I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll never know And I think to myself what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Σήμερα θα γίνω αισιόδοξος και θα ανεβάσω ένα βίντεο από ένα υπέρ άσμα το: My Way του Frank Sinatra. Μου άρεσε από την πρώτη φορά που το άκουσα και το θυμήθηκα χθες που το άκουσα σε ένα Δήμο που γιόρταζε
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Και οι στοίχοι: And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear; I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full - I've travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way.
Σήμερα συμπληρώθηκαν 40 χρόνια από τον θάνατο του μέγιστου μουσικού: Τζίμι Χέντριξ, ο οποίος ήταν ένας βασικός συντελεστής της μαγεία της δεκαετίας των 60. Ενας παράγοντας που τον κάνει ακόμα περισσότερο αξιοθαύμαστο είναι ότι έμαθε να παίζει κιθάρα μόνος του.
Το τραγούδι αυτό το έπαιξε ζωντανά στο Woodstock και αν προσέξετε το σόλο της κιθάρας είναι σαν να ακούγεται ένα πολυβόλο όπλο:
Ολοι θα καταλάβατε ότι ειρωνεύεται όταν λέει πως το αφιερώνει στους στρατιώτες που πολεμάνε στο Σικάγο και στο Milwaukee, μιας και ο πόλεμος του Βιετνάμ ήταν μία τραυματική εμπειρία για τις ΗΠΑ και σημαδέυτηκε από πολλές εξεργέσεις φοιτητών που αρνούνταν να πάνε να πολεμήσουν.
Χθες είχα μία κουβέντα με μία φίλη η οποία μου έλεγε ότι η ζωή του ανθρώπου είναι θείο δώρο οπότε πρέπει να την προσέχουμε. Συμφωνώ εν μέρη αλλά υπάρχει και η άλλη άποψη:
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And as the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan