PRIVATE THOUGHTS

I've worn these boots since 11/1

It's just a matter of time till dawn

Ninty nine days and today remain

Captain approached recognition failed

Whisper a song kick a rock. I heard

Yesterday riots ruled city's roads

Fifty nine days and today remain

same stupid thoughts and a tired brain

How do we deal with our problem at ease

Outside the world is burning and we're guarding the trees

And again a weapon is pressing my chest

That puts my temper to the test.

Killing two hours thinking aint that fair

Sleepless, tired guarding the air

"Attention!! Parade, present your arms"

In favor of leaders that do you harm

Educated youngsters unemployed and old

An immigrant nation living abroad

And again the drowned are grabbing their hair

Fingers are aching so chop off the head

Cut your hair and shave your face

Polish these boots be proud of your race

Be strong! Carry this marble head

A crumbling Parthenon on our childhood bed

FINAL ACT (Η ΚΟΛΑΣΗ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΟΙ ΑΛΛΟΙ)

Tonight again
he'll wake from his sleep
he's ready to play

The crowds await
the colorful boy
the joker the prey

Oh, his grievous smile is widened
his moves are neurotic he's ready to blow
The madman is laughing inside the ballroom
and blood tears he cries he knows that they are doomed

His big blue eyes
a reflecting mirror
to capture their souls

The kings arise
and fondle the boy
for playing his role

Oh, his grievous smile is widened
his moves are neurotic he's ready to blow
The madman is laughing inside the white room
and blood tears he cries he knows that they are doomed

"And I know I've been wasting my time on the show
I know I've been fooling myself for so long"

HAZE

All my life I have been
playing chess with wounded king
Where I lost, now I stand
on black square with a loaded gun.
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Someone is watching you somewhere
always knows when you are not alone
your daddy seems to care
so that you don't have to care at all
I am fed up with your mess
my mind is burning

My blue skies are dressed in black
now I'm cleaning up this haze
who remains with eyes wide shut
I will spit back in their face

The trees inside your yard
never grow because you chop them down
you've got chains around your heart
that you've never tried to live without
I will not lose my strength
keep on burning

My blue skies are dressed in black
now I'm cleaning up this haze
who remains with eyes wide shut
I will spit back in their face

SORROW

Oh, trying not to fall

is hard when you feel high

betraying all your thoughts

when darkest fears accost

When life appears to end

and even your last friend

has left you, carry on and climb

this mountain made of sorrow

Try not to fall 

the path you chose to

follow

you have to walk alone my friend

believe in yourself and

hold on

this world has proved before

that love brings new

tomorrow

and light in hazy shades that used

to cover mankind’s past

God won’t be with you this time

he’s busy with his world

he will be by your side

the hour you reach the top

and looking from above

the life you led before

you feel so wise because you climbed

this mountain made of

sorrow

try not to fall The path you chose to

follow

you have to walk alone my friend

believe in yourself and

hold on

this world has proved before

that love brings new

tomorrow

and light in hazy shades that used

to cover mankind’s past

Endless void… I am not afraid to fall

And I’ll climb again and I’ll fall

THESSALONIKISS MY ASS

My city is not the city of angels
Mother of a thousand kings
people don't walk on ivory pavements
but cavil on shady narrow streets

And sometimes when I walk through her alleys
stepping aeons beneath me feet
I feel the sun stops moving in orbit
and makes his way back to the East

My city is not the city of angels
but mother of all refugees
you may not be a saint or believer
her heaven holds a place for thee

And in hard times with irrepressible problems
we're drinking coffee by the sea

Yet I'm feeling fine trying to live in this city
that eats her babies makes me nervous
these monuments do not look so pretty
a sole survivor among others
living on my own
and I feel obliged to compromise with
concrete life that's left to rule my world