Τα Αντικλείδια by Γιώργης ΠαυλόπουλοςΗ Ποίηση είναι μια πόρτα ανοιχτή.
Πολλοί κοιτάζουν μέσα χωρίς να βλέπουν
τίποτα και προσπερνούνε. Όμως μερικοί
κάτι βλέπουν, το μάτι τους αρπάζει κάτι
και μαγεμένοι πηγαίνουνε να μπούν.
Η πόρτα τότε κλείνει. Χτυπάνε μα κανείς
δεν τους ανοίγει. Ψάχνουνε για το κλειδί.
Κανείς δεν ξέρει ποιός το έχει. Ακόμη
και τη ζωή τους κάποτε χαλάνε μάταια
γυρεύοντας το μυστικό να την ανοίξουν.
Φτιάχνουν αντικλείδια. Προσπαθούν.
Η πόρτα δεν ανοίγει πια. Δεν άνοιξε ποτέ
για όσους μπόρεσαν να ιδούν στο βάθος.
Ίσως τα ποιήματα που γράφτηκαν
από τότε που υπάρχει ο κόσμος
είναι μια ατέλειωτη αρμαθιά αντικλείδια
για ν'ανοίξουμε την πόρτα της Ποίησης.
Μα η Ποίηση είναι μια πόρτα ανοιχτή.
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Common People by PulpShe came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."
Well what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
'cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
You'll never do whatever common people do,
You'll never fail like common people,
You'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and then dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through.
Laugh along with the common people,
laugh along although they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do,
because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite and never warn you,
look out,
they'll tear your insides out.
'Cos everybody hates a tourist,
especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh.
Yeah,and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath.
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life,
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go.
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you...
Τελευταίο Μπλούζ, Για Να Διαβαστεί Κάποια Μέρα by Cesare Pavese
Let Me Go, Let Me Go, Let Me Go by Jason Molina
