Videos
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Koino Mystiko (Common Secret)
The new Mavri Magioneza video from the album "Kali Orexi" is a short film. Opposite to the flow who wants the bands "banging" to the playback and posing in smugness, Mavri Magioneza visualizes the sharp lyrics of the song "Common Secret" in a story of a boy, a girl and other things in-between such as love, spare time, happiness, love... A different video, direct and fast, with many symbolisms on consumerism, the modern labour reality and the human relationships, in a very conscientious production and photography. Plus a surprise ending. .. Available in English subtitles.
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Einai to misos tous, oxia / Terastio Party
Proof that you should never give, a fan, the camera: the movie is too jerky (but you get a free trip while you are watching it!!)
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Einai to misos tous, oxia (Their hate is an adder)
The days are crawling towards a sunset that has no sunrise and the sadness they spread cannot be won we are chasing the century and forget the moment a mirror in the eye; who gives a ****? You have whores and snitches, its an easy crowd the fish starts to stink from its head Bombs of love, the target is in the head Get some blinders and a saddle and the bridle is for free Big words on the two thirds and the one third that's left flattering terms and promises to the dead I watch him in my mirror and I wonder on what he is on my thoughts transform into useless heaps All the angels are angels, if you accept them and demons if you deny them What a propaganda! It gives you pleasure to hate You are indeed defined by the darkness you destine What is hate? Could it be acceptance? How we are united by this wall... Here are the good guys and there are the bad ones Crusades for crowd control Their hate is an adder It will pierce through your heart And if they invite you to their nest They smelled your loneliness Their hate is an adder Poisonous like the need to be a part of something; you will now feed your love to the dogs
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H entropia sou einai poly pio megalh (Your entropy is much bigger)
The years passed since you got here trapped inside a misty morning your thought has lost its course your soul is drowning in rivers of sin and you hope, you hope to return there you don't remember anything and you don't ask why the promises they gave you and the promises you gave have gotten you surrounded, swarms of thousands of scorpions A transparency condenses your life your lovers demand value out of your existence and you run like a ten year fugitive cops and judges and you only wave towards them with a white flag begging for the pardon they promised but you had it coming who told to leave the line they placed you in to think of stories that refer to alternative sketches; maybe colored, yes, a multi-colored poster you wanted your life to be and only your thoughts would be your fans Searching for an exit out of this headache the only thing you find is a headless body The qualms of conscience got you for good you are framed even by the simplest rhymes; you are stuck an endless fool waiting for the end but, actually, you had all the time I was waiting for you, don't have any doubts The observation alters the outcome you see you thing you can be saved by your big thoughts The years passed since you got here with your sight blurrier every day ...and now what, little man? don't forget to dig up your own hole Time is running out and it slips through your hands and the loves you betrayed have become stars your blood became water long before you forgot the wind that rustle that you have to loose the game you never wanted to play your truth, truthfully, does not wait, does not leave you, it redeploys, it chokes you Here is your turn again you have to give your juices to find your happiness light destroys your melancholy so you despise it, it makes you sick Some time ago you liked to sing the blues but your melodies are drowning in a thousand smokes What else is there? What else is there? You can't even distinguish day and night The qualms are drawing with your mind as a canvas They love you, you know, but there is no chemistry to help you hide the stench that you have The pace of decline grows more and more A black dwarf that never show a snow-white and never accepted that made mistakes A blank page to write your lyrics you'll creep again on the walls but you can't go out; the watch will chime "end of time", you'll see it won't hurt; what's left? Its time to go down The last word, as always, have to come from you lets see what you'll say when they come the ones that you emptied your gun on their chests maybe you think you can hide in the stupendous crowd But your entropy is much bigger... Your entropy is much bigger...
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Mentores (Mentors)
Is there any cool dude to graft me the truth he knows Is there any suited doorman to tell me what I need to know about clothes Is there any music critic to tune my guitar the way he knows Any life-style monthly magazine to instruct me how to live my life from now on... Is there any untie in the neighborhood; who to marry and how many kids should I have? Is there any chubby priest to show me how he forgot secular life Is there any good sex therapist; what is the correct angle to kiss a wet **** ? Any mysterious-mister politician, left or right to ensconce me as he knows Is there any morning show to adjust my life on its command Is there any aspirant lover to save me, "sure!", the saved-one Is there any mister police officer to treat me his tender hug Any super punisher nationalist; how many should we disembowel to save our country? Indeed, who crowned you saviors? Indeed, who crowned you saviors? ...The place is filled with mentors ...The place is filled with mentors ...The place is filled with mentors ...The place is filled with mentors
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