<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438</id><updated>2012-01-31T20:54:23.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry on the Rock</title><subtitle type='html'>Try and read between the lines</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&lt;br&gt;George Papadakis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164655810977027279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-2166565429227464543</id><published>2012-01-31T20:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:43:05.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="255" height="125" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1eLWLAr5Zj0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man gets tired&lt;br /&gt;Spirit don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man surrenders&lt;br /&gt;Spirit won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man crawls&lt;br /&gt;Spirit flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit lives when man dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man seems&lt;br /&gt;Spirit is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man dreams&lt;br /&gt;The spirit lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is tethered&lt;br /&gt;Spirit is free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What spirit is, man can be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1985, Mike Scott (The Waterboys)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-2166565429227464543?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2166565429227464543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171653565109003438&amp;postID=2166565429227464543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/2166565429227464543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/2166565429227464543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/2012/01/spirit.html' title='Spirit'/><author><name>&lt;br&gt;George Papadakis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164655810977027279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1eLWLAr5Zj0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-6427904611902237487</id><published>2009-02-07T11:20:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:47:35.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Locomotive Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="250" height="125" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uCcwNoVSt2E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shuffling madness&lt;br /&gt;Of the locomotive breath,&lt;br /&gt;Runs the all-time loser,&lt;br /&gt;Headlong to his death.&lt;br /&gt;He feels the piston scraping&lt;br /&gt;Steam breaking on his brow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Charlie stole the handle and&lt;br /&gt;The train won't stop going&lt;br /&gt;No way to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees his children jumping off&lt;br /&gt;At the stations, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;His woman and his best friend&lt;br /&gt;In bed and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;He's crawling down the corridor&lt;br /&gt;On his hands and knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Charlie stole the handle and&lt;br /&gt;The train won't stop going&lt;br /&gt;No way to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears the silence howling&lt;br /&gt;Catches angels as they fall.&lt;br /&gt;And the all-time winner&lt;br /&gt;Has got him by the balls.&lt;br /&gt;He picks up Gideon's Bible&lt;br /&gt;Open at page one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God stole the handle and&lt;br /&gt;The train won't stop going&lt;br /&gt;No way to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1971, Jethro Tull (Ian Anderson)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ελεύθερη Μετάφραση από &lt;a target=_blank href="http://panosx.blogspot.com/"&gt;panosx.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Στήν παράνοια που σύρεται&lt;br /&gt;Απ' την ανάσα της ατμομηχανής&lt;br /&gt;Τρέχει ο Αιώνια Χαμένος,&lt;br /&gt;Κατ'ευθείαν στό Θάνατό του.&lt;br /&gt;Νιώθει το συριγμό τού πιστονιού&lt;br /&gt;Τον ατμό να απλώνεται στά τσίνορα του&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ο Γερο-Τσάρλυ έκλεψε το χειρόφρενο καί&lt;br /&gt;Το τρένο δεν θα σταματήσει,&lt;br /&gt;Δεν υπάρχει τρόπος να επιβραδύνει.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Βλέπει τα Παιδιά του να πηδούν&lt;br /&gt;Απ' τούς σταθμούς,ένα προς ένα,&lt;br /&gt;Η γυναίκα κι' ο καλύτερος φίλος του&lt;br /&gt;περνούν καλά στο κρεβάτι.&lt;br /&gt;Έρπει κάτω στον διάδρομο,&lt;br /&gt;στα χέρια καί στα γόνατα&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ο Γερο-Τσάρλυ έκλεψε το χειρόφρενο και&lt;br /&gt;Το τρένο δεν θα σταματήσει,&lt;br /&gt;Δεν υπάρχει τρόπος να επιβραδύνει.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ακούει το ουρλιαχτό της σιωπής,&lt;br /&gt;Πιάνει αγγέλους όπως πέφτουν&lt;br /&gt;Καί ο Αιώνια Κερδισμένος&lt;br /&gt;Τον έχει απλά στο χέρι.&lt;br /&gt;Αρπάζει τού Γεδεών την Βίβλο&lt;br /&gt;Την ανοίγει στην Σελίδα Ένα&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ο Θεός έκλεψε το χειρόφρενο καί&lt;br /&gt;Το τρένο δεν θα σταματήσει,&lt;br /&gt;Δεν υπάρχει τρόπος να επιβραδύνει.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-6427904611902237487?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uCcwNoVSt2E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-4134492438235872204</id><published>2008-05-28T12:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:16:13.047+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJyzijG0I0k&amp;amp;hl=" width="255" height="125" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Για τον Γιάννη...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been alone&lt;br /&gt;All the years&lt;br /&gt;So many ways to count the tears&lt;br /&gt;I never change&lt;br /&gt;I never will&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when the rain and the sun are gone&lt;br /&gt;Black as night&lt;br /&gt;Agony's torn at my heart too long&lt;br /&gt;So afraid&lt;br /&gt;Slip and I fall and I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been alone&lt;br /&gt;Always down&lt;br /&gt;No one cared to stay around&lt;br /&gt;I never changeI never will&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when the rain and the sun are gone&lt;br /&gt;Black as night&lt;br /&gt;Agony's torn at my heart too long&lt;br /&gt;So afraid&lt;br /&gt;Slip and I fall and I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Early 70s, Lindsey Buckingham (Fleetwood Mac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-4134492438235872204?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4134492438235872204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171653565109003438&amp;postID=4134492438235872204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/4134492438235872204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/4134492438235872204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-been-alone-all-years-so-many-ways-to.html' title='I&apos;m So Afraid'/><author><name>&lt;br&gt;George Papadakis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164655810977027279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-8774628917788320008</id><published>2008-04-04T11:41:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:22:32.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibtj2oLND4U&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibtj2oLND4U&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see reflections in the water&lt;br /&gt;Autumn colours, summer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;And as as the year is growing older&lt;br /&gt;I see winter on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I stand in the haze&lt;br /&gt;Watching stormy ripples grow on my own&lt;br /&gt;Never knew your needed&lt;br /&gt;Till I found myself standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the water, such a sad face&lt;br /&gt;Slowly drowning, such a sad face&lt;br /&gt;If only I could change the seasons&lt;br /&gt;Like a poet, I've my reasons&lt;br /&gt;It started to snow in the middle of July&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Never did understand you&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer days we flew to the sun&lt;br /&gt;On melting wings&lt;br /&gt;But the seasons changed to fast&lt;br /&gt;Leave us all behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the stone fell on the water&lt;br /&gt;Putting end to summer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;And me, I turn away remembering&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons, such a sad thing&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain in the middle of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Winter's begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did understand you&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer days we flew to the sun&lt;br /&gt;On melting wings&lt;br /&gt;But the seasons changed to fast&lt;br /&gt;Leave us all behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1969, Deep Purple (J. Lord)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-8774628917788320008?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8774628917788320008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171653565109003438&amp;postID=8774628917788320008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/8774628917788320008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/8774628917788320008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>&lt;br&gt;George Papadakis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164655810977027279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-1533463507456901716</id><published>2008-04-03T13:45:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:25:24.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKg4g9zMeHI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKg4g9zMeHI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lady who's sure&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heavenWhen she gets there she knows&lt;br /&gt;If the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall&lt;br /&gt;But she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook&lt;br /&gt;There's a songbird who sings,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;When I look to the west,&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who standing looking.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon&lt;br /&gt;If we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn&lt;br /&gt;For those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May queen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,&lt;br /&gt;And did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How ev'rything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1971, Led Zeppelin (J.Page, R.Plant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-1533463507456901716?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1533463507456901716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171653565109003438&amp;postID=1533463507456901716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/1533463507456901716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171653565109003438/posts/default/1533463507456901716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway To Heaven'/><author><name>&lt;br&gt;George Papadakis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164655810977027279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171653565109003438.post-7481422636604164825</id><published>2008-04-03T11:39:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:24:19.991+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from Pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail ?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts ?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees ?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze ?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for chains ?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl&lt;br /&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground&lt;br /&gt;What have we found ?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1975, Pink Floyd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171653565109003438-7481422636604164825?l=poetrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7481422636604164825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171653565109003438&amp;postID=7481422636604164825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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