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EDELTRAUD 3 =>>> THE PSYCHOBITCH =>> POST PELOPONNESIAN : ANY REBETIKO WILL DO

Central Greece
Saturday Morning
29/11/2014

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1 FOR "AULD LANG SYNE "

Any rebetiko will do,
for all these countless reasons,
for all lost times that are due
and all the festive seasons.

     This goes beyond my swift design
     to sing about a lover,
     it's more to do with "Auld Lang Syne"
     crossing Calais to Dover.

                    Or crossing Dover to Calais,
                    or anyhow, sea crossing,
                    by plain, train, cabriolet,
                    forward my life tossing.

     I thought of it as sweet life's spring,
     rhythmic-melodic travel,
     and wished it countless loves to bring,
     for me to love and marvel.

Now I can claim that it did,
and still I feel its flow,
giving my life a new lead
with every song I draw.

2 EPHEMERAL CELEBRATION

The day is mild, the weather fine,
the sun is mostly shinning,
I drink this new autumnal wine,
my travels re-defining.

     Always a thrill to go through Greece
     and know what's all about:
     You give a kiss, you get a kiss,
     that leaves you with no doubt.

                    It is to freely do all things,
                    re-payment not expecting,
                    ephemeral to spread your wings
                    when no one is suspecting.

     Welcome to Greece and to its blue,
     or to its grim and gray,
     any rebetiko will do
     to celebrate the day.

A sudden fear came over me...
but it was only passing,
I've just imagined you to be
your old investments cashing.

3 ELFY GIRLS

The west is Thebes, the east Chalcis,
the south, Attica county,
the north expects me with a kiss
and with a glass of brandy.

     I leave behind the exit road
     that it could lead to Delphi,
     in my abstraction thoughts are broad
     for girls unreal and elfy.

                    Any rebetiko will do
                    to satisfy their longing
                    for lovers equally untrue,
                    to other worlds belonging.

     There goes again that pointless song,
     as there's no point to stop it,
     was it all right, was it all wrong
     for us to dare and drop it?

This broad high way to no place,
so near to give it credit,
a song describing your true face,
and done without an edit?

4 SECRET WISH

I could not say, I was not sure,
until I heard your echo,
recall that bar, that love so pure,
I think its name was "Gecko".

     Any rebetiko will do
     for any time transpassing,
     I do like other crooners do,
     but do it without rushing.

                    Let music go far back some times,
                    with forward aspiration,
                    in fifteen syllable old rhymes
                    which fit a true narration.

     And if the narrative is long,
     so are the lives that haunt it,
     correct to call it "endless song",
     cause endless keen ears want it.

The west was Thebes, the east Chalcis,
the south, Attica county,
I made for you a secret wish,
by-passing Atalanti.

5 BLUFFING

I left behind the Malian gulf,
in front lies gray mount Pylion,
any rebetiko, my bluff,
there are of them a billion.

     I talked to Max, he came back tired,
     so he won't be attending,
     but as for me, I am all wired,
     for singing and time bending.

                    I have a hope, I have a host,
                    I have my mandolino,
                    so if in Volos I get lost...
                    tough shit for pelegrino.

     (That's my nick name, don't be afraid,
     for you I'm the old torture,
     in algorhythmic, acid trade,
     abstracted agriculture).

The trip to Volos takes too long
without some conversation,
it's just as well I've got this song
stopping my hibernation.

6 THREE MAST SHIP

So here I am in country roads,
national high way over,
singing this song, the fraud of frauds,
healing every fake lover.

     Any rebetiko will do,
     to ponder on its merit,
     for we don't know if it was true,
     to skip it or to dare it.

                    To those who dare, to those who skip,
                    to those responding later,
                    I'm singing "bye-bye, three mast ship,
                    you were born for things greater!"

     Nobody has got any clue
     and no one has complain,
     so any answer, gray or blue,
     will serve as a refrain:

Any rebetiko will do,
in unison suspended,
like lovers dream, or fight, or woo,
in stories open ended.