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| | | | | the man who writes faster than his boulet °.o) |
| | | | | *** MR_Claude is now known as Lucky Bulledair Luke |
| | | | | merde clodius m'a grille... |
| | | | | ben oué mais eminem, y dis des gros mots tout le temps, lui, chez nick cave c super rare, c ca qui rend la chanson encore plus carricaturale °.o) |
| | | | | bin justement, man, il a expliqué pourquoi c'était différent, tu ferais mieux d'apprendre à lire %))) |
| | man, 07.10.2002 à 23:12 | 53833 |
| | | | petitboulet > ça se voit que tu ne connais pas Eminem... ;o))) |
| | man, 07.10.2002 à 23:10 | 53832 |
| | | Voilà une chanson des Fun Lovin' que j'aime...
I can't Get With That - Fun Lovin' Criminals
They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us
Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples
How are we gonna get them out?
How are we gonna vote them out?
When the wingtips got it locked up
Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it.
But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . .
But we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers.
I can't get with that, I can't get with that, I can't get with that... (bis)
I see the hoes and the hustlers
piled up in clusters
since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani
and the black kill the black and
Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . .
The same damn story and a sequel
I thought I fought for what was right,
but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight.
I think I caught you out there
chillin in the Bahamas.
I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama.
I can't get with that, I can't get with that, I can't get with that... (bis) |
| | | | ce que j'aime dans cette chanson, c'est l'exageration des termes, nick cave d'habitude n'emploie pas de gros mots dans ses chansons. la t'as le festival, et la chanson est tellement exageree que ca en est ridicule
nick cave and the bad seeds: stagger lee
it was back in 42 when times were hard
he had a colt 45 and a deck of cards
stagger lee
he wore rat-drown shoes and an old stetson hat
he had a 28 ford he had payments on that
stagger lee
his woman threw him out in the ice and snow
and told him "never ever come back no more!"
stagger lee
so he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
'till he came to a place called the Bucket of Blood
stagger lee
he said"mr motherfucker you know who I am"
and the barkeeper said"no I don't give a good god damn
to stagger lee
he said"well bartender it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called stagger lee
mr stagger lee"
well the bartender sid "yeah I heard your name down the way
and I kick motherfuching asses like you everyday
mr stagger lee"
those were the last words that the barkeep said
'cause stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
just then in came a broad called nelly brown
was known to make more money than any bitch in town
she struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
over to stagger lee, she starts to flirt
with stagger lee
she saw the barkeep said: "oh god he can't be dead!"
stag said" well just count the holes in the mutherfucker's head"
she said "you look like you ain't scored in quite a time
why not come to my pad? it won't cost you a dime
mr stagger lee"
"but there's something I have to say before you begin
you'll have to be one before my man billy dilly comes in
mr stagger lee"
"I'll stay here 'till billy dilly comes in, 'till time comes to past
and furthermore I'll fuck billy dilly in his motherfucking ass"
said stagger lee
"I' m a bad motherfucker don't you know
and I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole"
said stagger lee
just then billy dilly rolls in and "said you must be
that mad motherfucker called stagger lee"
stagger lee
"yeah I'm stagger lee and you better get down on your knees
and suck my dick because if you don't you're gonna be dead"
said stagger lee
well billy dilly dropped down and slobbered on his head
and stag fills him full of lead
oh yeah
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| | | | De quoi être en état de grace après avoir fumé de la Supergrass (attentions aux kilos en trop cependant)
Well we jumped all night
On your trampoline
When you kissed the sky
Made your sister scream
You ate our chips
And you drank our Coke
Then you showed me Mars
Through your telescope
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money, save your money girl
Well you sang your songs
And you made us laugh
So we captured you
In a photograph
And when the stars came out
Your Momma called your name
When the morning comes
We'll get together again
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money, save your money girl
Save your money
Save your money for the
Save your money for the children
Save your money for the children
(One more time)
Oh Grace
Save your money for the children
Oh Grace
Save your money, save your money girl
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| | man, 06.10.2002 à 23:21 | 53684 |
| | | Ah, ça c'est un bon groupe... mais c'est pas ma chanson préférée, j'en mettrai d'autres...
En attendant un bon classique : (j'ai eu la flemme de chercher si on l'avait déjà mis...)
Jumping Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash
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| | | | Where The Bums Go by the fun lovin' criminals
I Feel it's Pull
It's caressing claws
Dead end blocks
Graffiti walls
It Permeates
It Desecrates
It looks like shit but it taste great
(Chorus 1)
Where the bums go wo o o o
Where the bums go wo o o o
Where the bums go wo o o o
See it's cliental come straight from hell
With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells
My bacon bits where not like this
I curse the day it passed my lips
(Chorus 2)
Where the bums go wo o o o
Where the bums go wo o o o
Where the bums go wo o o o
Bums
Buuuuums
Where the bums go wo o o o ( 16 times )
Fuckin bums! Yea
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| | | | Pour le bullechef ;o)))
Why aye man (Mark Knopfler)
We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic refugees
On the run to Germany
We had the back of Maggie's hand
Times were tough in Geordie land
We got wor tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks
Mixing concrete, laying bricks
There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot
United nation's what we've got
Brickies, chippies, every trade
German building, British-made
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Nae more work on Maggie's farm
Hadaway down the autobahn
Mine's a portacabin bed
Or a bunk in a nissen hut instead
There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
And German tarts are wunderschoen
German beer is chemical-free
Germany's alreet with me
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne
But you're my pretty fraulein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep wor spirit levels high
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man |
| | | | | waw, Fishbone en plus! ;o))) |
| | | | if I were a... I... by Fishbone
if I were a kernel in the marine corps
i'd... buy a bunch of drugs
tell a bunch of lies
trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
people becum whores 2 back the corporate wars
vietnam, nicaragua oh help us my lord
people never c what should really be
spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!
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| | | | Marbletown (Mark Knopfler)
Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in marbletown
A bone yard is the best
There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to put me off his train
Lay me down in marbletown
'Til the coast is clear again
I can hear them a- hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'
I'm gonna flip me a cannonball
That won't stop for anyone
Lay me down in marbletown
Wait 'til morning comes
I'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
Wait here on my train
Lay me down in marbletown
I hope that it don't rain
And I can still hear them hollerin
''We got a man down here
We got a man down'
Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in marbletown
A bone yard is the best |
| | J-C, 01.10.2002 à 10:10 | 52536 |
| | | Massachusetts
Bee Gees
Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts,
Something's telling me I must go home.
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
The day I left her standing on her own.
Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco,
Gotta do the things I wanna do.
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
They brought me back to see my way with you.
Talk about the life in Massachusetts,
Speak about the people I have seen,
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
And Massachusetts is one place I have seen.
I will remember Massachusetts...
At'chao ! |
| | | | | ah oué merci, punaise, j'aime le style de ce groupe, mais vaut mieux pas trop écouter ce qu'il racontent, en bons sudistes qu'ils sont... :o/ |
| | manu, 30.09.2002 à 22:19 | 52483 |
| | | spécheuli fore cloclo
Sweet Home, Alabama
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singin' songs about the south land.
I miss ol' 'Bamee once again and I think it's a sin, yes.
Well, I heard Mr Young sing about her.
Well, I heard ol' Neil put 'er down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
A southern man don't need him around anyhow!
Sweet Home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue.
Sweet Home Alabama,
Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
In Birmingham, they love the gov 'nor; boo, boo, boo.
Now we all did what we could do.
Now, Watergate does not bother me,
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth.
Sweet Home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue.
Sweet Home Alabama,
Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
Here I come. Alabama!
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers,
And they've been known to pick a song or two. (Yes they do.)
Lord, they get me off so much,
They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue, 'n' now how 'bout you?
Sweet Home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue.
Sweet Home Alabama,
Lord, I'm comin' home to you.
Sweet Home Alabama, (oh sweet home!)
Where the skies are so blue. (and the gov-'nor's true.)
Sweet Home Alabama, (oh yeah.)
Lord, I'm comin' home to you! (Oo, Oo, yeah, Yeah!)
Montgomery's got the answer.
Lynrd Skynrd. |
| | cubik, 25.09.2002 à 10:55 | 51851 |
| | | Who do u love, Candye Kane (que j'ai vu en concert hier soir, cette femme est géniale)
If your love is black, if your love is white,
If u meet at dark or in broad daylight,
In a back alley bar or a limousine
everybody it's the same old thing.
Who do u love? It's allright.
Who do u love? It's allright.
Makes no difference to the Lord above
He loves u, no matter who u love.
If u discover, it's allright
that u need a gay lover, that's allright,
and if u find out around midnight
that ou need two girls to feel just right.
If u wanna pay money, that's allright
for her to call you "honey", that's allright.
if it takes more action, that's allright,
to get your satisfaction, that's allright.
Who do u love? it's allright.
Who do ou love? it's allright.
Makes no difference to the Lord above
He loves u no matter who u love.
Live your life, play your part.
Let the feelings flow from your heart.
u can't change the tide, u can't change the sea
u just gotta be who u were born to be.
Who do u Love? It's allright.
Who do u love? It's allright?
Makes no difference to the Lord above.
He loves u no matter who u love.
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| | manu, 25.09.2002 à 10:39 | 51849 |
| | | You Know What to Do
When I see you
I just don't know what to say
I like to be with you
Every hour of the day
So if you want me
Just like I need you
You know what to do
I watched you walking by
And you looked alone
I hope that you won't mind
If I walk you back home
And if you want me
Just like I need you
You know what to do
Just call on me
When you're lonely
I'll keep my love
For you only
I'll call on you
If I'm lonely too
Understand I'll stay
With you every day
Make you love me more
In every way
So if you want me
Just like I want you
You know what to do
Just call on me
When you're lonely
I'll keep my love
For you only
I'll call on you
If I'm lonely too
Understand I'll stay
With you every day
Make you love me more
In every way
So if you want me
Just like I need you
You know what to do
George Harrison (The Beatles) |
| | man, 19.09.2002 à 1:26 | 50929 |
| | | Comme on parlait de lui sur l'autre sujet et que c'est la chanson que je connais le mieux...
American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
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| | manu, 18.09.2002 à 15:34 | 50799 |
| | | WASHINGTON BULLETS
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Sandinista!
Que?
THE CLASH |
| | | | Meme principe, mais cette fois, c'est Tyler Durden qui s'y colle
Dust Brithers featuring Tyler Durden - This is your life
and you open the door and you step inside
we're inside our hearts.
now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
that's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light.
I don't think so.
this is your life. good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat.
where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like.
only after disaster can we be resurrected.
it's only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything.
nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.
this is your life (repeat)
it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat)
and it's ending one minute at a time.
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
we are all a part of the same compost heap,
we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear.
you are not the contents of your wallet.
you are not your bowel cancer.
you are not your Grande Latte.
you are not the car you drive.
you are not your fucking khakis.
you have to give up,
you have to give up.
you have to realize that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture!
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
this is your life (repeat)
it doesn't get any better than this.
this is your life (repeat)
and it's ending one minute at a time.
you have to give up.
you have to give up.
welcome to fight club,
if this is your first night, you have to fight. |
| | | | PF Project featuring Ewan McGregor - Choose Life (la vie selon Renton de Trainspotting ;o)))
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows
Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats
You have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life. |
| | manu, 18.09.2002 à 11:44 | 50698 |
| | | PARADISE
Where the river runs black
I take the schoolbooks from your pack
Plastics, wire and your kiss
The breath of eternity on your lips
In the crowded marketplace
I drift from face to face
I hold my breath and close my eyes
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
The Virginia hills have gone to brown
Another day another sun going down
I visit you in another dream
I visit you in another dream
I reach and feel your hair
Your smell lingers in the air
I brush your cheek with my fingertips
I taste the void upon your lips
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
I search for you on the other side
Where the river runs clean and wide
Up to my heart the waters rise
Up to my heart the waters rise
I sink `neath the water cool and clear
Drifting down, I disappear
I see you on the other side
I search for the peace in your eyes
But they're as empty as paradise
They're as empty as paradise
I break above the waves
I feel the sun upon my face
Bruce Springsteen |
| | cubik, 11.09.2002 à 15:50 | 49898 |
| | | Closer, Nine Inch Nail
u let me violate u
u let me desecrate u
u let me penetrate u
u let me complicate u
help me
i broke apart my insides
help me
i've got no soul to sell
help me
the only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself
i wanna fuck u like an animal
i wanna feel u from the inside
i wanna fuck u like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
u get me closer to god
you can have my isolation
you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith
you can have my everything
help me
tear down my reason
help me
it's your sex i can smell
help me
u make me perfect
help me become somebody else
i wanna fuck u like an animal
i wanna feel u from the inside
i wanna fuck u like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
u get me closer to god
all through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
i drink the honey
inside your hive
u are the reason
i stay alive
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| | | | et je m'eleve, je m'enerve, je m'excite: Alabama Song, avant d'etre interprete par les Doors (aussi reprise par David Bowie et Marianne Faithfull -que des gens tres sains ;o))) est une chanson de Kurt Weill et Bertold Brecht, extrait de l'opera de 4 sous, si je me rappelle bien.
Kurt Weill vaincra ! ;o) |
| | | | Biko de Peter Gabriel
j'ai lu ce matin que ca faisait aujourd'hui 25 ans que Steven Biko etait mort... on ne risque pas d'en parler beaucoup dans les journaux
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now |
| | cubik, 11.09.2002 à 12:57 | 49867 |
| | | back in USSR, The Beatles
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
u don't know how lucky u are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
u don't know how lucky u are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
u don't know how lucky u are, boys
Back in the USSR
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, show me round your snow peaked
mountain way down south
Take me to u daddy's farm
Let me hear u balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, u don't know how lucky u are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey
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| | | | Kenny Wayne Shepherd - Deja Voodoo
Needles in my heart, spell on my mind,
your powerful potion gets me every time
I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night,
your kiss burns, through my dreams
(Chorus:)
Here it comes again,
I don't stand a chance
Soul possession,
(texte court mais... oh la vache!!! ;o))) ) |
| | cubik, 09.09.2002 à 9:05 | 49522 |
| | | Lazing on a Sunday afternoon, Queen
I go out to work on a Monday morning
Tuesday I go off to honeymoon
I'll be back again before it's time for Sunny-down
I'll be lazing on a Sunday afternoon
Bicycling on every Wednesday evening
Thursday I go waltzing to the Zoo
I come from London town
I'm just
an ordinary guy
Fridays I go painting in the Louvre
I'm bound to be proposing on a Saturday night (There he goes again)
I'll be lazing on a Sunday
lazing on a Sunday
lazing on a Sunday Afternoon. |
| | manu, 08.09.2002 à 22:55 | 49504 |
| | | Waitin' on a sunny day
It's rainin' but there ain't a cloud in the sky
Must of been a tear from your eye
Everything'll be okay
Funny, thought I felt a sweet summer breeze
Must of been you sighin' so deep
Don't worry we're gonna find a way
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
Without you, I'm workin' with the rain fallin' down
I'm half a party in a one dog town
I need you to chase these blues away
Without you, I'm a drummer girl that can't keep a beat
An ice cream truck on a deserted street
I hope that you're coming to stay
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
Hard times, baby well they come to us all
Sure as the tickin' of the clock on the wall
Sure as the turnin' of the night into day
Your smile girl, brings the mornin' light to my eyes
Lifts away the blues when I rise
I hope that you're coming to stay
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
Bruce Springsteen |
| | nyl, 08.09.2002 à 17:18 | 49427 |
| | | La maladie des steacks Melba Hohoho
La maladie des steacks Melba Hohoho |
| | bat, 07.09.2002 à 16:28 | 49293 |
| | | | et il continue en + ! |
| | manu, 07.09.2002 à 14:58 | 49289 |
| | | | Si si, je les accepte vraiment ;o* |
| | bat, 07.09.2002 à 14:56 | 49288 |
| | | | moué, g comme l'impression k'il se fout de moi le grand chef.... |
| | manu, 07.09.2002 à 14:55 | 49287 |
| | | | J'accepte tes 1000 excuses, bat :o))) |
| | bat, 07.09.2002 à 14:49 | 49286 |
| | | 1000 excuses, grand chef ! j'avais cru avoir mis "love me two times"... comme koi l'erreur est divine aussi :o)))
ceci dit, c assez marrant de t'engueuler, donc je veux bien recommencer :) |
| | manu, 07.09.2002 à 14:45 | 49285 |
| | | | ...bin pas les 4 que je viens de mettre ? si ? j'ai mal cherché alors :o) |
| | bat, 07.09.2002 à 14:42 | 49284 |
| | | | manu, je te signale ke j'avais déjà mis des paroles des Doors, tu aurais pu vérifier...:)) ceci dit, tu as très bon goût :o) |
| | manu, 07.09.2002 à 14:21 | 49283 |
| | | Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)
Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
The Doors |
| | manu, 07.09.2002 à 14:20 | 49282 |
| | | Back Door Man
Wha, yeah!
C'mon, yeah
Yeah, c'mon, yeah
Yeah, c'mon
Oh, yeah, ma
Yeah, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Cause I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
All right, yeah
You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken
Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah
I'm a back door man, wha
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
Well, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
Whoa, baby, I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
The Doors |
| | | | Rarement des chansons sont aussi parlantes pour moi :
Little Rhymes - Mercury Rev
Stairs.... to nowhere climb
I take them......all the time
Crawling on my knees
Walking that old fine line
And when I'm alone and scared
I think up little rhymes
They would make no sense to you
But I make them all the time
And time is all mine
And time is all mine
It's the little pills you find
Crushed to dust, rolling out of sight
They and up in the strangest places
But I take them all the time
And time is all mine
And time is all mine
When everyone... is false
I tell them I'm just fine
I can't... remember their names
But I fake them all the time
And time is all mine
And time is all mine
And time is all mine
And time is all mine
And when I'm alone and scared
I think up little rhymes
They would make no sense to you
But I make them all the time
|
| | J-C, 06.09.2002 à 15:25 | 49144 |
| | | It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
R.E.M
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)
At'chao ! |
| | J-C, 06.09.2002 à 15:22 | 49143 |
| | | Everybody Hurts
R.E.M
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
At'chao ! |
| | manu, 06.09.2002 à 14:37 | 49135 |
| | | Soyons fous
Love Me Two Times
Love me two times, baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times, girl
I'm goin' away
Love me two times, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Oh, yes
Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time, baby
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times, babe
Love me twice today
Love me two times, babe
'Cause I'm goin' away
Love me two time, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
The doors |
| | manu, 06.09.2002 à 14:29 | 49134 |
| | | The end
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
The Doors |
| | Gilles, 03.09.2002 à 17:39 | 48656 |
| | | | Nan nan, je t'assure que ce que j'entends. :) I'll be there for yoooouuu! tatatatatintinta I'll be there for yoooouuu! |
| | cubik, 03.09.2002 à 17:12 | 48651 |
| | | | euh Gilles, je crois qu'il te manque des morceaux >) |
| | man, 03.09.2002 à 16:51 | 48642 |
| | | The Bloodhound Gang - I Hope You Die
...You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird,
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
In front of the Beatles' tour bus,
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck,
Hauling hazardous biological waste,
The light turns red you have no brakes,
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape,
So you can see the look on your face
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!
I hope your Pinto begins to spin,
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran,
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner,
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner,
Perhaps even the British Royal Family,
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy,
And we can't forget the newlyweds,
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead,
I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify,
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he's God,
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob",
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse,
While he masturbates to photos of livestock,
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock,
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance",
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson,
And forces you to play a game called Balls On Chin,
And whatever happens next is all a blur,
But you remember "fist" can be a verb,
And when you finally regain consciousness,
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress,
And the prison guard looks the other way,
'Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify,
I hope you die,
...I hope you die!
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| | Gilles, 03.09.2002 à 16:45 | 48638 |
| | | So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Ta ta ta
Tatintintin tintin ta stuck in second gear!!!!!
I'll be there for yoooooouuuu!
Tatintatatatin
I'll be there for yoooooouuuu!!!
Tatintatatatin
I'll be there for yooooouuuuuu!!!
'Cause you're there for me toooooooo |
| | | | un p'tit Tom Waits:
I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute
Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
So drink your martinis and stare at the moon
Don't mind me I'll continue to croon
Don't mind me if I get a bit loon
I'm your late night evening prostitute
And dance, have a good time
I'll continue to shine
Yes Dance, have a good time
Don't mind me if I slip upon a rhyme
Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
I'm your late night evening prostitute
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| | | | | I'm a poor lonesome cow-boy and a long way from home... |
| | compte supprimé . 02.09.2002 à 0:31 | 48398 |
| | | | Je... Je... Je... Je te méprise. |
| | | | non non j'ai rien avoué du tout...
ne m'oblige pas a contrarier ma nature aimable et conciliante en me faisant sortir des exemples de cd quon peut trouver dans tes poches... ;o))) |
| | compte supprimé . 02.09.2002 à 0:18 | 48396 |
| | | | Tu l'as pas dit ici mais tu l'as avoué sur le tchat :-) |
| | | | MY VAGINA (NOFX)
my vagina has two sets of lips, but i don't got monthly blood drips my vagina hardly even used my vagina got lot's of extra skin, they took my outtie and made it an in turning donnie into marie osmand operation successful, but now i gotta pee threw a miniature hole gotta remember to put the seat down and when i wipe my ass i go from front to back cause i don't want to get a bladder infection i never thought i'd miss my vas deferance i trade it in for a par of huge cans now i get to hang with lesbians operation paid up front now i show all my friend my new designer cunt they think i'm kinda weird but that's ok with me cause now i kick their ass playing from the ladies tee there's nothing finer than having a vagina
|
| | | | | j'ai pas dit ça, relis bien ;o))) |
| | compte supprimé . 01.09.2002 à 15:11 | 48305 |
| | | | Ca va Claude, avec Supergrass et the Divine Comedy tu t'es larguement rattrapé de'avoir dit ailleurs que tu aimes Dolly. :-) |
| | | | I'd Like To Know (supergrass)
I like to wake up on a Saturday, say "Hello you"
A cup of coffee and I smoke a cigaretta or two
Never had it so good
Never got it - it could be love before
I like to run around with everyone you know it's true
Driving down the street I'm always looking for a better view
I'd like to know where all the strange ones go
I'd like to go where all the strange ones go
I'd like to know what all the strange ones know
I've gotta go where all the strange ones go
Do they live alone?
I like to wake up in the middle of a dream with you
Going up and down I'm always looking for a better view
I'd like to know where all the strange ones go
I'd like to go where all the strange ones go
I'd like to know what all the strange ones know
I've gotta go where all the strange ones go
I'd like to know where all the strange ones go
I'd like to go where all the strange ones go
I'd like to know what all the strange ones know
I've gotta go where all the strange ones go
All the strange ones know
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| | | | Lose It (Supergrass)
Don't lose it, no don't lose it
I won't come home 'cos you never hold my hand
And don't lose it, no don't lose it
I won't come home 'cos you never hold my hand
Now...don't you know my name?
So don't lose it, no don't lose it
I won't come home 'cos you never hold my hand
And don't lose it, no don't lose it
I won't come home 'cos you never hold my hand
Now...won't you call my name
I don't want anybody
anyway I know too much to say
I love her again
So don't lose it, no don't lose it
I won't come home 'cos you never hold my hand
Now...won't you call my name?
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| | | | Eric the Gardener (The Divine Comedy)
Julius Caesar came, saw, conquered, went away
'Cause it rained here all the time
Too many sniffs and colds
Got up his Roman nose
So he left it all behind for Eric the gardener to find
Eric the gardener
Eric the gardener will find Eric the gardener
Julius Caesar knew that when his life was through
Something of him would stay behind
Not in a Roman tomb or an Italian womb
But buried deep in English slime
For Eric the gardener to find
Eric the gardener
Eric the gardener will find Eric the gardener
Julius Caesar sleeps soundly beneath your feet
With the rest of humankind
Dig deep and dig some more
Dig to the planet's core
Dig 'til you've gone out of your mind
But all you will ever find is Eric the gardener
All you can ever hope to find is Eric the gardener
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| | | | The National Express (The Divine Comedy)
Take the National Express
when your life's in a mess
It'll make you smile
All human life is here
From the feeble old dear to the screaming child
From the student who knows that to have one of those
Would be suicide
To the family man
Manhandling the pram with paternal pride
And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da..........'
We're going where the air is free
On the National Express there's a jolly hostess
Selling crisps and tea
She'l provide you with drinks and theatrical winks
For a sky-high fee
Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle
Back in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it's hard to get by when your arse is the size
Of a small country
And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da.....'
We're going where the air is free
Tomorrow belongs to me
When you're sad and feeling blue
With nothing better to do
Don't just sit ther feeling stressed
Take a trip on the National Express
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| | | | Generation sex (The Divine Comedy)
Well, there's nothing wrong with a woman having two men, every woman should have at least two men, if you don't, there's something wrong, I mean, guys do it all the time, guys have a woman in this side of town, the other side of town, they have a woman in another city, why shouldn't we, I mean, it's the nineties?!
Generation sex respects the rights of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that's okay
And generation sex elects the type of guys
You wouldn't leave your kids with
And shouts "off with their heads" if they get laid
Lovers watch their backs as hacks in macs
Take snaps through telephoto lenses
Chase Mercedes Benzes through the night
A mourning nation weeps and wails
But keeps the the sales of evil tabloids healthy
The poor protect the wealthy in this world
Generation sex injects the sperm of worms
Into the eggs of field-mice
So you can look real nice for the boys
And generation sex is me and you
And we should really all know better
It doesn't really matter what you say
: It doesn't matter what colour you are as long you're happy, you know, lovin' has no colour, you know I rather be with someone who's white and keeps making me happy than with someone my same colour and making me miserable the rest of my life... |
| | nyl, 26.08.2002 à 17:45 | 46998 |
| | | | Marie Supergrasse... c'est vachement méchant... |
| | cubik, 26.08.2002 à 13:39 | 46911 |
| | | Mary, Supergrass
I got a girl and her name is Mary
I like to shock her on a basis daily
I like to push u over into my stream,
I like to point out that her teeth are green
I tell u stories that you won't understand
I'll have u eating from the palm of my hand
I'm gonna push u further into my dream
The back of every head hold something obscene
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
I get the feeling u're not ordinary
I got a head like falling masonary
I'll cut your strings, ah yes, a puppet machine
I watch u drop and fall apart at the seams
I meant to get u, let there be no doubt
You wanna try and get your teeth knocked out
I'm gonna push u further into my dream
The back of every head holds something obscene
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ay ya ya
ay ya ya
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| | cubik, 22.08.2002 à 19:41 | 46628 |
| | | | bah, y a une autre facon de faire? |
| | compte supprimé . 22.08.2002 à 19:02 | 46624 |
| | | | Appreciez la chanson pke j'ai tout tapé et j'avais meme pas les paroles (introuvables sur le net) tout ca pke cette chanson en vaut vraiement la peine |
| | compte supprimé . 22.08.2002 à 18:57 | 46623 |
| | | Gigante - Sergent Garcia
Yo no soy marinero yo no soy capitan,
Mirame en los ojos y dime la verdad
Intenta abrir puertas siempre me las cierran
Y me quedo como un loco mirando la ciudad
Maldita ciudad, yo quiero escapar
De este pozo sin fundo yo quiero saltar
Esa via sin salida no me queja respirar
Yo voy con cuidado man pa' no resbalar
Un dia yo me iré, un dia yo te llevaré
Un dia yo me iré, un dia gigante seré.
Yo no soy gigante soy un hombre legal
Tu me das la fuerza para poder luchar
Contingo me voy mi nena, doy el salto mortal
Voy pa' donde tu quieras es la vuelta final.
Sera la vida un dia sueño y no pesadilla
Animas mi existencia con tu linda alegria
La vida sigue siendo cotidiana guerrilla
Una sombra siempre me persigue vaya donde vaya.
Un dia yo me iré, un dia yo te llevaré
Un dia yo me iré, un dia gigante seré.
Como un loco me quedo mirando esta ciudad
SUBELO! CUCHALO! ESTA SABROZO! VACILALO!
Estas loco, me dices que te vuelves loco,
Eso es mentira date cuenta que esto es poco a poco
Y que te pasa, repasa, quedate asere en tu casa
Tranquilo mi amigo que eso a cualquiera pasa
Te encerraste, lo buscate y lo encontraste
Y viste que este mundo fuera era un desastre
Pero cuidado que al cojer la calle tu no falles, pierdas el detalle...
Monte le, monte le son de la basse,
Leve le, leve le son du micro,
Car ce qui vient maintenant c'est une pure dedicace
A tous les oufs, qui bougent pour que ca change
A toutes les ladies qui se battent pour que ca bouge
Pa' mi gente, man yo vengo caliente,
Pa' mi gente, cada dia es un combate,
Pa' mi gente, man yo vengo caliente,
Pa' mi gente! |
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