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ΣΕ ΜΙΑ ΠΡΟΣΠΑΘΕΙΑ ΜΑΣ ΝΑ ΒΟΗΘΗΣΟΥΜΕ ΝΕΟΥΣ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙΣΤΕΣ ΚΑΙ GROUP ΣΑΣ ΠΡΟΣΚΑΛΟΥΜΕ ΟΣΟΙ ΘΕΛΕΤΕ ΝΑ ΑΝΑΡΤΗΣΟΥΜΕ ΣΤΟ SITE ΜΑΣ ΣΥΝΑΥΛΙΕΣ ΚΑΙ EVENT'S
Pearl Jam – Nothing as It Seems
Don't feel like home. He's a little out.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.
One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.
It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.
One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.
It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.
Γυρνωντας πισω .....τα βλεπεις ολα αλλιωτικα απο εκεινα που νομιζες πως ηταν οταν τα ζουσες...Οταν κατι περναει στο παρελθον αλλαζει μορφη ..παντα..
Βλεπεις πως δεν ειναι ετσι ακριβως..Πως αλλη εικονα ειχες ....
Εκεινα ολα που ονειρευοσουν εκεινα ολα που ηταν σταθερες στην ζωη σου τωρα φανταζουν τοσο μετεωρα..τοσο ανυποστατα...Λες κ ζουσες σ ενα παραλληλο συμπαν ...πρωταγωνιστης κ θεατης ταυτοχρονα της ιδιας σου της ζωης!!!
Κ ολο κ ολο τελικα που ηθελες ηταν να ανηκεις καπου ..να νοιωθεις πως ειναι ΤΟ ΣΠΙΤΙ ΣΟΥ οχι με την εννοια ενος οικοδομηματος...αλλα με την εννοια μιας ΦΩΛΙΑΣ... Μιας ΑΓΚΑΛΙΑΣ...ενα μερος που να μπορεις να κουλουριαστεις οπως οταν ησουν στην κοιλια της μανας σου κ να μην φοβασαι να νοιωθεις εκεινη την απιστευτη αισθηση αφαλειας που ενοιωθες στην αγκαλια της .....τη σιγουρια που ενοιωθες οταν ο πατερας σου σου κραταγε σφιχτα τ χερι στα πρωτα αβεβαια βηματα σου ...ΣΠΙΤΙ.............................
Ηθελες να μην νοιωθεις ενα κατα λαθος γεννημα....να ομως που τελικα ολα ειναι αλλιως ....κ η ζωη ενα αστικο λεωφορειο ..επιβιβαζεσαι με εισιτιριο χωρις επιστροφη ..κανεις τη διαδρομη σου κ αποβιβαζεσαι στο τελος...Ισως ειναι δικη σου επιλογη σε ποιες στασεις θα σταματησεις κ για ποσο θα μεινεις σε καθε σταθμο ....... Ομως παντα αυτο θα ψαχνεις....ΤΟ ΣΠΙΤΙ...ΤΗ ΦΩΛΙΑ..ΕΚΕΙ ΟΠΟΥ ΘΑ ΗΘΕΛΕΣ ΝΑ ΑΝΗΚΕΙΣ...........κ ΠΑΝΤΑ ΣΤΟ ΤΕΛΟΣ ΤΗΣ ΔΙΑΔΡΟΜΗΣ ΦΤΑΝΕΙΣ ΜΟΝΟΣ.....Οσοι κ αν υπηρξαν συνεπιβατες σου στο ταξιδι αυτο στο τελος οταν ερχεται η στιγμη ν κατεβεις εισαι ΠΑΝΤΑ ΜΟΝΟΣ........................................................................................................................
