the BEATLES

[sevenseas]

Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill . . .

[sevenseas]

There's a fog upon L.A.
And my friends have lost their way
We'll be over soon they said
Now they've lost themselves instead.
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long or I may be asleep
Well it only goes to show
And I told them where to go
Ask a policeman on the street
There's so many there to meet
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long or I may be asleep
Now it's past my bed I know
And I'd really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long or I may be asleep.
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long
Please don't be long please don't you be very long
Please don't be long
Don't be long - don't be long - don't be long
Don't be long - don't be long - don't be long.

[sevenseas]

Let's all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (...know.)
Sing it again.
Let's all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (...know.)
Lift up your hearts and sing me a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Sing it again.
Da-da-da-da...
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should...)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)

[sevenseas]

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

[sevenseas]

You say yes, I say no.
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

I say high, you say low.
You say why and I say I don't know, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye
HELLO GOODBYE I say goodbye.

Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?

You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

You say yes I SAY YES I say no BUT I MAY MEAN NO.
You say stop I CAN STAY and I say go go go TILL IT'S TIME TO GO OH, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say goodbye
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello.

Hela heba helloa CHA CHA, hela...

[sevenseas]

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.

[sevenseas]

How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Now that you know who you are
What do you want to be?
And have you travelled very far?
Far as the eye can see.
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know.
What did you see, when you were there?
Nothing that doesn't show.
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo.
What a thing to do.
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Tuned to A natural E
Happy to be that way.
Now that you've found another key
What are you going to play?
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man,
Baby you're a rich man too.
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo.
What a thing to do.
Baby you're a rich man...

[sevenseas]

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

[sevenseas]

You say yes, I say no.
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

I say high, you say low.
You say why and I say I don't know, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say goodbye
HELLO GOODBYE I say goodbye.

Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?

You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

You say yes I SAY YES I say no BUT I MAY MEAN NO.
You say stop I CAN STAY and I say go go go TILL IT'S TIME TO GO OH, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say goodbye
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello.

Hela heba helloa CHA CHA, hela...

[sevenseas]

Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill . . .

[sevenseas]

[size=18]Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up AND THAT'S AN INVITATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up TO MAKE A RESERVATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away,
Waiting to take you away.

Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up SATISFACTION GUARANTEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away,
Hoping to take you away.

Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up AND THAT'S AN INVITATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up TO MAKE A RESERVATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away,
Coming to take you away.
The magical mystery tour is dying to take you away,
Dying to take you away, take you away.[/size]

[sevenseas]

Στο μεταίχμιο της ελληνικής ιστορίας

Μεγάλωσα σε μια εποχή που ένιωθε βαριά και ίσως αφόρητη την παρουσία της “γενιάς του ‘30” πάνω της. Ανατράφηκα με τον Βενέζη και τον Θεοτοκά, τον “Κοτζάμπαση του Καστρόπυργου” του Καραγάτση και τον “Επιτάφιο” του Ρίτσου, το σεφερικό “Μυθιστόρημα” και το “Μαραμπού”, την “Υψικάμινο” του Εμπειρίκου και τα δοκίμια του Δημαρά. Γνώρισα τα δοκίμια του Κάλας μέσα από ξεχασμένα τεύχη της “Κομμουνιστικής Επιθεώρησης”, κάτω από άγνωστα ψευδώνυμα (Σπιέρρος) και τραγούδησα το “Άξιον Εστί”. Είδα τη ζωγραφική με τα μάτια του Τσαρούχη και την Αρχαία τραγωδία μέσα από τη σκηνοθεσία του Δημήτρη Ροντήρη. Συχνά τότε, νέος, δυσανασχετώντας γι’ αυτήν την πανταχού παρούσα “ξεπερασμένη” γενιά, ευαγγελίστηκα την έλευση μιας “καινούργιας γενιάς” που θα ξεπερνούσε την “προηγούμενη”, τη “γενιά της ήττας”, του Αναγνωστάκη, του Κύρου, του Λεοντάρη, και θα οικοδομούσε ένα θαρραλέο μέλλον, “υπερβαίνοντας επιτέλους” τον επαρχιωτισμό της ψωροκώσταινας, ατενίζοντας θαρραλέα και χωρίς μάταιους ελληνοκεντρισμούς τον θαυμαστό καινούργιο κόσμο που ανέτελλε μέσα από τα οδοφράγματα του ’68, τους Μπητλς και τον κινηματογράφο του Γκοντάρ.
Βέβαια δεν είχα διαβάσει τότε το “Ελεύθερο Πνεύμα” του Γιώργου Θεοτοκά, για να κατανοήσω πως και η δική του γενιά, η “γενιά του ‘30”, έτρεφε την ίδια ακριβώς φιλοδοξία, “να τρέξει επιτέλους με γρήγορα αυτοκίνητα” την “Λεωφόρο Συγγρού” και να ξεπεράσει τον “Καημό της ρωμιοσύνης”, να συμβάλει στη δημιουργία μιας Ελλάδας που θα έπαιζε στο εξής ενεργητικό ρόλο στη διαμόρφωση του ευρωπαϊκού πολιτισμού. “Όταν ο παλιός κόσμος πίσω μας θα καίγεται”! Αυτό υπήρξε και το ιδεώδες της δικής μου γενιάς, της “γενιάς του ‘60”. Οι γενιές μας έμοιαζαν, και ίσως γι’ αυτό νιώθαμε τόσο έντονα να μας βαραίνει η παρουσία της γενιάς του '30. Υπήρξαμε και οι δύο μεταπολεμικές, και οι δύο μετά μια μεγάλη καταστροφή, την Μικρασιατική και τον Εμφύλιο, και οι δυο σε εποχές μεγάλων ζυμώσεων, η πρώτη μετά την Οκτωβριανή Επανάσταση, εμείς μετά την αντιαποικιακή, μετά την Κύπρο, την Κούβα και τον Κάστρο, ταυτόχρονα με το Βιετνάμ, τον Γκεβάρα, τον Μάο και το κίνημα του ’68, της εφόδου στον ουρανό. Και οι δύο ζήσαμε σε μια στιγμή οικονομικής και πολιτιστικής άνθησης, που έλαβε τέλος με… μια δικτατορία, και μια κατοχή (είτε του ’40 είτε της Κύπρου).



Γιώργος Καραμπελιάς

περιοδικο ΑΡΔΗΝ
τευχος 25-26

[sevenseas]

A hard day's night (Ρίτσαρντ Λέστερ):
 H ταινία που χαρακτηρίστηκε ως "Πολίτης Κέιν των μουσικών ταινιών", έχει ως πρωταγωνιστές τους Μπήτλς και τη μουσική τους και εξιστορεί 36 ώρες από τη ζωή του συγκροτήματος, από τη στιγμή που επιβιβάζονται σε ένα τρένο για το Λονδίνο μαζί με το μάνατζέρ τους. Η ταινία τους ακολουθεί σε νυχτερινά κέντρα του Λονδίνου και σε τηλεοπτικά στούντιο, ενώ προσπαθούν να γλιτώσουν από τις υστερικές θαυμάστριές τους. Πρόκειται για ένα ψευτο - ντοκιμαντέρ (στην πραγματικότητα βασίζονταν σε σενάριο του Άλαν Όουεν), γυρισμένο σε ασπρόμαυρο φίλμ, που κατάφερε να γίνει μεγάλη επιτυχία χάρη κυρίως στους Μπήτλς, αλλά και στη νευρική σκηνοθεσία του Ρίτσαρντ Λέστερ και ν'αλλάξει ριζικά την μορφή των ταινιών γύρω από την πόπ μουσική.

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