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pelegrino

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In this thread I will put some old and carelessly done recordings of songs from THEORY "X" which is mostly written in rhyming Greek verse, and I will have a go at translating them into English. Once I make some short of a video of any of them I will be linking it to youtube.
Comments and constructive criticism on either the lyrics or the music are most welcome, but have some pity on me on the quality of the recordings. I am only a musician, not a sound engineer. :)

youtube link:
RECALLING AND NARRATING

THEORY "X" => SPRING MORNING SOLILOQUY

RECALLING AND NARRATING

A morning monologue takes me to trips,
makes me to love for ever, to love the same things;
||: Each morning, Spring will see me sleepless,
singing of what I love, to it writing my epics. :||

I recall my lovers, and all male and female friends,
what madness that I sailed so far from Hercule's pillars,
||: in a unknown ocean, without a hope,
seeking a mythical, lost Atlantis. :||

I recall eyes, clear skies, endless songs,
joys and griefs passing as in a frantic dance,
||: I recall lights, aromas, a few timid flowers,
What I recall I love and I'm narrating. :||
 
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Amalia

youtube link:
AMALIA

THEORY "X" => IN A LEAP YEAR =>> AMALIA'S MANUSCRIPT

AMALIA

She looks much travelled,
a woman who understands,
a woman who knows a little of my heart,
I open up to her without misgiving.

Whatever way I look at her, she understands,
both as a notional being and as a lover,
Love without a doubt,
Amalia is something like that.

Chorus
The combination a little rare,
the blonde hair a heavenly concept,
||: dark eyes, a knife stab to the heart,
And her heart devoted somewhere. :||

Complicated, strange, almost absent,
you cannot read easily the eye,
tender the caress on her hair,
her bosom diffuses aroma.

Somehow grim, somehow joyful,
she seems to be saying, to be hiding... something,
maybe that's the way I like her:
Like a heavy, sweet tasting cigarette.

Chorus
Search, I say, search, find her somewhere,
inside your heart somewhere, tie her up,
||: and just let her there seeking the "impassioned",
In a world lonely and indifferent. :||
 
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A Pose Diner/the Cigars

youtube link:
A POSE DINER/THE CIGARS

THEORY "X" => DESCRIBING THE NIGHT no. 1 =>> CHANIA

A POSE DINER/THE CIGARS

A POSE DINER

By describing the night,
I describe my time,
the time I have lost you,
And I don’t have you by my side.

And I write to you about all night roaming,
about drunkenness and dope,
about small bars, small moons,
and helter-skelter cultures.

I had with Manolis
a fine and pose diner,
I'm just describing the nice bits,
the rest I leave out.

THE CIGARS

Before our wine was finished,
before our drunkenness started,
Manolis went and brought
two very respectful looking cigars.

We were smoking and watching
the promenaders passing by,
a world that goes and comes,
a world that goes nowhere.

The cigar is endless
and the world does not end,
they become one blend,
you live through it, you get high.
 
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What Is The Colour Of Loneliness

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WHAT IS THE COLOUR OF LONELINESS

THEORY "X" => STOLEN ROSES

WHAT IS THE COLOUR OF LONELINESS

I'm smoking my morning joint
coming back from my night roaming,
feeling attracted to Maro,
but about you… how I suffer…
how I suffer… how I suffer pain.

Maro who has something of your voice
and something of your soul,
your skies couldn't contain her
and she becomes a new beginning…
prayer… and era.

Chorus
What is the colour of loneliness, we two have learned,
like all humans we also made quite a few mistakes,
and this counts,
The colour that loneliness has I turn into a melody
And a choir of angels sings to me
Your sweet name.

And you… if you have something of her soul
and something of her voice,
you are not but a version of hers,
maybe the most permanent who… all naked…
corresponds.

I'm smoking my morning joint
humming a tune,
Feeling attracted to Maro,
But I love you… I love you…
I love you.

Chorus: the same - fade out
 
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFJ6r-2ja4c

THEORY "X" => IN A LEAP YEAR =>> AMALIA'S MANUSCRIPT

AMALIA

She looks much travelled,
a woman who understands,
a woman who knows a little of my heart,
I open up to her without misgiving.

Whatever way I look at her, she understands,
both as a notional being and as a lover,
Love without a doubt,
Amalia is something like that.

Chorus
The combination a little rare,
the blonde hair a heavenly concept,
||: dark eyes, a knife stab to the heart,
And her heart devoted somewhere. :||

Complicated, strange, almost absent,
you cannot read easily the eye,
tender the caress on her hair,
her bosom diffuses aroma.

Somehow grim, somehow joyful,
she seems to be saying, to be hiding... something,
maybe that's the way I like her:
Like a heavy, sweet tasting cigarette.

Chorus
Search, I say, search, find her somewhere,
inside your heart somewhere, tie her up,
||: and just let her there seeking the "impassioned",
In a world lonely and indifferent. :||

A concrete poem! :)
 
youtube link:
WHAT I HAVE SUFFERED FOR LOVE
(video: South Crete-Ierapetra-upper promenade in heavy south weather-March 2013)


WHAT I HAVE SUFFERED FOR LOVE

Everything seems deserted to me, and the west wind blows,
Layabouts drink coffee under the tents,
Everything seems deserted to me, and the west wind blows.

Everything seems deserted to me, inside and outside me,
The summers have passed and how shall I endure it?
Everything seems deserted to me, inside and outside me.

I fought with them all I could, impassioned in their blue,
In their sweet expectations and in their postponements,
I fought with them all I could, impassioned in their blue.

And sometimes I fell in love from the depths of my heart,
And what I've suffered for love I have not suffered in any other way,
And what I've suffered for love I have not suffered in any other way.
 
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