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| Auteur : | Lyagor [ Mer 20 Jan 2010, 16:13 ] |
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Didi a écrit Je vois pas la différence entre les deux franchement, c'est comme Miley Cyrus, de la variété ou rock Disney packagé.
 Peuh, phillistin va. Tu vas voir quand Miley Cyrus sera la nouvelle musique d'intro de Lyag Swagger pour son face-turn, la pop que je vais me prendre! 
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| Auteur : | Didi [ Mer 20 Jan 2010, 23:34 ] |
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Tu peux pas faire ça avant que je t'ai trahi à la fin du Royal Rumble quand même ! |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Ven 29 Jan 2010, 02:56 ] |
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Hé ben on va changer de registre : "It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black 'forty four. When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks As the other ranks held back The enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead Was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives. And kind old King George Sent Mother a note When he heard that father was gone. It was, I recall, In the form of a scroll, With gold leaf and all. And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed With his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, The rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command Took my daddy from me." "When the tigers broke free" (Pink Floyd, sorry, je suis chargé comme un goret à la "Queue de Charrue" après avoir passé la soirée à enchainée Ry Cooder, Dave Gibbons et -bien sûr- Roger Waters avec des potes, sachant qu'on avait commencé par un "maquis des enseignants" en scandant "The Wall") |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Ven 29 Jan 2010, 03:07 ] |
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Et puis quand-même (trois jours que j'écoute le live de 76 en boucle) : "'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." "Shelter from the Storm" (Bob Dylan, rien que) |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Jeu 11 Fév 2010, 17:39 ] |
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Je suis pour le communisme Je suis pour le socialisme Et pour le capitalisme Parce que je suis opportuniste Il y en a qui contestent Qui revendiquent et qui protestent Moi je ne fais qu'un seul geste Je retourne ma veste, je retourne ma veste Toujours du bon côté Je n'ai pas peur des profiteurs Ni même des agitateurs J'fais confiance aux électeurs Et j'en profite pour faire mon beurre Il y en a qui contestent Qui revendiquent et qui protestent Moi je ne fais qu'un seul geste Je retourne ma veste, je retourne ma veste Toujours du bon côté Je suis de tous les partis Je suis de toutes les partys Je suis de toutes les cauteries Je suis le roi des convertis Il y en a qui contestent Qui revendiquent et qui protestent Moi je ne fais qu'un seul geste Je retourne ma veste, je retourne ma veste Toujours du bon côté Je crie vive la révolution Je crie vive les institutions Je crie vive les manifestations Je crie vive la collaboration Non jamais je ne conteste Ni revendique ni ne proteste Je ne sais faire qu'un seul geste Celui de retourner ma veste, de retourner ma veste Toujours du bon côté Je l'ai tellement retournée Qu'ell' craqu' de tous côtés A la prochain' révolution Je retourn' mon pantalon |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Jeu 04 Mars 2010, 00:41 ] |
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We're leaving together But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown The final countdown Ohh We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall 'Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all, yea With so many light years to go and things to be found (To be found) I'm sure that we'll all miss her so It's the final countdown The final countdown The final countdown (The final countdown) Ohh ho ohh The final countdown, oh ho It's the final countdown The final countdown The final countdown (The final countdown) Ohh It's the final countdown We're leaving together The final countdown We'll all miss her so It's the final countdown (The final countdown) Ohh, it's the final countdown Yea ---- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_IKcMl_a9A Comme quoi, le Sden est mauvais pour la santé mentale. Avouez que vous ne l'avez jamais entendue comme ça : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0StFmwrrn8A&NR=1 |
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| Auteur : | Arnok [ Jeu 04 Mars 2010, 08:50 ] |
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si vous aimez les reprise : http://www.pardon-my-french.fr/
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Mer 10 Mars 2010, 23:21 ] |
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"Can you tell me where my country lies?, Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes It lies with me, cried the Queen of Maybe For her merchandise, he traded in his prize Paper late!, cried a voice in the crowd Old man dies! The note he left was signed old father Thames, It seems he's drowned Selling England by the pound Citizens of Hope and Glory Time goes by It's 'the time of your life' Easy now, sit you down Chewing through your Wimpey dreams They eat, without a sound Digesting England by the pound Young man says you are what you eat - eat well Old man says you are what you wear - wear well You know what you are, you don't give a damn Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance... Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the moonlit knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout There's a fat old lady outside the saloon Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune The deck is uneven right from the start All of their hands are playing apart The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance... Follow on! A round Table-talking down we go You're the show! Off we go with - You play the hobbyhorse I'll play the fool We'll tease the bull Ringing round and loud, loud and round Follow on! With a twist of the world we go Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the moonlit knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout" "Dancing with the moonlight knight" (Genesis, un peu de prog) |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Mer 21 Avr 2010, 12:55 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
'tain, j'ai un truc suisse en tête : Paparazzi par Subdelux. Pour les paroles, c'est un poil long, ça ne se trouve pas sur le web, et ça ne vaut pas l'effort ^^ |
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| Auteur : | Elch [ Mar 04 Mai 2010, 09:31 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
rhaaa, ça reste un des trucs les plus efficaces que je connaisse pour remettre la pèche:  Paranoia is in bloom, The PR transmissions will resume They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumped down And hope that we will never see the truth around (so come on) Another promise, another seed Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed And all the, Green belts wrapped around our minds And endless, red tape to keep the truth confined (so come on) They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious so come on Interchanging mind control Come let the, revolution takes its toll If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye You'd see that We should never be afraid to die (so come on) Rise up and take the power back It's time the fat cats had a heart attack You know that their time's coming to an end We have to unify and watch our flag ascend They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious (so come on) They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us We will be victorious (so come on) Uprising (muse) oui je suis une fan-girl de magnolia comme l'aurait dit l'autre gris là bas aux temps ancestraux |
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| Auteur : | Haazeven [ Mar 04 Mai 2010, 10:56 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Under Moebius (Chihara Minori), traduit du japonais à l'anglais par je sais pas qui... under section, might Moebius replay play play Moebius land wake but our Moebius ring the ring Existence, past, present, local time difference Amendment, improper, restartable Selection, comprehension, junction search, manual if now... a trap is born and yet being raised Just expectation is beyond comprehension, beyond reason "Moebius" A forbidden carving wanders the reverse future Remaining unaware of its armful of inconsistencies If it does not notice, then I will give pursuit It has already disappeared, disappeared... wrong. This thoroughly distorted speed (? (the link) is where?) Specific. It's been such a long time, and now... a trap is born and yet raised Such things as expectation are beyond comprehension, beyond reason "Moebius" The designated point I was told to close is a scheduled axis By my own hands the useless interference is reverted With merely being told, the disturbance increases So, I shall not lose interest, lose interest... uncertain The brightness, for the sake of not turning back (Intends to deceive me?) Correct. Therefore, it is not a riddle, rather a wish resembling one To grant it, reschedule until it is completed if now... a trap is born and yet being raised Just expectation is beyond comprehension, beyond reason "Moebius" under section, might Moebius replay play play Moebius land wake but our Moebius ring the ring Existence, past, present, local time difference Amendment, improper, restartable Selection, comprehension, junction establishment, automatic |
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| Auteur : | casanabo [ Sam 26 Juin 2010, 18:30 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
This is the final war along the Lonian Sea, the Battle of Actium Mark Antony's forces to engage Octavian's legions at sea Breaking the alliance of the Second Triumvirate Cleopatra and Antony to defy Caesarion named King of Kings A lethal threat to Octavian Two Hundred Thirty warships at sea Headed by the great Mark Antony Devastating loss forces retreat Agrippa's forces led by experience at sea Roma shines once again, Octavian's forces powerful and unmatched Two hundred ships lost Five Thousand lives lost Broken line, broken will There's no place for glory to heal Raised in blood, raised in fear There's no place for honor to heal There's no place for glory, there's no place for honor... Cleopatra Bring this war to foreign land, Alexandria The final encounter between two of Rome's greatest leaders comes to an end Two hundred thirty warships at sea Headed by the great Mark Antony Devastating loss forces retreat Agrippa's forces led by experience at sea Roma shines once again, Octavian's forces powerful and unmatched Two hundred ships lost Five thousand lives lost Broken line, broken will There's no place for glory to heal Raised in blood, raised in fear There's no place for honor to heal de Ex Deo, un groupe de Death Metal qui a décidé d'utiliser l'histoire de Rome pour ses textes |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Mer 07 Juil 2010, 10:48 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
A tear in the membrane Allows the voices in They wanna push you off the path With their frequency wires And you can do no wrong In my eyes In my eyes You can do no wrong In my eyes In my eyes A drunken salesman Your hearing damage Your mind is restless They say youre getting better But you dont feel any better Your speakers are blowing Your ears are wrecking Your hearing damage You wish you felt better You wish you felt better You can do no wrong In my eyes In my eyes You can do no wrong In my eyes In my eyes In my In my eyes In my eyes In my eyes Thom Yorke - Hearing Damage : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7nz6-UVrmU |
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| Auteur : | Haazeven [ Jeu 08 Juil 2010, 23:10 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Train-whistles, sweet clementine Blueberries dancers in line Cobwebs, a bakery sign Ooooh a sweet clementine Ooooh dancers in line Ooooh If living is seeing I'm holding my breath In wonder, I wonder What happens next? A new world A new day to see I'm softly walking on air Halfway to heaven frontier Sunlight unfolds in my hair Ooooh I'm walking on air Ooooh to heaven frontier Ooooh If living is seeing I'm holding my breath In wonder, I wonder What happens next? A new world A new day to see To see... Bjork - New World (Selmasongs) |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Jeu 22 Juil 2010, 19:36 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen Mit diesem Herz hab ich die Macht die Augenlider zu erpressen ich singe bis der Tag erwacht ein heller Schein am Firmament Mein Herz brennt Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht Dämonen Geister schwarze Feen sie kriechen aus dem Kellerschacht und werden unter euer Bettzeug sehen Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht ein heller Schein am Firmament Mein Herz brennt Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht und stehlen eure kleinen heißen Tränen sie warten bis der Mond erwacht und drücken sie in meine kalten Venen Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen ich singe bis der Tag erwacht ein heller Schein am Firmament Mein Herz brennt MEIN HERZ BRENNT (Rammstein, oeuf corse) |
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| Auteur : | Gap [ Lun 26 Juil 2010, 11:12 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
No way of knowing if she's ever coming back No way of knowing if I care or not No way of knowing if she's right or if she's wrong No way of knowing if I'll carry on And I'm alive And I'm alone And I've never wanted to be either of those And she shines And she shines for me she shines for me.... No way of knowing if she's ever coming back No way of knowing if I care or not No way of knowing if she's right or if she's wrong No way of knowing if I'll carry on And she shines And she shines for me she shines for me.... And I'm alive And I'm alone And I've never wanted to be either of those I'm alive I'm alone And I never wanted to be either of those And she shines And she shines for me She shines for me.... Alive alone (The Chemical Brothers) |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Sam 11 Sep 2010, 11:08 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Alors quoi, vous avez arrêté de chanter tout l'été ? "American hunter, bring ‘em up the north side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here’s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns You be the red king, I’ll be the yellow pawn God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye Shoot a few, knock ‘em down, cost you half a buck now Guns, guns, guns Babe give you kisses if you hit a rubber duck now Guns, guns, guns You be the red king, I’ll be the yellow pawn Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou God speed Mother Nature Never really wanted to say good-bye" "Guns, guns, guns" (The Guess Who) |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Mar 05 Oct 2010, 05:05 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
"I wish that I had known in That first minute we met The unpayable debt That I owed you Because you'd been abused By the bone that refused you And you hired me To make up for that And walking in that room When you had tubes in your arms Those singing morphine alarms Out of tune They had you sleeping and eating And I didn't believe them When they called you A hurricane thundercloud When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile You didn't talk for a while You were freezing You said you hated my tone It made you feel so alone So you told me I had to be leaving But something kept me standing By that hospital bed I should have quit but instead I took care of you You made me sleep all uneven And I didn't believe them When they told me that there Was no saving you" "Kettering" (The Antlers) |
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| Auteur : | Wenlock [ Mar 05 Oct 2010, 05:09 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
"With all the clarity of dream The sky so blue, the grass so green The rank and file and the navy blue The deep and strong, the straight and true The blue line they got the given sign The belts and boots march forward in time The wood and leather the club and shield Swept like a wave across the battlefield Now with all the clarity of dream The blood so red, the grass so green The gleam of spur on chestnut flank The cavalry did burst upon the ranks Oh the iron will and Iron Hand In englands green and pleasant land No music for the shameful scene That night they said it had even shocked the queen Well alas weve seen it all before Knights in armour, days of yore The same old fears and the same old crimes We havent changed since ancient times" "Iron Hand" (Dire Straits) |
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| Auteur : | Isawa t'ien kong [ Mar 05 Oct 2010, 06:21 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Toune D'automne Comment ça va ma p'tite soeur? Viens que j'te serre dans mes bras Pis, as-tu r'trouvé l'bonheur Dans ton trip au Canada? Dans l'bout' c't'année y s'est pas passé grand'chose C't'un peu morose... J'espère au moins qu'c't'ait l'fun là-bas Chu fier que tu m'aies pas ramené Un beau-frère de l'Alberta Ça m'aurait un peu ébranlé Jure-moi donc que c'fois là tu restes à' maison pour de bon Anyway chu content que tu r'viennes T'arrives en même temps qu'l'automne Tsé qu'ça m'a fait ben d'la peine De t'voir partir ma mignonne... Icitte y'a papa qui se r'met De sa p'tite opération T'aurais dû l'voir y feakait Fallait l'traiter aux p'tits oignons Et môman s'est inquièté toute l'année À cause de toé... De mon bord j'ai décidé D'arrêter de végéter J'rentre à l'université On verra c'que ça va donner Mais tu m'connais chu pas motivé plus qui faut C'est pas nouveau... Anyway chu content que tu r'viennes T'arrives en même temps qu'l'automne Tsé qu'ça m'a fait ben d'la peine De t'voir partir ma mignonne... J'ai vu Simon le mois passé Ç'avait pas trop l'air de filer Y m'a dit qu't'avais pas appelé Depuis sa fête en février Si tu l'aimes pus faudrait peut-être pas l'niaiser C't'un bon buddy Et puis toé ma p'tite soeur Es-tu toujours aussi perdue? C'est ti encore la grande noirceur? Ou ben si t'as r'pris le dessus? Tsé qu'la vie est parsemée de p'tites misères Faut pas t'en faire... Anyway chu content que tu r'viennes T'arrives en même temps qu'l'automne Tsé qu'ça m'a fait ben d'la peine De t'voir partir ma mignonne... Anyway chu content que tu r'viennes T'arrives en même temps qu'l'automne Les Cow-boys fringants Toune d'automne |
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