URBAN CAVE
Instead of lighters, mobile phones now in concerts
Instead of living your moments, you take pictures
“Yeaa man, check out my new cell phone. It does this and that, resolution I don’t even know how many megapixels, blootooth, GPRS, mp3 and radio player, the gadget kicks ass! What? How on earth, should I know if it can call?!”
If you can’t speak, send an SMS…

Your urban cave
gives you technology
but if you lack education
everything lacks beauty

Your urban cave
if it feels cold
they will soon sell you
digital fire

You are searching the internet all day, glamorous emptiness
but music is soul, not mp3s on your hard disk
“I’ve beaten you, I’ve downloaded 3 gigabytes more of mp3s than you (not that I’m going to listen to them)… Anyways, visit facebook to see what I’m up to, I have a new update… Meet with me? Man, we can’t be bothered. We’ll talk tonight in MSN. It rocks!”
Press the shutdown button if it doesn’t help you…

It is the end of the wagons, now we have jeeps and cabrios
they speed up to 200Km/h with a future design
“Just look at this baby! I wish we didn’t have this f@^$^#^g traffic jam… What do I do with a jeep in the city? Prestige my friend! Don’t talk to me about environment and similar bull shit, will the world be saved by me? I’m more concerned about the couple of hours I spend each day to find a parking place. It sucks!”
If the trip is uncomfortable, then why are you keep going on?

BRING THEM DOWN
They pumped-up your brains and they emptied your head
They promised you greatness but they gave you a mess
Bring them down, bring them down
They play jazz but only blues reaches you
They took off your hood and they wore helmets
Bring them down, bring them down

“Yes I will repeat it until you learn it! Bring them down…”

If the recession is a bride, then you will pay for her
They will get more bonuses and you more installments
Bring them down, bring them down
Since you kneel everybody looks like a giant
When you proclaim them leaders they proclaimed you pawn
Bring them down, bring them down

“What are you looking at, you victim? Bring them down…”

Because one is a flame and ten are desire
One hundred are fashion and one thousand an epidemic
Ten thousands, bring the cameras, the situation is serious
In one million there’s going to be a revolution

“Does your little back hearts? Bring them down…”

The game is set-up and the target is you
Don’t kill the mosquitoes, there are others drinking your blood
You cheered them they gave you an obituary
You start this and others will follow
Bring them down, bring them down

Bring them down, bring them down now
Bring them down it is time, bring them down now

DOGMA
Whoa, the recession will fuck us
what can we do, there is no solution
but wait; there is a light
as long as the profit goes up and the salary goes down
just believe it; it’s on the news
smaller salaries or just dismissals
little Greek’s neck can hold only yokes
with plastic flags and leaders on the balcony

Whatever they said is a dogma
don’t ask me why
if they said it
just repeat it

Everything is fine
everything is beautiful down here
let us sing a song with our mouths closed
beads or mirrors, as long as they are shiny
let us sing a silly song

Blame the foreigners, blame the outlanders
what can we do; they pollute our race
what do they do here with us aristocrats
moreover; the Greeks were never immigrants
do you have money? They will call you tourism
but if you need a job they will call you Albanian
but they will give it to you for a piece of bread
if you are cheap, everyone will be cheap as well

The three hundred’s little shop
beca
me the fish’s silencer
and if evil misleads someone
no problem: “lapse!”
The Germans have returned
and they are everywhere like the flies
pick up any ministry to find starters below
the suitcase should change hands all the time
oil the system so it doesn’t creak

And the smarmy-journalists
take the corpse and spread cologne upon it
and they complain and they spoof
and they inform and they worship
they construct the news and they filter events
knock on their viewers’ head as you like
yes, you will see what they want you to see
everyone will; this is the way
to build an opinion in one’s head

PUBLIC SERVANT
If these are your hopes and these are your dreams
here is a song to feel you with joy
if you just want to find a chair to warm
here you are; take this one and sit until you die

I love you and you love me
but if this is not enough
I prefer noise to an empty music
If you get aroused by permanence
I’m not the one
Baby just become
a public servant

If they chose your life and you said thank you
take this carrot, 700 euros
and once you grab it name it pension but don’t look back
your path was only a field that you plowed back and fourth

If this is love to you
and this is life to you
I prefer noise to an empty music
I you want the same routine every day
I’m not the one
Baby just become
a public servant

They raise us as chickens for their eggs
they shut our mouths for us to speak their talk
If we want to raise our heads we have to drink milk?!
and we have to say this but never that
But you just raise your fist, fear nobody
regret only the things that you didn’t do
They sell out our moments one by one
But instead of silence they will get noise.

FAIRY TALE
On Pinocchio’s nose
everybody has a nest or a home
On Pinocchio’s nose
everybody has a nest…
And they’re buying every day a little eye
and they confuse cheapness with love
they’re buying every day a little eye
and they confuse cheapness with love

Inside Pinocchio’s mouth
they dream of skies and they grab dirt
Inside Pinocchio’s mouth
they dream of skies…
They live inside a fairy tale
looking for a heart in their empty chests
they live inside a fairy tale
looking for a heart…

Inside Pinocchio head
we will drink, we will get wasted again
Inside Pinocchio head
we will drink, we will get wasted…
Looking for love in all the wrong places
we will be asking if anyone saw her
Looking for love in all the wrong places
we will be asking if anyone saw her

SERIF, YOUR PISTOL
(VRE MAGKA TO MAXAIRI SOU / KOUTSAVAKI)
Lyrics / Music: Anestis Delias
Lyrics and Music adaptation: Andreas Asimakopoulos / Mavri Magioneza

Serif, your pistol
if you want to control it
you have to have the soul
and mind to pull it out

DIALOGUE
Inside the train, through the window’s reflection
I see him watching her
she thinks that she is shifting just because she is moving
from her home to her working place and back again
with luggage an empty heart and an empty head
He says: “I see you every day
and she told me to say hi
our dear common friend
named loneliness”

5 billion people upon the earth
they return to their cages every evening
what do they need of friends?
They have computers
and a huge screen
to watch DVDs

Now she looks back at him
and she doesn’t know what to say
a shattered mask and a thunderous silence
how can she transform words
into stymphalian castanets?
How can she wash away
the flakes from her body?
“Is it possible that I have a heart too;
the mechanic game
that the neighborhood adjusts?”

“It is not me, it’s someone else
she looks behind my eyes
in my safe anonymity
everything is fine
I always lived with the stream
each of its curses was a bless
but if you have something else to give
I will listen carefully”

They exited the wagon on the next station
they were walking on the air
how did they do that?
They looked into each other’s eyes
and they were both naked
but neither of them were cold
were they alive?
“Let us not distract the zombies
who wait for the metro

looking at their watches
and commenting on the weather”

“All of their culture
monologues or transactions
they will do everything
in exchange for a holiday
the revolution will start
from the flying people
the crawling ones who sniffle
make us laugh”

“All of their culture
monologues or transactions
they will do everything
in exchange for a holiday
the revolution will start
it will start with us two
look, time has stopped
for me to say that
I love you”

THINGS
It is the diving sun
a cup of coffee by the beach
the smell on your neck
some good books
it is your super-sex
and wonders like these

Things that matter in life
are not things

It is the wagging tail of my dog
when I come home
riding a bike on a slope;
fortunately I had breaks
a silly face driving away
every children’s crying

It is a graffiti on wall
when everything around is grey
it is you giving me hope everyday
now if you can’t see it
I can use bigger letters

It is the magical note
which starts rock ‘n’ roll
one out of seven should do it; try G
when you are dancing on me
fuck! This is awesome…

PRAYER
Our father, Thou in heaven
with all the respect I have something to say
the state and the church arranged everything
and hold your people frightened in the corner
they do not speak; it’s a sin
and maybe You are not there or You don’t care
when everybody seems to listen to these con men
how much does salvation cost? I think I’ll get a double
now that real estate agents will save our souls

What did they did to you my God
this prayer is for you
look what they did since Your son carried his cross
Your clergy doesn’t have a god

Our father, just a little question
what do we need of middlemen in a prayer
from the pulpit they will preach on the value of fasting
but I cannot hear them; their fat bellies make me sick
love thy power and love thy money more
and if there are any exceptions, they will drown in choler
how much do their vestments, miters and crosses worth
my God they do not have a god

Our father, deliver us from evil
and drive away all the parasites that live here
the worst of Christians wore a preacher’s robe
and they gather sheep in the kraal
The money are lots and the suckers are more
and, while they don’t deserve it, I pray for them
Well it’s a well established fraud; what can anybody say
but if hell exits hold a VIP place for them

RAIN
Down here this is the truth
and it’s very serious
everyone plays hide and seek
with their heads stuck in the ground
down here, everything is a carnival
which one will wear which mask
for everyone else to judge
which head look better

Down here there is another truth
it is of big importance
who will wear out the other
everyone seems to be the other’s enemy
Every act is a scene
and everyone is an actor
and theater manager as well
they thought of everything

But you
You are dancing naked
And you bring the rain
And it washes away the sadness that covered the earth
You say “Life is simple”
but everyone is insane
Big city, so much loneliness
Fortunately, you are there…

THINK ABOUT IT
(BORN BEFORE 1984)
Sometimes I don’t even know how we survived. We are the waiting generation; our whole childhood was based on waiting. We had to wait 2hours after lunch before swimming, 2 hours of midday sleep to rest and, if we wanted to play a computer game, we had to wait half an hour for the tape to roll. Even pain would go away through waiting.

Looking back it’s hard to believe that we are still alive.  You know, even our games were dangerous.  We were playing the “long donkey” and none of us suffered hernia or dislocation. We were breaking our hands and teeth and the next day, we were outside again. These were common things for children and everything would heal with a little iodine or a couple of sutures. “Bad blood” would flow away and you couldn’t blame anyone other than yourself.

We didn’t have a playstation, wii, home cinema with surround sound, mobile phones, internet… We had friends. We were arranging to go out with them and so we did. Sometimes we didn’t even arrange anything and we would just go outside to meet with them and play chase, hide and seek, apples… There were no online games back then and it was the only way to play something with others.

We spend most of the day outside, running and playing. We were constructing our own games from wood. We lost thousands of footballs. We drunk water directly from the faucet, not mineral and if we wanted to see our friends, we would go outside their houses with our bikes or on foot and call them. We didn’t have to ask our parents, we were all alone, no one to be responsible on our behalf. Think about it…

Back then, every school belonged to the state and every day we had examination stress. In the afternoon we didn’t have additional tutorial schools, just boring studying and English lessons, 3 times per week. Some of us were not good students and had stay in the same class for another year. There weren’t special tests for everyone to pass.  Think about it…

We were on vacation 3 months each summer and we spend endless hours in the beach without sun block with protection index of 30 and without sailing, tennis or golf lessons. We were making though impressive sand castles and we did the most amazing headers to gaze upon starfishes. We were flirting with girls by chasing them to touch them, not in a random chat room saying wink, rofl, omg… We chose to be together or separated looking into each other’s eyes, not by sending text messages.

We grew up all by ourselves but our parents were always there. We didn’t beg for some of the time they gave to their work and we didn’t have the television as a nanny. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility and through all of those we learned …and matured. So after all, who is to blame that today kids seem silly and spoiled?

Who can you blame
Hey! This is my generation
what can you say; now she just says
“Its OK! Let my children pay for it”

This play is just stupid
what can I say, I must do something
we can continue or stop this now
its true; before I grab I have to reach

HOPE
I don’t know what you are saying
you are just not there
your mind just wanders
in every one TV show
that you watch like the dead
you think you’ll find yourself

He who will tell you that there is no hope
he lost it but I saw him last night
Hope was looking for him, if you think about it
Tell him if you see him; if you stop in front of a mirror
You are allowed to fall
but you are imposed to stand up

I don’t know where those things have gone
the things that you’ve dreamed of
are they pledged somewhere?
What are all these hard stuff
that they sell you at work
and tied you on the ground?

You ask for the prison
that you feel is there
but know one sees
Tell me how do you feel,
when you see a child who falls
standing up