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photo: Θεσσαλονίκη, Απρίλιος 2007

Five places which are not.

Τώρα εγώ δεν έχω καταλάβει ακριβώς τι πέντε πρέπει να γράψω. Πέντε ιδανικά μέρη διακοπών, πέντε αγαπημένους προορισμούς ή πέντε σιχαμένα σημεία τα οποία πρέπει να αποφύγεις πάση θυσία; Αν κρίνω από τον Moto…boy άκρη δε βγάζω. Whateva. I’ll give it a shot.

Πέντε τραγούδια που μιλάν για ταξίδια. Κάθε τύπου. Κάθε τόπου. Σε μέρη που δεν υπάρχουν. Και όποιος θέλει ας το συνεχίσει.

1. Tracy Chapman – Fast car

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

2. Τhe doors- Crystal Ship

Before you slip into unconsciousness
Id like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
Well meet again, well meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
Youd rather cry, Id rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, Ill drop a line

3.Jeff Buckley – Lost Highway

'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I walk by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway

Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine
And a woman's lies makes a life like mine
All the day we met, I went astray
I started rolling down this lost highway

I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I paid a cost, on the lost highway

Now boy's don't start to ramblin' round
On this road of sin are you sorrow bound
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down that lost highway
Lost highway

4. The specials – Ghost Town

This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place, is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
too much fighting on the dance floor

Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang,
And the music played inna de boomtown

This town, is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place, is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
The people getting angry

This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town

5. Scissor Sisters – Return to Oz

Once there was a man
who had a little too much time on his hands
he never stopped to think that he was getting older.
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Its three o' clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement
and the Skeksis at the rave meant
to hide deep inside
their sunken faces
and their wild, rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to Oz we've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Camera Obscura

Είχε πολύ ζέστη εκείνη τη μέρα. Μπήκαμε στο κτίριο ιδρωμένοι και η κοπέλα με την γκρι μπλε φόρμα εργασίας μας οδήγησε μέσα όσο μιλούσε με την φίλη της, κουνώντας μια βεντάλια. Παλιό ασανσέρ, με σκαλιστά κάγκελα και χρυσαφί απλίκα. Κάθε μέτρο ψηλότερα, άπειροι τριγμοί από μια κρυμμένη μηχανή. Η υγρασία έκανε τα πόδια μου να κολλάνε και καταριόμουν την στιγμή που διάλεξα να φορέσω φούστα. Το μέτωπό σου είχε γίνει μια μικρή μονάδα παραγωγής νερού. Έφτιαξα και εγώ μια αυτοσχέδια βεντάλια με το διαφημιστικό έντυπο άλλα μου έπεσε από τα χέρια με το τράνταγμα του τελευταίου ορόφου. Περιμέναμε στην αίθουσα με τα λιωμένα υφάσματα στους καναπέδες και το ζευγάρι με τα πλεγμένα χέρια και το βλέμμα που μόνο έκει έχουν, απέναντί μας. Μετά μας κάλεσαν για την επίδειξη και είδα όλη την πόλη σε ένα πιάτο όσο μια αγκαλιά. Έναν άνθρωπο να καπνίζει στο μπαλκόνι. Μια γυναίκα να απλώνει τα ρούχα. Ένα νεαρό μαύρο να περπατά. Μια ταράτσα με δύο μικρά να παίζουν. Την αγάπησα αυτή τη πόλη που μυρίζει σκόνη.

Έπειτα βγήκαμε στο μπαλκόνι. Και κοίταξα κάτω στην πλατεία.

Απρίλιος 2005, Camera Obscura, Plaza Vieja, Havana.