Cat Stevens - Lady Darbanville

[nimbus]

My lady d’arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My lady d’arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

My lady d’arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

My lady d’arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.

My lady d’arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.

La la la la la....

My lady d’arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.

[nimbus]

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

[nimbus]

Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,
Oh if I ever lose my hands, oh if.... I won’t have to work no more.
And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, oh if.... I won’t have to cry no more.

And if I ever lose my legs, I won’t moan, and I won’t beg,
Yes if I ever lose my legs, oh if.... I won’t have to walk no more.
And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, oh if.... I won’t have to talk...

Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? and are you gonna stay the night?

[nimbus]

How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you, but my words
Just blow away, just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say
Wherever I am girl, I’m always walking with you
I’m always walking with you, but I look and you’re not there
Whoever I’m with, I’m always, always talking to you
I’m always talking to you, and I’m sad that
You can’t hear, sad that you can’t hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey,
When I look and you’re not there
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore
And -- each night and day I pray, in hope
That I might find you, in hope that I might
Find you, because heart’s can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can’t think of right words to say

[bonepeeler]

Cat Stevens - The First Cut Is The Deepest


I would have given you all of my heart
but there's someone who's torn it apart
and she's taking almost all that I've got
but if you want, I'll try to love again
baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worse
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

I still want you by my side
just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
cause I'm sure gonna give you a try
and if you want, I'll try to love again
but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

'Cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worse
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

[bonepeeler]

Cat Stevens - Where Do The Children Play

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
Will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

[Alexander]

Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa


She hangs her head and cries in my shirt
She must be hurt very badly
Tell me what's making you sadly
Open your door, don't hide in the dark
You're lost in the dark, you can trust me
'Cause you know that's how it must be

Lisa, Lisa
Sad Lisa, Lisa

Her eyes like windows tricklin' rain
Upon her pain getting deeper
Tho' my love wants to relieve her
She walks alone from wall to wall
Tho' I know she likes to be near me

Lisa, Lisa
Sad Lisa, Lisa

She sits in a corner by the door
There must be more I can tell her
If she really wants me to help her
I'll do what I can to show her the way
And maybe someday I will free her
Tho' I know no one can see her

Lisa, Lisa
Sad Lisa, Lisa

[arxaios]

Και ποιά άλλα να πρωτοθυμηθεί κανείς από τον δημιουργό αυτό..............

Father & son
Peace Train
Wild world κ.α.

Μεγάλο κρίμα το ότι ασπάσθηκε τον μωαμεθανισμό, ονομάστηκε Youssef Islam και παράτησε - απαρνήθηκε την μουσική ακολουθόντας τα διδάγματα σκληροπυρηνικών διδαχών της θρησκείας αυτής.

[nimbus]

Αρχικά δημιουργήθηκε από arxaios
Και ποιά άλλα να πρωτοθυμηθεί κανείς από τον δημιουργό αυτό..............

Father & son
Peace Train
Wild world κ.α.

Μεγάλο κρίμα το ότι ασπάσθηκε τον μωαμεθανισμό, ονομάστηκε Youssef Islam και παράτησε - απαρνήθηκε την μουσική ακολουθόντας τα διδάγματα σκληροπυρηνικών διδαχών της θρησκείας αυτής.

κι όχι μόνο

το hard headed woman, το the wind, το just another night, το where do the children play

:wacko:

[arxaios]

Και μιά φαινομενικά άσχετη ερώτηση, που όμως στον ερωτόντα θα πει πολλά.........

CD ή Βινύλιο ;;;;;;;;;;

[nimbus]

Αρχικά δημιουργήθηκε από arxaios
Και μιά φαινομενικά άσχετη ερώτηση, που όμως στον ερωτόντα θα πει πολλά.........

CD ή Βινύλιο ;;;;;;;;;;

εγώ σε cdάκια τα έχω αυτά τα κομμάτια

σε βυνιλιο το έχει ένα φιλαρακι

[arxaios]

Η ερώτηση βινύλιο ή CD, δεν έχει να κάνει με το σε τι έτυχε να τα έχουμε αυτά τα κομμάτια, αλλάάάάά……………………….πώς προτιμάμε να τα ακούμε, πως οι αισθήσεις μας τα ευχαριστιούνται καλλίτερα…………………
Προσωπικά πάντα προτιμώ τον ήχο από καλοδιατηρημένο βινύλιο. Ισως επειδή ο ήχος παράγεται από την ταλάντωση της βελόνας, να μου φαίνεται πιο γεμάτος και ζεστός από την ανάγνωση με ακτίνα………
Μάλλον όμως είναι και το προσωπικό στοιχείο, ο ομφάλιος λώρος που με συνδέει με την εφηβεία μου, που έχει πια περάσει, τα πάρτυ της εποχής, οι μικρές επαναστάσεις, οι πρώτοι έρωτες ………………..
Το cd μένει αμετάβλητο στο χρόνο ενώ το βινύλιο σαν πιο ευπαθές υλικό πρέπει να το φυλάς και να το προσέχεις. Κάθε γρατσουνιά αποκτά την δική της σημασία και σημειολογία σαν να σου διηγείται μια ιστορία από παλιότερες μέρες……………..
Πρώτος δίσκος Supertramp – Breakfast in America 1979.
Ακόμα και σήμερα είναι όπως την πρώτη μέρα και αγαπιέται το ίδιο. Ηλικία τότε 12 στα 13.

Logical song

When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well, they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, oh playfully watching me

But then they send me away
To teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And then they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable,
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

But at night when all the world’s asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple mind
Won’t you please,
Please tell me what you’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am

I said
What would you say
Now we’re calling you a radical,
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won’t you sign up your name
We’d like you to be more acceptable,
Respectable, oh presentable,
A vegetable

There are times when all the world’s asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won’t you please,
Please tell me what you’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
Who I am, who I am, who I am

(put down….. and so logical

[πανας]

το μέσο τεχνολογίας που μας εμπνέει έχει να κάνει με τα βιώματα μας. κάθε μορφή ( cd, md, βινύλιο) έχει προτερήματα και ελατώματα.νομίζω ομως πως το βινύλιο ειναι πολύ δυσχρηστο
σαν υλικό.

[arxaios]

Έχεις δίκιο σ'αυτό που λες για τα βιόματα, αλλά αν ακούσεις συγχρόνως το ίδιο κομμάτι σε CD και βινύλιο σε ακριβό ηχοσύστημα θα δεις ότι η διαφορά είναι αρκετή και το CD παράγει πιό 'ξερό' και αχρωμάτιστο ήχο.

[dez]

εμενα ποτε δε μ απασχολουσε το μεσο. Κι ολες αυτες τις συζητησεις τις εβρισκα ασκοπες. Ο μονος λογος που μ αρεσουν τα βινυλλια ειναι για τα μεγαλα εσωφυλλα τους και φυσικα ... τα 7ιντσα (κολλημενος παλια).

Αυτα περι ποιοτητας ηχου κλπ, δε με αφορουσαν ποτε καθως, ποτε δεν ειχα τοσο ακριβα ηχοσυστηματα .