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WEEKLY REPORT 1
tags:EDELTRAUD 3 ===> THE PSYCHOBITCH ==> THROUGH NEED AND DECENCY => INTERTEMPORAL: ANY REBETIKO WILL DO => WEEKLY REPORTS
AVRA PALM
SATURDAY NIGHT
12/7/2014
[center]WEEKLY REPORT 1
(for lovers of rebetiko rhythms, especially slow 9/4)
From every little bay and island port
tonight you will get the same report,
full moon, I'm full of love and absolute,
and I will sing for you on my long lute:
I may go to prison just for you,
Tsitsanis, Vamvakaris, you don’t know,
by them any rebetiko will do
to clarify my poetic flow.
CHORUS 1 (of yester year)
Any rebetiko will do,
to clarify what we do,
any rebetiko indeed,
to tell the truth of what we did.
I may smoke hashish or sniff cocaine,
or get intoxicated by raki,
the moonbeam on the Libyan, my blood stain,
D major tonight will be my key.
I make take a million photographs,
always the same subject, this moon rise,
to compensate for your sadistic laughs
that try to turn my verses into lies.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko will do,
for nothing will narrate more true
your inability to know
what makes the Libyan waters glow.
*****
I call you but you are in Netherlands,
the line is bad, the signal is too weak,
my girlfriend's gone, so, left with empty hands,
I hope that you reply by next week.
You sent a text for which I did not hope,
middle of the night, this black retains its blue,
to know this fact it is beyond your scope,
that's why any rebetiko will do.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko will do
to clarify or misinform,
such deathly danger is this blue,
without melody or form.
*****
At least on the bouzouki I'm still smart,
I'll make sure I play it damn well,
insert a spying cookie into your heart,
to crack your code and give you as much hell.
Another night I'm laying on a sun bed,
recalling dirty words of our phone sex,
and every night lantern turning red,
and... "Get It On" repeated by T. Rex.
CHORUS
Another love I'm searching through,
innocent, pure, exclusive, male,
any rebetiko will do,
to keep you out, it's not for sale.
I'm talking with a boy nearly five,
I still can hear your voice in the back ground,
we speak a different tongue but still we thrive,
this love will never die, Edeltraud.
At present it's your win and my defeat,
rebetiko can't have a total sum,
you manage it for now as you see fit,
the time to pay the piper will come.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko, your debt,
it's worth a million photographs,
send me a few, don’t you forget,
to save me from these foot ball buffs.
The same night my girl friend said "Good bye",
failing to read the truth between the lines,
't was a relief for me but I was shy
to tell her what rebetiko defines.
Another night I just got confused,
calling your number twice by mistake,
to nightly calls from me you're no more used,
although you are always awake.
CHORUS
"Why did you call?" you promptly ask,
as if to call you should be strange,
I think you've got a new found task:
Rebetiko's chaotic range.
I'm calling County Antrim, that is all,
today is the 12th day of July,
don’t make a big thing out of something small,
don’t ask me why I called, you know why.
William of Orange versus James, battle day,
for Irish people who have common sense,
I'm wishing you also to find a way,
and think of me correctly in past tense.
CHORUS
I can only say, "Fuck Android",
operating system with no clue,
I can only say, "Fuck your android",
just any rebetiko will do.
*****
So now you are the champion of the world,
I watched the final, well deserved the cup,
where Germany was great, you have been told,
it's not foot ball, you're reading the wrong map.
Champion, you're full of hate and obsolete,
from Bach to Berg your credit still is good,
full moon, you're full of crap and full of shit,
but I still love you cause your truth is nude.
CHORUS
Like old rebetes used to do,
killing or dying for what is worth,
any rebetiko will do
to mix my South with your North.
Full moon tonight in AVRA like once was,
chemical waste from Syria in debate,
I'm still the seaman that I never was,
you're still the fish so keen to bite my bait.
With this banal cliché as food for thought:
We fuck, therefore we are, that's all we do,
we have, but still we doubt, so we have not,
so true, any rebetiko will do.
CHORUS
Good night, my sunshine, sleep well,
thanks for those photos still in cue,
let's make the best of every hell,
any rebetiko will do.[/center]
AVRA PALM
SATURDAY NIGHT
12/7/2014
[center]WEEKLY REPORT 1
(for lovers of rebetiko rhythms, especially slow 9/4)
From every little bay and island port
tonight you will get the same report,
full moon, I'm full of love and absolute,
and I will sing for you on my long lute:
I may go to prison just for you,
Tsitsanis, Vamvakaris, you don’t know,
by them any rebetiko will do
to clarify my poetic flow.
CHORUS 1 (of yester year)
Any rebetiko will do,
to clarify what we do,
any rebetiko indeed,
to tell the truth of what we did.
I may smoke hashish or sniff cocaine,
or get intoxicated by raki,
the moonbeam on the Libyan, my blood stain,
D major tonight will be my key.
I make take a million photographs,
always the same subject, this moon rise,
to compensate for your sadistic laughs
that try to turn my verses into lies.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko will do,
for nothing will narrate more true
your inability to know
what makes the Libyan waters glow.
*****
I call you but you are in Netherlands,
the line is bad, the signal is too weak,
my girlfriend's gone, so, left with empty hands,
I hope that you reply by next week.
You sent a text for which I did not hope,
middle of the night, this black retains its blue,
to know this fact it is beyond your scope,
that's why any rebetiko will do.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko will do
to clarify or misinform,
such deathly danger is this blue,
without melody or form.
*****
At least on the bouzouki I'm still smart,
I'll make sure I play it damn well,
insert a spying cookie into your heart,
to crack your code and give you as much hell.
Another night I'm laying on a sun bed,
recalling dirty words of our phone sex,
and every night lantern turning red,
and... "Get It On" repeated by T. Rex.
CHORUS
Another love I'm searching through,
innocent, pure, exclusive, male,
any rebetiko will do,
to keep you out, it's not for sale.
I'm talking with a boy nearly five,
I still can hear your voice in the back ground,
we speak a different tongue but still we thrive,
this love will never die, Edeltraud.
At present it's your win and my defeat,
rebetiko can't have a total sum,
you manage it for now as you see fit,
the time to pay the piper will come.
CHORUS
Any rebetiko, your debt,
it's worth a million photographs,
send me a few, don’t you forget,
to save me from these foot ball buffs.
The same night my girl friend said "Good bye",
failing to read the truth between the lines,
't was a relief for me but I was shy
to tell her what rebetiko defines.
Another night I just got confused,
calling your number twice by mistake,
to nightly calls from me you're no more used,
although you are always awake.
CHORUS
"Why did you call?" you promptly ask,
as if to call you should be strange,
I think you've got a new found task:
Rebetiko's chaotic range.
I'm calling County Antrim, that is all,
today is the 12th day of July,
don’t make a big thing out of something small,
don’t ask me why I called, you know why.
William of Orange versus James, battle day,
for Irish people who have common sense,
I'm wishing you also to find a way,
and think of me correctly in past tense.
CHORUS
I can only say, "Fuck Android",
operating system with no clue,
I can only say, "Fuck your android",
just any rebetiko will do.
*****
So now you are the champion of the world,
I watched the final, well deserved the cup,
where Germany was great, you have been told,
it's not foot ball, you're reading the wrong map.
Champion, you're full of hate and obsolete,
from Bach to Berg your credit still is good,
full moon, you're full of crap and full of shit,
but I still love you cause your truth is nude.
CHORUS
Like old rebetes used to do,
killing or dying for what is worth,
any rebetiko will do
to mix my South with your North.
Full moon tonight in AVRA like once was,
chemical waste from Syria in debate,
I'm still the seaman that I never was,
you're still the fish so keen to bite my bait.
With this banal cliché as food for thought:
We fuck, therefore we are, that's all we do,
we have, but still we doubt, so we have not,
so true, any rebetiko will do.
CHORUS
Good night, my sunshine, sleep well,
thanks for those photos still in cue,
let's make the best of every hell,
any rebetiko will do.[/center]
Published 23rd Jan 2015
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