Shrinking Violet -
Experiences in a Changing City: An Inquiry Into 10 Neighbourhoods of Greater Athens
Concrete
In my sea of colour
I am soaring
And I am living
In the planes of concrete
There are voices
We give them meaning
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
In my fields of colour
I am wondering
And I living
Push for voices unheard
Amplify them
Give them meaning
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
I am soaring
And I am living
In the planes of concrete
There are voices
We give them meaning
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
In my fields of colour
I am wondering
And I living
Push for voices unheard
Amplify them
Give them meaning
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
Up on the hill and inside the basements
The life of the town all lies underground
Above lies the mess and dirt on the street side
But nobody hears the echoing sounds
Up on the hill and inside the basements
Traditions are buried under concrete
We all enjoy our lives on the surface
But don't spare a thought for those so discrete
Credits
Writer(s): Constantinos Gallis
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