we're still hooligans,right??????

PUNK ROCK WARLORD

hello,fuckers..
this is our new corner of thoughts..
anyone with an' open mind,
..we want you..
as the mighty joe strummer said:
STAY FREE!!!!