Εκλογές 2012: Round 2; FIGHT!

Αναγκαστικό εκλογικό ποστ, ακόμα και αν δεν πιστεύω ότι έχω τίποτα να πω που δεν έχει ειπωθεί ήδη.

Ό,τι κι αν συμβεί, όσο εκπλαγούμε απόψε, ευχάριστα ή δυσάρεστα, με το ποιος θα βγει πρώτος, όσο δυνατή κι αν είναι η Χρυσή Αυγή, απλά ας θυμόμαστε: ο λαός αξίζει τις κυβερνήσεις που εκλέγει. Ας είμαστε έτοιμοι μετά παλικαρίσια να αντιμετωπίσουμε ό,τι μέλλει γενέσθαι.

Lyrics
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
Unattented on the railway station
In the litter at the dancehall
Sitting pretty near the fast-food counter
In the backseat of a vauxhall

I am a timebomb
Stop now
What’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating
Hear the breaking of their promises
Heart the smashing of your expectations
Hear the shattering of half-rhymes

I am a timebomb
Stop now
What’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

And all the timebombs
They’re all dancing to the same song
In a world full of noones
I am a someone

Some Chumbawamba

Haven’t ever posted enough of this fantastic band…

And I wonder what the papers are going to say, another actress, another war, another day
But everything’s changed, the world woke up today, and I wanted to be with you

We know every word to the song, but we don’t want to sing along…



I don’t want to sing about rights and wrongs, I don’t want to sing the same old songs, but I’ll sing them and sing them till there’s no need to sing them, and then I can sing about love, then I can sing about love…

There’s stuff dressed up as truth and there’s stuff dressed up as lies, and it all ends up as stuff that you can buy, on eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon…

I had this song on mySpace. Ah, mySpace… *same look people have when they’re being nostalgic of DDR — no, not the game, I mean East Germany*

I’ve added Paris and Britney and you and Tom, I’d like to find your address so I could visit you at home, I don’t like people but I like to pretend, would you like to add me as a friend. Add me, add me, me mother says she wished she’d never ‘ad me…

…when fine society sits down to dine, remember that someone is pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine…