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| Auteur : | mad [ Sam 20 Jan 2007, 19:51 ] |
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sweat • tools I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and the fisherman, and he's trying to remember when, but it makes him dizzy. Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar. Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream. Must be the way you whisper. The sun is setting cool again. I'm the thinker and the fisherman and I'm trying to remember when but it makes me dizzy. and I'm sweating, and breathing, and staring and thinking and sinking deeper and it's almost like I'm swimming. Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar. Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream. It's the way you whisper. It drags me under and takes me home. Aujourd'hui, c'était mon jour de vacances. J'ai finis hier, je reprends lundi. |
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| Auteur : | bernic qu'on sort [ Lun 29 Jan 2007, 11:18 ] |
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Les chaussettes célibataires C'est un des plus grands mystères De toute l'humanité Les chaussettes célibataires Qui ont perdu leur moitié On a beau ramper par terre Fouiller sous tous les sommiers La voilà soudain solitaire Pendant que vous vous dormiez Hier encore pareilles Elles étaient à vos pieds Comme une paire d'oreilles L'une sur l'autre copiée Génétiquement doubles Pareillement colorées Identiquement souples Unies à carreaux rayées Le-e-e-s chausse-e-ettes Célibatai-ai-ai-res Sont un des plus grands mystè-è-res Sur la te-e-rre Qui a séparé ce couple A jamais dépareillé ? Qui a kidnappé ce double Brisé cette union sacrée Un voleur unijambiste Un cul de jatte cleptomane Un cambrioleur fétichiste Odeur-de-chaussette-omane J'ai bien soupçonné la poudre Et les machines à laver De secrètement les dissoudre En prétendant les lessiver Comme un chaudron de chaux vive Un chapeau de magicien On voit bien qu'à chaque lessive Il y a une chaussette en moins J'ai tendu dans mon étable En Jersey de laine fine Une guirlande improbable De chaussettes orphelines Quand le cerf brame à l'automne La biche au coït est forcée Le pinson pince sa pinsonne Mais mes chaussettes veulent divorcer Où vont-ils donc solitaires Tous ces bateaux démâtés Ces sœurs qui pleurent l'âme frère Ces cœurs qui cherchent leur moitié Amis soyez donc solidaires De tous ces amours estropiés Et chaque chaussette célibataire Trouvera chaussure à son pied (Claude Sémal) |
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| Auteur : | mad [ Lun 29 Jan 2007, 16:44 ] |
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I hate the world today You're so good to me I know but I can't change Tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath Innocent and sweet Yesterday I cried Must have been relieved to see The softer side I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything All rolled into one Chorus: I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way So take me as I am This may mean You'll have to be a stronger man Rest assured that When I start to make you nervous And I'm going to extremes Tomorrow I will change And today won't mean a thing Chorus Just when you think, you got me figured out The season's already changing I think it's cool, you do what you do And don't try to save me Chorus I'm a bitch, I'm a tease I'm a goddess on my knees When you hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover I've been numb, I'm revived Can't say I'm not alive You know I wouldn't want it any other way Meredith Brooks Bitch |
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| Auteur : | Papy [ Lun 29 Jan 2007, 16:48 ] |
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Crise de teenager mad ? It's bugging me, grating me And twisting me around Yeah I'm endlessly caving in And turning inside out 'cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control It's holding me, morphing me And forcing me to strive To be endlessly cold within And dreaming I'm alive 'cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm not breaking down I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control And I want you now I want you now I'll feel my heart implode And I'm breaking out Escaping now Feeling my faith erode Ma femme est passée en mode Muse |
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| Auteur : | mad [ Lun 29 Jan 2007, 16:53 ] |
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Papy a écrit Crise de teenager mad ?
Non, elle est juste passée à la radio, et ca me fait toujours autant d'effet. |
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| Auteur : | bernic qu'on sort [ Mar 30 Jan 2007, 08:35 ] |
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J'aime pas me reveiller toute seule, ne pas avoir mon bonjour avec le calin qui va avec (le samourai s'est jete sur les chemins a des heures indues) donc voici pour radoucir les reveils solitaires : Bonjour mon coeur, bonjour ma douce vie. Bonjour mon oeil, bonjour ma chère amie, Hé ! bonjour ma toute belle, Ma mignardise, bonjour, Mes délices, mon amour, Mon doux printemps, ma douce fleur nouvelle, Mon doux plaisir, ma douce colombelle, Mon passereau, ma gente tourterelle, Bonjour, ma douce rebelle. Hé ! faudra-t-il que quelqu'un me reproche Que j'aie vers toi le coeur plus dur que roche De t'avoir laissée, maîtresse, Pour aller suivre le Roi, Mendiant je ne sais quoi Que le vulgaire appelle une largesse ? Plutôt périsse honneur, court, et richesse, Que pour les biens jamais je te relaisse, Ma douce et belle déesse. - Ronsard - |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Mar 30 Jan 2007, 09:46 ] |
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Read up your history and then you'll reach your destination Teach up the youth and then you'll find the solution Education is the key will be for eternity Come focus upon dis and then you will see We've come so far so fast from what they call the past Laying down foundations and we know they're gonna last Present and the future we will never stall Realise united we stand and divided we fall This is the wall of community sound We're comin to get you comin to track you down No escapin from this militant scientist Suffer no defeat is upon top of the list Hope and glory the myth of the Labour Tories We're comin down and tellin you a different story Any time when we come positive and confident And them coulda never escape this ya judgement Them coulda never escape this ya judgement Yes them coulda never escape this ya judgement ! Read up your history and then you'll reach your destination "The Judgement" (Asian Dub Foundation) |
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| Auteur : | bernic qu'on sort [ Mar 30 Jan 2007, 15:16 ] |
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh!" "Alive-a-live-oh, Alive-a-live-oh", Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh". She was a fishmonger, And sure 'twas no wonder, For so were her mother and father before, And they each wheeled their barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!" (chorus) She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Now her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"[/i] |
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| Auteur : | Lyagor [ Ven 02 Fév 2007, 21:51 ] |
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Sinik -D3.32 (morceau ecrit en taule, d332 c'etait son numero de cellule) Avant j'étais comme toi rien dans la tête je voulais prouver aux autres que la prison n'impressionnait que ceux qui répondaient aux ordres ; Que j'arriverais à vivre, entre le souci et les sursis, Mais j'ai vu pire c'est la juge qui me poussera au suicide ... Même les parents t'écartent, depuis mon crew s'égare, Et mon avenir se trouve entre les gares mais jamais dans les cartes. Bien trop sauvage après le sautage on nous enferme au zoo, Et nous on s'organise entre la taule, le cimetière et l'hosto !!! Si tu savais que j'ai dû dérailler pour pé-ra mec, J'en ai bavé mais nique sa mère depuis j'apprends à faire avec ; Et puis c'est simple tu sens la rage quand les amis s'arrachent, A Fleury-Mérogis c'est soit t'es fort ou soit tu niques ta race !! Bref, ne sois pas dupe quand ça finit au stup, Depuis j'ai fait un tri entre mes supers potes et les grosses putes ! Parce que mes rêves ont fait place aux cauchemars, Ecoute et rappelle-toi de cette pétunia de chanson écrite au shtar ! Regarde, comment cette pute de juge me sous-estime, Et j'en suis là car les victimes ont fini sous mes tim ; Toi tu sais pas aucun espoir que ça aille beaucoup mieux Je résiste même si ces enculés de leur mère se prennent pour dieu ! Plus rien à faire lorsque la vie t'oblige à rendre des comptes, Quand tu t'allonges à l'ombre, parce que des cons t'obligent à faire des pompes ; Mauvais élève et toi tu penses qu'on s'en mordrait les lèvres, Écoute-moi bien dans tous les cas ce ne sera qu'un mauvais rêve ! Le décors est malsain, jusqu'à la douche du sang sur les parois, Si t'as du mal à me croire va voir les mères s'effondrer au parloir ; Et la France cherche tous les coupAbles Qui s'agressent à coup de hache, du beau temps à l'orage, Et les lascars trop faibles se découragent ! Au fond du trou j'ai toujours eu des matraques dans mes roues, J'écris sous les verrous, j'avance mais je sais plus vers où ; C'est trop la magnolia alors décoffre et sors le zetla mec, J'attends les news du block parce que mes tass ne racontent que de la magnolia !! Déjà 3 fois ma foi, le coeur bloqué ok mais rien à foutre, blessé, J'ai dû laisser mon téléphone et mes rêves à la fouille ; La taule détruit valable du D3 au D5, Trop dur de rester sain R2 l'a dit toujours le même dessein. Nos parents souffrent, j'entends leur cri pour éviter la crise, Je suis triste, à part le fait qu'ici y'a pas d'artiste ; Ma vie, ma haine, ma putin de peine, mes lyrics et ma drogue, Mes embrouilles et la prison n'a pas brisé ma prod ! Je veux décrocher les rues, l'Essonne et les gros chiens J'ai qu'une seule chose en tête revoir mes proches avant l'été prochain. Sinon rien de neuf la vie est pauvre et les lois sont che-ri, J'ai refusé le parloir pour que ma mère ne voit jamais Fleury ; C'est dur, mais moi j'assume sans même essayer de fuir, Cesser de penser au pire, même les barreaux ne peuvent m'empêcher de nuire. Sans plaisanter malgré la taule j'aimerais rester en paix, Aucun remord, aucune putin d'excuse à présenter ! Les mâtons pleurent parce que leur femme ont l'air de futures veuves, Je voudrais revoir mes potes et peter le cul d'une meuf ; Pas aussi dur que tu le pensais mon frère faut juste tenir putin comment te le dire C'est vers le bas que la son-pri te tire ! C'est froid et moche, violent quand le proc te met la dose, Dédramatise mon pote ici c'est och ouais mais c'est pas Oz ! Et toute la nuit j'entends mes potes crier derrière les porteS, Bienvenue dans le monde où les voyous sont les uns sur les autres !!!!! Et je vis en manque de liberté, de meufs et de putin de beat, Si on t'invite refuse ou bien ta vie ne sera qu'un putin de vide L'avenir s'effondre, sois fort pour y trouver ton compte, C'est vrai chacun son monde mais dans celui où je dors la pression monte. Atomisé, je perds à vouloir trop miser et j'ai du mal à croire Qu'il y a peu de temps les gens m'applaudissaient ; Mais quand je vais reprendre beaucoup de pédales seront virées du rap Oublie-moi vite, refais ta vie je suis irrécupérable ! Pourtant je sais que ce putin de monde ne sera jamais refait J'ai les deux genoux à terre, eux ils m'ont fait tomber mais je vais me relever. Alors j'attends retour en cage et à la case départ, Et on m'informe que tout va bien que dehors ça brasse des barres ! Les mômes grandissent surtout Diana, Shinese et Kelissa Attend, je dois fAire une pause parce que mon stylo pleure quand j'écris ça ; Et une fois libre si j'ai plus rien j'irai piller les caisses, Et au parloir je repars avec ma drogue coincée entre les fesses !! C'est sans amour et quelques mecs se patatent dans la cours, Ca rigole pas normal et on est en taule donc on est pas là pour. Comprenez-moi pas de ceux qui flippent, je veux être de ceux qui fuient Me parle pas de chance parce que cette pute ne sait même pas qui je suis, J'ai 22 ans, my man la vie que je mène m'échappe, Dehors j'oublierai tout et tard le soir j'irai brûler mes sapes ; J'irai retrouver tous mes intimes et tous mes soces intenses Gentil, je deviens méchant parce que la roue ne tourne que dans un sens !! Que la France baise sa putin de mère avec ces emplois jeunes, Fleury son-pri c'est gris alors si m'écrit envoie-moi le sun. Sors pas les crocs même si l'ennemi commence à parler trop, Souvent je regrette la vie maltraite et j'ai eu mal très tôt, Je veux être un ange j'y arrive pas car les démons m'entourent, La tape et les combines j'ai tout appris en taule mais pas en cours J'ai beaucoup de mal à m'endormir quand les souvenirs me hantent ; Ici les gens me mentent et les bergères me manquent !! Ils ignorent tout de ma vie triste où de mes raisonnements, J'ai décollé, puis je suis retombé sombrer dans l'isolement. Ne me dis pas que tu me comprends non qu'est ce que t'en sais Nous on est là cousin bien défoncé pour éviter de penser. Aide-moi, j'ai des soucis et j'ai l'air aminci, Et je serai libre lorsque la juge en décidera ainsi ; Pourtant tu sais je vais arriver mais y'a que des place étroites, Des paroles froides, pour mon D3 et tout mon 3é droite !!!!! |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Sam 03 Fév 2007, 14:10 ] |
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No pussyfootin' or that look of surprise Can't hide the holes in your eyes or cover up that bitter smile All the birds can see that you're heading south That mirror deep in your mouth reflects you running on for miles When you cut the lights out think of me When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see But are they real? That face will be revealed Nobody's callin' that payphone in your mind I wonder just what they find but that line's busy all the time I ain't got nothing by your seed on my face You'll put them babies to waste without your finger in the pie When you cut the lights out think of me When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see But are they real? That face will be revealed My mama told me one thing I'll remember till I die The one you want the most will be the one that you defy The times they're gonna love you Like stitches in the scar You can never run from trouble 'Cause there ain't no place that far When you cut the lights out think of me When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see But are they real? That face will be revealed "Lights" (Scissor Sisters- Elch me demande de vous préciser que c'est l'une des musiques du spectacle qu'elle joue actuellement "A quoi rêve Wonder Woman ?") |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Lun 12 Fév 2007, 10:38 ] |
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Je dépoussière mes vieux enregistrement d'Irish Folk... Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear. What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law What is right and what is wrong by the law What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long A weak arm and a strong for to draw. What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife famed afar? What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war. Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state Then leave your schemes alone in the state Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun And leave a man alone to his fate. Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun And leave a man alone to his fate... And leave a man alone to his fate. "The Jacobites by Name" (Robert Burns) |
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| Auteur : | casanabo [ Lun 12 Fév 2007, 10:52 ] |
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Extrait de ce qui tourne dans ma tête en ce moment en boucle : I'm a sailor peg and i've lost my leg i've climbed up the top sails i've lost my leg! I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg I'm a sailor peg and i've lost my leg i've climbed up the top sails i've lost my leg! I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg Dropkick Murphys : I'm Shipping Up To Boston |
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| Auteur : | Le nain Portekôi [ Lun 12 Fév 2007, 11:39 ] |
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I've been a wild rover for many's the yea And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I promise to play The Wild Rover no more. And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play The Wild Rover No never no more I went to an Ale House I used to fequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit she answered me nay Such custom as your I can have any day And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play The Wild Rover No never no more I took from me pocket 10 Sovereigns Bright And the landlady's legs opened wide with delight She said iI have wiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke were only in Jest And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play The Wild Rover No never no more I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon the prodigal son And when they've embrassed me as oft times before I promise to play The Wild Rover no more And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play The Wild Rover No never no more And it's no nay never No nay never no more Will I play The Wild Rover No never no more ... une reprise des Dropkick Murphys (de je ne sais pas qui à la base,...) |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Lun 12 Fév 2007, 14:47 ] |
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Les Dubliners, je crois. |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Mer 14 Fév 2007, 14:40 ] |
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Hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killer poor Laurie Foster You know you're bound to die You took her on the hillside, as God almighty knows You took her on the hillside by there you took her clothes You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused You took her by the roadside where there you took her shoes So Hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killer poor Laurie Foster You know you're bound to die You took her on the hillside for to make her your wife You took her on the hillside where there you took her life You dug a grave four feet long, you dug it three feet deep And throwed the cold clay o'er her and tramped it with your feet So Hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killer poor Laurie Foster You know you're bound to die Take down my old violin and play it as you please At this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me This world and one more then where do you reckon I'd be If it hadn't been for Grayson, I'd a-been in Tennessee Hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killer poor Laurie Foster And now you're bound to die "Tom Dooley" (trad. US aux 1000 variarions, ça c'est la version des Sweeney's Men, irlandais) |
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| Auteur : | Lyagor [ Mer 21 Fév 2007, 19:29 ] |
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Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Check it out Going out On the late night Looking tight Feeling nice It's a cock fight I can tell I just know That it's going down Tonight At the door we don't wait cause we know them At the bar six shots just beginning That's when dick head put his hands on me But you see I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Midnight I'm drunk I don't give a fuck Wanna dance by myself Guess you're outta luck Don't touch back up I'm not the one Alright Listen up it's just not happening You can say what you want to your boyfriends Just let me have my fun tonight Aiight I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Break break Break it down In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah You know who you are High fivin, talkin shit, but you're going home alone aren't cha? I'm not here for your entertainment No no no You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second (Just take a second) I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight Yeah oh Pink- U and Ur hand |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Ven 02 Mars 2007, 12:50 ] |
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It's not easy having yourself a good time Greasing up those bets and betters Watching out they don't four-letter Fuck and kiss you both at the same time Smells-like something I've forgotten Curled up died and now it's rotten I'm not a gangster tonight Don't want to be a bad guy I'm just a loner baby And now you're gotten in my way I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride It's a bitch convincing people to like you If I stop now call me a quitter If lies were cats you'd be a litter Pleasing everyone isn't like you Dancing jigs until I'm crippled Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride Oh I could throw you in the lake Or feed you poisoned birthday cake I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me when I'm sleeping That's why I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride... "I can't decide" (des Scissor Sisters, décidemment ce groupe m'éclate...) |
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| Auteur : | Lyagor [ Sam 03 Mars 2007, 18:49 ] |
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Hey girl I got somethin' real important to give you So just sit down and listen Girl you know we've been together such a long long time (such a long time) And now I'm ready to lay it on the line (Wooow) You know it's Christmas and my heart is open wide Gonna give you something so you know what's on my mind A gift real special, so take off the top Take a look inside -- it's my dick in a box Not gonna get you a diamond ring That sort of gift don't mean anything Not gonna get you a fancy car Girl ya gotta know you're my shining star Not gonna get you a house in the hills A girl like you needs somethin' real Wanna get you somethin' from the heart Somethin' special girl It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box babe It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl See I'm wise enough to know when a gift needs givin' (yeah) And I got just the one, somethin' to show ya that you are second to none To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress It's easy to do just follow these steps 1: Cut a hole in a box 2: Put your junk in that box 3: Make her open the box And that's the way you do it It's my dick in a box... my dick in a box babe It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl Christmas; dick in a box Hanukkah; dick in a box Kwanzaa; a dick in a box Every single holiday a dick in a box Over at your parent's house a dick in a box Mid day at the grocery store a dick in a box Backstage at the CMA's a dick in a box (yeah-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow) A dick in a box, a dick in a box, a dick in a box... Justin Timberlake "Dick in a box" Le clip est un pur bonheur. |
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| Auteur : | casanabo [ Mar 06 Mars 2007, 15:17 ] |
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J'aime bien mettre ce qui me trotte dans la tête en boucle Giant steps are what you take Walking on the moon I hope my legs dont break Walking on the moon We could walk for ever Walking on the moon We could live together Walking on, walking on the moon Walking back from your house Walking on the moon Walking back from your house Walking on the moon Feet they hardly touch the ground Walking on the moon My feet dont hardly make no sound Walking on, walking on the moon Some may say Im wishing my days away, no way And if its the price I pay, some say Tomorrows another day, youll stay I may as well play Giant steps are what you take Walking on the moon I hope my legs dont break Walking on the moon We could walk for ever Walking on the moon We could be together Walking on, walking on the moon Some may say Im wishing my days away no way And if its the price I pay, some say Tomorrows another day, youll stay I may as well play |
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| Auteur : | casanabo [ Ven 09 Mars 2007, 16:54 ] |
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oh how do you do, young willy mcbride do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside and rest for a while in the warm summer sun i've been walking all day, and im nearly done and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the great fallen in 1916 well i hope you died quick and i hope you died clean oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined and though you died back in 1916 to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen or are you a stranger without even a name forever enshrined behind some old glass pane in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest the sun shining down on these green fields of france the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance the trenches have vanished long under the plow no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land the countless white crosses in mute witness stand till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man and a whole generation were butchered and damned [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride do all those who lie here know why they died did you really believe them when they told you the cause did you really believe that this war would end wars well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame the killing and dying it was all done in vain oh willy mcbride it all happened again and again, and again, and again, and again [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest dropkick Murphy's the green field of france |
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