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Auteur :  mad [ Mar 02 Jan 2007, 10:34 ]
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Merci à tous les journalistes, qu'ont un p'tit peu l'goût d'l'aventure
Qu'aiment bien jouer à nos jeux de pistes, les yeux bandés dans la voiture
On roule longtemps on s'fait des tours
En centre-ville on se déchaîne
On fait des blagues, on dit bonjour
A l'omerta qui se promène

On s'habille comme Rambo mais faut pas qu'on voit nos visages
Tous en cagoule sur les photos qui font parfois la première page
On nous traite de terroristes parce qu'on plastique des trucs la nuit
On n'est même pas indépendantistes, on est d'la mafia qui s'ennuie

On s'arrête à l'entrée d'un chemin, on leur fait croire que c'est l'maquis
En fait on est dans le jardin d'un d'mes copains mais j'dirai pas qui
On les fait descendre un par un, on leur a tous donné un badge
Toi Paris-Match tu m'donnes la main, RTL tu portes les bagages

On s'habille comme Rambo mais faut pas qu'on voit nos visages
Tous en cagoule sur les photos qui font parfois la première page
On nous traite de terroristes parce qu'on plastique des trucs la nuit
On n'est même pas indépendantistes, on est d'la mafia qui s'ennuie

On en a eu des prises de tête pendant les répètes
C'est du boulot de faire une jolie mise en scène
On a fait dix fois l'entrée du lance-roquettes
Pis il a fallu changer de groupe électrogène
Le fusil d'assaut ? On avait dit à jardin
Et la mitrailleuse lourde ? T'as qu'à la foutre à cour
J'ai même réécrit tout le texte en alexandrins
pétunia mais TF1 nous a d'mandé de faire plus court
On est dans un état de droit
Avec une justice et des lois
On n'est pas une colonie
On est dans une démocratie
On a le droit d'voter
D'manifester
D'se monter en parti politique
Ona quelques avantages économiques

Alors ça nous fait marrer nos conneries
Et de voir qu'aux informations
Quand on fait péter une gendarmerie
Pas besoin d'revendications
Pour prendre la place des Tibétains
Pour prendre du temps à Bétancourt
C'est sûrement parce qu'il habite loin
Qu'on remplace Marcos de nos jours

Hé il est vingt heures !
C'est les infos les gars !
Bah met la cassette !
Souvent en deux ou troisième titre
Si on fait le premier on enregistre
Souvent en deux ou troisième titre
Quand on fait le premier on enregistre !

On s'habille comme Rambo mais faut pas qu'on voit nos visages
Tous en cagoule sur les photos qui font parfois la première page
On nous traite de terroristes parce qu'on plastique des trucs la nuit
On n'est même pas indépendantistes, on est d'la mafia qui s'ennuie
Les Wriggles
Comme Rambo
Auteur :  casanabo [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 16:56 ]
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Alors voila "de la musique pour attirer les filles" comme disais un copain au lycée quand on faisais les con avec une guitare.

I close my eyes,
only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams,
pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind,
all they are is dust in the wind.

Same old song,
just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do,
crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind,
all we are is dust in the wind


[Now] Don't hang on,
nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away,
and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind,
all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind,
everything is dust in the wind

Kansas
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 18:46 ]
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Oui mais alors faut avoir des mouchoirs sur soi, hein...
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 18:48 ]
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It's not that she walked away
Her world got smaller
All the usual places
The same destinations
Only something's changed.

It's not that she wasn't rewarded
With pomegranate afternoons
And Mingus, Chet Baker and chess
It's not stampede and fortune
Of prim affectations
She's off on a riot(?)
And she knows now
Is greater than the whole
Of the past
Is greater and now she knows

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

It's not that the transparency
Of her earlier incarnations
Now looked back on
Were rich and loaded
With beautiful vulnerability
But now she knows
Now is greater
And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

Now is greater
Now is greater
And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.

It's not like if angels
Could truly look down
Stir up the trappings
A light on the ground
Remind us of what, when, why or who
The how's up to us
Me and you
And now is greater than the whole
Of the past
Is greater and now she knows that.

Now she knows.

"She just wants to be somewhere" (REM)
Auteur :  casanabo [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 22:03 ]
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Pour faire le lot avec celle d'avant
( en général j'alterne entre Dust in the wind et celle la en boucle dans ma tête)

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a Stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a Stairway to Heaven

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

It makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

It makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your Stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold
And If you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

Led Zeppelin
Auteur :  mad [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 22:42 ]
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Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Theres a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 22:49 ]
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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 X3
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 End" (the Doors)
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 22:50 ]
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McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph. down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that full evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy is in the bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

"The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn" (The Pogues)
Auteur :  one else [ Jeu 04 Jan 2007, 23:42 ]
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un peu de chanson qui gniack (du metal):

Hey you, see me, pictures crazy,
All the world I've seen before me passing by,
I've got, nothing, to gain, to lose,
All the world I've seen before me passing by,

You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore.

Hey you, are me, not so pretty,
All the world I've seen before me passing by,
Silent my voice, I've got no choice
All the world I've seen before me passing by,

You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore
I don't see, anymore,
I don't hear, anymore,
I don't speak anymore,
I don't feel.

Hey you, see me, pictures crazy,
All the world I've seen before me passing by,
I've got, nothing, to gain, to lose,
All the world I've seen before me passing by,

You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore,
You don't care about how I feel,
I don't feel it anymore
I don't sleep, anymore,
I don't eat, anymore,
I don't live anymore,
I don't feel.

system of a down, "ATWA"
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Ven 05 Jan 2007, 17:03 ]
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I don't know why you bother
Nothing's ever good enough for you.
(By the way) I was there and it wasn't like that.
You've come here just to start a fight
You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punch-up at a wedding
Yeah
Hypocrite opportunist
Don't infect me with your poison
A bully in a china shop
When I turn 'round you stay frozen to the spot
You had the pointless snide remarks
Of hammerheaded sharks
The pot will call the kettle black
It's a drunken punch-up at a wedding yeah
Oh no no

"Punch-up at a wedding" (Radiohead)
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Lun 08 Jan 2007, 09:56 ]
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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

"Venus in Furs" (The Velvet Underground)
Auteur :  sébastien urbanek [ Ven 12 Jan 2007, 19:08 ]
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I convinced You to Beat Your Wife On a Daily Basis

Your wife 's so possessive, she complains
When you're with friends
She's always a whining cunt , you cave in cuz
You're a fag
BEAT,BEAT,BEAT,BEAT,BEAT YOUR WIFE (x4)
If she doesn't do the dishes or get you another
Beer
Then punch her in the face and throw her down
The stairs
If you don't beat that cunt, she'll walk all over
You
Beat her every day, it's lot of fun too

DICTATORS ARE COOL

Pol Pot killed a million of his people
Idi Amin ate that many for dinner
Papa Doc, his son was even cooler
Ross the Boss was in Manowar

Dictators are cool (x2)

Mussolini got pissed by his people
Hitler had a Charlie Chaplin mustache
Dick Manitoba grabbed my girlfriend's tits
Mark Mendoza was in Twisted Sisters

I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT

I was on my way to turn in illegal Aliens to the INS
And your stupid fucking dog was barking at me
It sounded like a singer from a gay death metal band
I wanted to kick in the fucking face

I sold your dog to a Chinese restaurant (x4)

After I beat the fucking shit out of it
I wanted to throw it through your fucking window
But I needed money to buy some more whiskey
So I sold it to a chinese restaurant

(x4)

Your family ordered a Pu Pu platter
You didn't know what you were eating
It was your fucking gay faithful dog
While you were at the restaurant I lit your house on fire
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Ven 12 Jan 2007, 19:20 ]
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Je remercie les musiciens qui m'ont aidé à tenir cette dure nuit de labeur :

Got a feeling inside (Can't explain)
It's a certain kind (Can't explain)
I feel hot and cold (Can't explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can't explain)

I said ... (Can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (Can't explain)

Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well, maybe they're true
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but …

Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Yeah, hear what I'm saying, girl (Can't explain)

Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad
The things you've said have got me real mad
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but

Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (Can't explain)

I said I can't explain, yeah
You drive me out of my mind
Yeah, I'm the worrying kind, babe
I said I can't explain

"I Can't explain" (the Who)
_____

the imitation picks you up like a habit
riding in the glow of the tv static
taking out the trash to the man
give the people something they understand

mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile
junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock
rich man in a poor man's clothes
the permanent installment of the daily dose

and you tell me, "fool, you tell it like it is";
your wall's gone wider than your head trip is
checking into a small reality
void as a drug you take too regularly

the apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch
the first two folded at the slightest touch
brought down like an old hotel
people digging through the rubble for things they can resell

";happy holidays,"; said sid the saviour
believe in love i still favour
i won't take your medicine
i don't need a remedy
to be everything i'm supposed to be
i don't want nobody else
i can do it by myself
we're meant to be together

now i'm a policeman directing traffic
keeping everything moving, everything static
i'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing
on your way to some everlasting...

better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can
better sell it while you can

"Junk Bond Trader" (Elliott Smith)

.....
Auteur :  Wenlock [ Dim 14 Jan 2007, 04:29 ]
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Tiens, un peu de blues...

Ah, oh, smokestack lightning
Shinin', just like gold
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Ah, whoo hoo, ooh...
Whoo...

Whoa, oh, tell me, baby
What's the, matter with you?
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo
Whoo...

Whoa, oh, tell me, baby
Where did you stay last night?
A-why don't ya hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo
Whoo...

Whoa, oh, stop your train
Let her, go for a ride
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo
Whoo...

Whoa, oh, fare you well
Never see you no more
Why don't you hear me cryin'?
Ooh, whoo hoo, whoo hoo
Whoo...

Whoa, oh, who been here baby since I,
I been gone, a little, bitty boy?
Girl, be on
Ah, whoo hoo, whoo hoo

"Smokestacl lightning" (Howlin' Wolf)
Auteur :  Mithrandir [ Lun 15 Jan 2007, 18:59 ]
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Белая армия, черный барон

Самуил Покрасс старший брат двух других "советских" Покрассов. Эмигрировал в США.


Белая армия,чёрный барон
Снова готовят нам царский трон,
Но от тайги до британских морей
Красная Армия всех сильней.

Припев:

Так пусть же Красная
Сжимает властно
Свой штык мозолистой рукой,
И все должны мы
Неудержимо
Идти в последний смертный бой!

Красная Армия,марш вперёд!
Реввоенсовет нас в бой зовёт.
Ведь от тайги до британских морей
Красная Армия всех сильней!

Припев:

Мы раздуваем пожар мировой,
Церкви и тюрьмы сравняем с землёй.
Ведь от тайги до британских морей
Красная Армия всех сильней!

Припев:

Так пусть же Красная
Сжимает властно
Свой штык мозолистой рукой,
И все должны мы Неудержимо
Идти в последний смертный бой!
Auteur :  shamanphenix [ Lun 15 Jan 2007, 19:35 ]
Sujet du message : 
When der Fuehrer says, « We ist der master race »,
We HEIL ! [fart] HEIL ! [fart] Right in der Fuehrer's face !
Not to love der Fuehrer is a great disgrace,
So we HEIL ! [fart] HEIL ! [fart] Right in der Fuehrer's face !

Spike Jones and His city slickers
Auteur :  Jaya [ Mar 16 Jan 2007, 10:38 ]
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Je suis retombé sur ça :smile: Ahhhhhh ! Nostalgie.......

Zobi la mouche
Les Négresses Vertes

On m'appelle Zobi,
Oui c'est moi la mouche
J'suis pas tant crédible
Car on me trouve louche
Ceux qui lisent la Bible
En ouvrant la bouche
Sont des jolies cibles,
Des gobeurs de mouches.

Et hop! dans le mille
Je fonce dans le gosier
Je ressors par les trous de nez
Et hop! dans le mille
Je fonce dans le gosier
Je ressors par les trous de nez.

Zobi Zobi la mouche
Zobi Zobi la mouche

Faut pas s'faire de bile,
J'me fais pas bouffer
J'suis pas tant débile,
De moi faut s'méfier
Et dans les grand-villes,
Y'a guère de pitié
Mais je me faufile
On ne peut m'écraser.

Et scratch! dans le vil,
Je fonce dans le soulier
Et j'ressors par les trous de pieds
Et scratch! dans le vil,
Je fonce sans le soulier
Et j'ressors par les trous de pieds.

Zobi Zobi la mouche
Zobi Zobi la mouche

Que me veut cette fille,
Oh sacrée gonzesse
Elle est bien gentille,
L'a de jolies fesses
Elle est nue,
Elle brille,
Quelle délicatesse
Si je la titille
Et qu'elle se confesse
Je perds pas la bille,
J'la prends de vitesse.

Top dans l'mille!

Zobi
Zobi
La mouche
Zobi Zobi la mouche
Mouche
Mouche

et dans un auttre registre, un truc qui m'aide à me lever le matin :smile:

Day-o

Day-o, day-o
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Day is a day, is a day, is a day
Is a day, is a day-o
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Work all night, gonna drink our rum
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Stack banana till the morning come
(Till I come and me wanna go home)

Come mister tally man, tally me banana
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Come mister tally man, tally me banana
(Till I come and me wanna go home)

Day ia a day-o
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Day is a day, is a day, is a day
Is a day, is a day
(Till I come and me wanna go home)

A beautiful bunch, a ripe banana
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
I seek deadly lacked a launch-ra
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
(Repeat ** and *** then *)

Day-o, day-o
(Till I come and me wanna go home)
Day is a day, is a day, is a day
Is a day, is a day-o

Jaya du collectif "Mouche et jus de cafard"
Auteur :  Archiviste [ Mar 16 Jan 2007, 11:21 ]
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J'étais à la cool, tranquille ça ce passe,
J'sortais d'un rad à la ramasse ;
Le type a surgit dans la place
Sur un scooter, façon Mad Max.
Puis il s'est approché de moi ;
Combat d'regards, j'le sentais pas.
"T'as l'trois quarts ma caille,
C'est pas du Sky !
Moi j'me le gèle sur mon booster.
Avec ça j's'rais un vrai rappair.
Alors ma gueule tu la ramènes ;
J'vais t'apprendre à jouer à Tekken.
Files moi ton cuir, j'suis trop vénère"
Moi j'lui ai dit : lâche l'affaire

Il m'a mis un low kick ;
J'ai esquivé : sourire.
L'a enchaîné retourné,
J'lui est filé mon cuir.

J'étais à la cool, tranquille ça ce passe.
J'sortais du rad bouffer un grec.
Le type a surgit sur l'boulevard
Dans un coupé ; l'était pas net.
Puis il s'est approché de moi ;
Combat d'regards, j'le sentais pas.
"Wesh wesh gos' bô t'as sortit l'futal
A Seagal ; c'est trop d'la balle.
Regarde comme il craint mon baggy ;
Avec le tien, j's'rais un vrai MC
Viens faire un tour dans ma merco ;
J'vais t'apprendre c'que c'est qu'un barco.
Tu sais, j'suis croq de ton street-wear
Moi, j'ui ai dit : lâche l'affaire.

M'as fait une balayette ;
J'lui est mis un frontal.
L'a enchaîné coup de tête
J'lui ai filé mon futal.

J'étais à la cool, j'me f'sais zizir ;
J'buvais ma rebix dans l'RER.
Les lascars ont surgit dans l'wagon ;
Ils étaient quinze c'était pas bon.
Puis l'plus stockma rapproche de moi ;
Combat d'regards, j'le sentais pas.
"Matte le quidam :
Il a les airs max à Jordan.
Alors blanc bec t'aimes le basket
Ben on va ouèj à ma façon ;
J'vais juste un peu changer le règles :
On est les joueurs, toi t'es l'ballon.
File nous tes pompes, enculé d'ta mère.
Moi, j'ui ai dit : lâche l'affaire.

(R.Wan - "Lâche l'affaire"*)

*celà dit en passant, c'est une excellente réactualisation de "Laisse béton" de Renaud... Et pis je l'ai vu en concert et y poutre ! :razz2:
Auteur :  Lyagor [ Sam 20 Jan 2007, 01:03 ]
Sujet du message : 
Tout près du cap Gris-Nez
Quand j'ai fini d'pêcher
On s'retrouv' chez Léonce
On est onze
On mesure les poissons
En vidant des canons
Et on pass' vit' le cap
Car ça tape
Bientôt plus d'Cap Gris-Nez
Encor' moins d'cap Blanc-Nez
Ceux qu'on voit c'est nos nez
Tout roug's et
Quand les verr's que je lèv'
Ot'nt le sel sur mes lèvres
Moi je pens' à Marie
Qui est partie.

{Refrain:}
Quand la mer monte
J'ai honte, j'ai honte
Quand ell' descend
Je l'attends
A marée basse
Elle est partie hélas
A marée haute
Avec un autre.

Lors le nez dégrisé
Je quitt' l'estaminet
Et j'regard' en rêvant
Le rident
D' l'autr' côté de la mer
Les collin's d'Angleterr'
Montr'nt que l'mond' par ici
Est tout petit
Et à gorg' déployée
Sur le flot déchaîné
Je l'appell' à grands cris
R'viens Marie
P't'êtr' qu'à la molliment
Pour pêcher qu'c'est l'bon temps
Mon filet m'la rendra
Dans mes bras.

{Refrain}
Auteur :  Lyagor [ Sam 20 Jan 2007, 01:39 ]
Sujet du message : 
i want to be the minority
i dont need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause i want to be the minority

i pledge allegiance to the underworld
one nation under dog
there of which i stand alone
a face in the crowd
unsung, against the mold
without a doubt,
singled out
the only way i know

i want to be the minority
i dont need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause i want to be the minority

stepped out of the line
like a sheep runs from the herd
marching out of time
to my own beat now
the only way i know
one light, one mind
flashing in the dark
blinded by silence of a thousand broken hearts
"for cryin out loud" she screamed unto me
a free for all
fuck 'em all
"you are your own sight"

i want to be the minority
i dont need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause i want to be the minority
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