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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Lun 03 Oct 2011, 22:29 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
it's been so long since i've had a smile i've been down for such a long while if you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you you kiss me now and i'll turn away I think i'm still kissing yesterday if you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you so love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one who can make me happy love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one who can make me happy cheer me up, c'mon and cheer me up i don't wanna spend the rest of my days in yesterdays daydream..no.. it looked bad, but it felt good I feel my heart though you're knocking on wood if you chould cheer me up, i could learn to love you so generous, on being kind with selfishness in the back of my mind if you chould cheer me up, i could learn to love you so love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one that can make me happy so love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one that can make me happy cheer me up, c'mon and cheer me up i don't wanna spend the rest of my days in yesterdays daydream don't wanna spend the rest of my days in yesterdays promises it's been so long since i've had a smile i stayed sad for such a long while if you chould cheer me up, i could learn to love you so love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one who can make me happy love me, and cheer me up show me you're the one who can make me happy cheer me up, c'mon and cheer me up Descendents |
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| Auteur : | Haazeven [ Mar 04 Oct 2011, 11:17 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Every moment I can feel you Wish you feel the same way If I show my secret garden you can touch to eternity It fill me in with scent of rose Everlasting memory Glow my life, you give me a heart to love What I feel please stay forever Someday I know it may fade away Still we ask for forever Find our sign in this music Everlasting memory Only my love, truly given eternal life What I hold, keep breathing forever Love, where to come Love, everlasting The world is saturated with light of love Glow my life, you give me a heart to love What I feel please stay forever Only my love, truly given eternal life What I hold, keep breathing forever Someday I know it may fade away Still we ask for forever KOKIA - Everlasting |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Mar 04 Oct 2011, 17:19 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head ain't a pretty sight But I don't want no sympathy It's happened a thousand times before It's just a harsh reality War inside my head-can you hear it War inside my head-can you see it War inside my head-can you sense it War inside my brain Can you hear my-pain Can you see my-pain Can you sense my-pain Can you feel my-pain Can you help my-pain Can you fix my-pain Can you taste my-pain Can you hear the war inside my head War inside my head War inside my head The only thing real is the way I feel And that's the pain that's deep inside The battle from within is gonna begin And there ain't nowhere to hide War inside my head-can you hear it War inside my head-can you see it War inside my head-can you sense it War inside my brain Can you hear my-pain Can you see my-pain Can you sense my-pain Can you feel my-pain Can you help my-pain Can you fix my-pain Can you taste my-pain Can you hear the war inside my head War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head every night and day I never get no piece of mind It ought to be a sin, I just can't win And pure hell is all I find War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head ain't a pretty sight But I don't want no sympathy It's happened a thousand times before It's just a harsh reality War inside my head-can you hear it War inside my head-can you see it War inside my head-can you sense it War inside my brain Can you hear my-pain Can you see my-pain Can you sense my-pain Can you feel my-pain Can you help my-pain Can you fix my-pain Can you taste my-pain Can you hear the war inside my head War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head War inside my head Suicidal Tendencies |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Mar 04 Oct 2011, 21:12 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Yeah ! S-T !!! Infectious Grooves is on the house Straight from another world another time another thought We've come to save that beat to free the groove and watch you rot Sweet feeling-can't stop it no! no! no! We're gonna punk it up and funk it up! Damn right we got the ways we got the means we got the feel We've come to bust the grooves that everyone will want to steal Sweet music-can't stop it no! no! no! We're gonna punk it up and funkt it up! And then the day will come when all the world will come to see The knighting of the sound that's spreading infectiously Sweet revenge-can't stop it no! no! no! We're gonna punk it up and funk it up! Well I'll punk you up and then I'll funk you up Go cyco go cyco go cyco Kick you with the beat kick you with the groove Kick you in the butt now you're booty's on the move Hit you with our feel hit you with our sound Hit you with our zak how your booty shake around Go cyco go cyco go cyco Well I'll punk you up and I'll funk you up! Punk it up funk it up we punk it up and funk it up Jam it up and slam it up Punk it up Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house Punk It Up |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Mer 05 Oct 2011, 16:17 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
So it's Halloween And you feel like dancin' And you feel like shinin' And you feel like letting loose Whatcha gonna be Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only time all year You'll ever admit that I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed You're still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this year's chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on After Halloween You go to work today You'll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months Remember what I did Remember what I was Back on Halloween But what's in between Where are your ideas You sit around and dream For next Halloween Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say After Halloween Because your role is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will the boss say to you And what will your girlfriend say to you And the people out on the street they might glare at you And whadya know you're pretty self-conscious too So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed Why don't you take your social regulations And shove 'em up your ass Why don't you take your social regulations And shove 'em up your ass Why don't you take your social regulations And shove 'em - up - your - ass Dead Kennedys |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Jeu 06 Oct 2011, 08:42 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Can't understand what is happening to me This isn't real, this is only a dream But I never have felt, no I never have felt this way before I'm looking down on my body below I lie asleep in the midst of a dream Is it now could it be that the Angel of Death has come for me I can't believe that really my time has come I don't feel ready, there's so much left undone And it's my soul and I'm not going to let it get away Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait 'til another day Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait 'til another day I have a lust for the Earth below And Hell itself is my only foe 'Cause I've no fear of dying I'll go when I'm good and ready I snatch a glimpse of the light's eternal rays I see a tunnel I stand amazed At all of the people standing there in front of me Into the paths of rightness I'll be led Is this the place where the living join the dead I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait 'til another day Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait 'til another day Take my hand I'll lead you to the promised land Take my hand I'll give you immortality Eternal youth I'll take you to the other side To see the truth the path for you is decided My body tingles and I feel so strange I feel so tired, I feel so drained And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again Is this in limbo or Heaven or Hell Maybe I'm going down there as well I can't accept my soul will drift forever I feel myself floating back down to Earth So could this be the hour of my rebirth Or have I died or will I wake from dreaming? Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait Heaven can wait 'til another day Iron Maiden |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Ven 07 Oct 2011, 15:08 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
I believe I can see the future Because I repeat the same routine I think I used to have a purpose And then again that might have been a dream I think I used to have a voice Now I never make a sound I just do what I've been told I really don't want them to come around, oh no Every day is exactly the same Every day is exactly the same There is no love here and there is no pain Every day is exactly the same I can feel their eyes are watching In case I lose myself again Sometimes I think I'm happy here Sometimes I still pretend I can't remember how this all got started But I can tell you - exactly - how it will end Every day is exactly the same Every day is exactly the same There is no love here and there is no pain Every day is exactly the same I'm writing on a little piece of paper I'm hoping someday you might find I'll hide it behind something They don't look behind I am still inside here A little bit comes bleeding through I wish this could have been any other way I just don't know what else I can do Every day is exactly the same Every day is exactly the same There is no love here and there is no pain Every day is exactly the same NIN |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Ven 07 Oct 2011, 16:15 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
If those few words were the last ones ever said. And this goodbye would be the final one. Those cents the last ones ever spent. If this night would stop or never end. The snow would never melt or the sun never be again. Could it be the last night and the last one, you? We would never grow old, become pale parodies and forget all of our memories. We would never know all about the upcoming failures in the world that carried us. We would avoid all the hatred, the wars, and the genocides, the breaking point of devastation, witness the world folding on itself. Isn’t it enough? We could be the next target in the war on power, terror, or in explosives attacks on fallen cities. Could it be the last night? We would miss the day of the sure awakening, the sleeping giant hate filled for his vengeance. Or the moment we won’t be able to afford more waste of human life. And more evidence of torture, widespread confusion and violence. If this was the last day I would tell you, I’m confused. All we do is fight. Life isn’t that nice. Karma is just a fairy tale. There is no promised land. Maybe your life would have been different. Maybe you would have been fulfilled or believed in god. You won’t see a world doomed to collapse. I can’t offer land, just a pile of toxic waste. Saving tomorrow, I have no fears. Going forward in the path of a lonesome quest, with the leftovers of an honest adventure. I will silence my rage and let bravery stand. The bland flavor, I spit on the basis of living. It’s over crowded dirty and useless, let me take a rest. We will avoid all the hatred, the wars, and genocides, the breaking point of devastation, witness the world folding on itself. You will never see or have your chance. This moment is our last one. Something will never happen; the start of your life, the day you would have seen the light. My hand is reaching for you, you my daughter. It’s our last night. Fuck The Facts |
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| Auteur : | Haazeven [ Sam 08 Oct 2011, 12:14 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Strade son' cambiate. Faccie son' diverse. Era la mia città. Non la conosco più. La ora io sono solo un' estranea Senza patria. I remember you were there. Any one emotion. Any true devotion. Anytime, anywhere. Case son' cambiate. Voci son' diverse. Era la mia città. Non la conosco più. La ora io sono solo un' estranea Senza patria. I remember you were there. Any one emotion. Any true devotion. Anytime, anywhere. Tanti, anni son' passati. Vite son' cambiate. Era la mia città. Non la conosco più. E ora io sono solo un' estranea Senza patria. Sarah Brightman - Anytime Anywhere |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Sam 08 Oct 2011, 18:18 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
A thorn in, my side. And you live just to pull me down. A rusted, nail I stepped on. This infection. A thorn in my side. You're full, I think so, of anger. You need to sit down, stay down. The things you, want but don't get. Is that fair, you don't think so. A sure thing, you can count, on. A big depression. A thorn in my side. You're full, I think so, of anger. You need to. Your praise is two faced, And you're, you're cut down, my friend. Cut Down. A thorn in my side, thorn in. A thorn in my side, thorn in. Quicksand |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Lun 10 Oct 2011, 12:49 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Started on a summer Sunday Your pink dress on the setting sun You were going to Grandma's house, I was too scared to come My silly girl, I'm beggin you Tell me all the things that I want to hear My silly girl, I'm in love with you I had to run to catch you, You always moved so fast With your cute little smile and your silly laugh, God gave me love at last My silly girl, I'm beggin you Tell me all the things that I want to hear My silly girl, I'm in love with you They said just stay away Right now I wish I had I'm so in love with you, my silly girl They made me go away Sometimes life just isn't fair, but I'll be back someday I hope you'll still be there My silly girl, I'm beggin you Tell me all the things that I want to hear My silly girl, I'm in love with you When you're just a silly boy like me, you're always so scared Now I'm just out of luck, I wonder if you ever cared My silly girl, I'm beggin you Don't stop being a silly girl My silly girl, I'm in love with you They said just stay away Right now I wish I had I'm so in love with you, my silly girl Descendents |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Mer 12 Oct 2011, 10:58 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Ma mère voici le temps venu D'aller prier pour mon salut Mathilde est revenue Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin Mathilde est revenue Toi la servante toi la Maria Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps Mathilde est revenue Mes amis ne me laissez pas Ce soir je repars au combat Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là Mon cœur mon cœur ne t'emballe pas Fais comme si tu ne savais pas Que la Mathilde est revenue Mon cœur arrête de répéter Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été La Mathilde qui est revenue Mon cœur arrête de bringuebaler Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré La Mathilde qui est revenue Mes amis ne me laissez pas Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville Mathilde est revenue Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas Tout ça ne vous regarde pas Mathilde est revenue Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus Mathilde est revenue Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là Ma mère arrête tes prières Ton Jacques retourne en enfer Mathilde m'est revenue Bougnat apporte-nous du vin Celui des noces et des festins Mathilde m'est revenue Toi la servante toi la Maria Va tendre mon grand lit de draps Mathilde m'est revenue Amis ne comptez plus sur moi Je crache au ciel encore une fois Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là Jacques Brel |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Ven 14 Oct 2011, 12:43 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Et qu'est ce qui vient d'arriver dans ma boite aux lettres ? http://www.francenetinfos.com/wordpress ... ajones.jpg Raaaaaaaaaaah. Alors du coup, je chante ça, en plus c'est d'époque : "Tous assis sur les mêmes bancs d'écoles, En cols blancs et au premier rang, s'est formée gentiment L'élite du gouvernement. L'un ne se doute pas, que l'autre deviendra candidat, Les meilleurs amis, Restent toujours frères de sang pour la vie. Le divorce se précise, des opinions les divisent, Pourtant les cœurs battent d'une amitié, Que rien au monde ne viendra ébranler. Ils boivent à la gloire de leurs succès, S'adonnent même à tous les excès, La politique vit ses heures de gloire, Avant de prendre les rennes, les rennes du pouvoir. A gauche comme à droite, on vient de l'aristocratie, de la noblesse et des beaux quartiers de Paris. A gauche comme à droite, on vit comme des rois, on parle toujours de ce qu'on ne connaît pas. A gauche comme à droite, on dépouille l'argent de l'état, qu'il y en ait plein les caisses ou qu'il n'y en ait pas, Et depuis toujours ils ressassent le même discours. A gauche comme à droite, on retourne souvent sa veste, toujours avant que le peuple ne vous moleste. A gauche comme à droite, on se pavane dans le monde, dans de belles caisses au frais de la princesse. A gauche comme à droite, on parle des petites gens d'en bas, en se bâfrant de caviar, de foie gras, Et depuis toujours ils ressassent le même discours. Et depuis toujours ils ressassent le même discours. Les mêmes syllabes si bien prononcées, Si bien maniées des deux côtés Et depuis toujours ils ressassent le même discours. Les mêmes métaphores toujours employées comme pour mieux nous embobiner" Tagada Jones |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Sam 15 Oct 2011, 13:19 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
You're gonna miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss when I'm gone Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone When I'm gone (when I'm gone) when I'm gone (when I'm gone) Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone When I'm gone (when I'm gone) when I'm gone (when I'm gone) Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my prayers You're gonna miss me everywhere Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my song You're gonna miss me all day long Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my ways You're gonna miss me every day Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my song You're gonna miss me all day long Oh I know you will miss when I'm gone Carter Family |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Sam 15 Oct 2011, 23:33 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Je n'avais jamais ôté mon chapeau Devant personne Maintenant je rampe et je fait le beau Quand ell' me sonne J'étais chien méchant, ell' me fait manger Dans sa menotte J'avais des dents d'loup, je les ai changées Pour des quenottes Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui ferm' les yeux quand on la couche Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui fait Maman quand on la touche J'était dur à cuire, ell' m'a converti La fine bouche Et je suis tombé tout chaud, tout rôti Contre sa bouche Qui a des dents de lait quand elle sourit Quand elle chante Et des dents de loup quand elle est furie Qu'elle est méchante Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui ferm' les yeux quand on la couche Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui fait Maman quand on la touche Je subis sa loi, je file tout doux Sous son empire Bien qu'ell' soit jalouse au-delà de tout Et même pire Un' jolie pervenche qui m'avait paru Plus jolie qu'elle Un' jolie pervenche un jour en mourut A coup d'ombrelle Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui ferm' les yeux quand on la couche Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui fait Maman quand on la touche Tous les somnambules, tous les mages m'ont Dit sans malice Qu'en ses bras en croix, je subirais mon Dernier supplice Il en est de pir's il en est d'meilleures Mais à tout prendre Qu'on se pende ici, qu'on se pende ailleurs S'il faut se pendre Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui ferm' les yeux quand on la couche Je m'suis fait tout p'tit devant un' poupée Qui fait Maman quand on la touche Georges Brassens |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Lun 17 Oct 2011, 13:48 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Depuis que j'fume pu d'shit Je m' rappelle de mes rêves J'ai pris conscience que le temps passe Et que la vie est brève Je suis bien dans la rue Je suis bien dans ma tête Et dans mes sweat-shirts et mes pulls Je n'ai plus d' trou d' boulette J' fais du sport Je m' lève à huit heures Finies les grasses mat' interminables Jusqu'à quatre heures Ch' uis plus vif Et j' me trouve plus beau Finis les yeux rouges Le teint pale et la parano Depuis qu' je fume p'us d' shit J'ai d' la conversation Je suis plus tout seul dans mon coin A flipper comme un con J' peux aborder une femme Sans m' poser trop d' questions Depuis qu' j'ai arrête les joints J'me sens moins con J'me sens léger Comme un albatros Finies les recherches a quat' pattes Pour un bout d' matos J'ai la pêche Et ch' uis plus sympa Finie la drogue scotchée dans mon pyjama Depuis qu' je fume pu d'shit Depuis qu' je fume pu d'shit J'ai p'us des yeux d'cobaye Je vais plus à l'ANPE J'ai trouve du travail Ch' uis vach'ment positif J'fais du ukulélé Depuis qu' j'ai arrête les spliffs J'regarde plus la télé J'me sens tranquille Vach'ment moins débile Finie la tune foutue en l'air Pour du Tchernobyl Chui moins mou J'ai pu peur de tout Finies les heures Omnubilé par un p'tit bout Stupeflip |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Lun 17 Oct 2011, 14:36 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
(Whoo!) Whoo! One-two! Out on the town lookin' for a woman, Gonna gimme good love! Anybody wanna hang out with me, And maybe burn me up? She was standin' alone over by the jukebox, Like she's somethin' to sell! I said, "Baby,what's the goin'-price?", She told me to go to Hell! Shot down in flames! Shot down in flames! Ain't it a shame, To be shot down in flames? Singles' bar, got my eye on a honey, Hangin' out everywhere! She might be straight, she might want my money, I really don't care, no! Said, "Baby, you're drivin' my crazy!", Layed it out on the line! When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said, "Don't touch her buddy', she's mine!" Ooh! Shot down in flames! Shot down in flames! Ain't it a shame, yeah, To be shot down in flames? Hey you, Angus! Shoot me, shoot! That's nice Whoa, shot down in flames! Shot down in flames! Ain't it a shame, To be shot down in flames? Oh, shot - shot down in flames! Ooh, shot down in flames! Ain't it a shame, To be shot down in flames? I don't need the pain, Don't wanna be... shot down in flames! Oh! AC/DC |
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| Auteur : | Groumphillator HSF [ Jeu 20 Oct 2011, 12:45 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
Quand l'appétit va, tout va Quand l'appétit va, tout va Vidons les futaille, à nous la ripaille Quand l'appétit va, tout va Quand l'appétit va, tout va Quand l'appétit va, tout va Vive les quenottes, qui croquent et grignottent Quand l'appétit va, tout va Écoutez ce qui va suivre Le vieux proverbe est changé On ne mange pas pour vivre Il faut vivre pour manger Quand l'appétit va, tout va Pour la santé y'a que ça La pire émotion, c'est quand on a son Estomac dans les talons Un bon repas sans fromage C'est une belle qui n'a qu'un oeil C'est un oiseau sans plumage Une forêt sans écureuil Quand l'appétit va, tout va Quand l'appétit va, tout va Veuillez rendre hommage Au beurre et au fromage Quand l'appétit va, tout va Ne l'oubliez pas braves gens L'appétit vient en mangeant Vidons les futailles À nous la ripaille Quand l'appétit va, tout va Et j'ai beau me retenir, mais ya celle là qui me vint aprés : Dans un grand bol de strychnine Délayez de la morphine Faites tiédir a la casserole Un bon verre de petrole... - Hoho, je vais en mettre deux. Quelques gouttes de cigue De la bave de sangsue, Un scorpion coupé tres fin - Et un peu de poivre en grains ! - Nooon ! Emiettez votre arsenic Dans un verre de narcotique Deux cuilleres de purgatif Qu'on fait bouillir a feu vif... - Hoho, je vais en mettre trois. Dans un petit plat à part Tiédir du sang de lezard La valeur d'un dé a coudre - Et un peu de sucre en poudre ! - NON ! Vous versez la mort-aux-rats Dans du venin de cobra Pour adoucir le mélange Pressez trois quartiers d'orange... - Hoho, je vais en mettre un seul. Décorez de fruits confits Moisis dans du vert-de-gris Tant que votre pate est molle - Et un peu de vitriol ! - NON... OUIIIIIIIII !!! - Aaah... Je savais bien qu'ca serait bon. Le pudding a l'arsenic Nous permet ce pronostic Demain sur les bords du Nil Que mangeront les crocodiles ? DES GAU-LOIIIIIIS ! |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Mar 25 Oct 2011, 21:34 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
I don't know how to live trough this hell Woken up, I'm still locked in this shell Frozen soul, frozen down to the core Break the ice, I can't take anymore Freezing Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under the ice Crystallized, as I lay here and rest Eyes of glass stare directly at death From deep sleep I have broken away No one knows, no one hears what I say Freezing Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under the ice Scream from my soul Fate, mystified Hell, forever more Scream from my soul Fate, mystified Hell, forever more No release from my cryonic state What is this? I've been stricken by fate Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free Hand of doom has a tight grip on me Freezing Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under the ice Freezing Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under the ice Metallica |
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| Auteur : | oswenn [ Jeu 27 Oct 2011, 13:23 ] |
| Sujet du message : | Re: Chantons sous la pluie, c'est comme de la douche ! |
I stood outside by the window Mom lay bleeding on the sofa Dad dry heaved in the kitchen I didn't wanna deal he passed out on the formica she held an ice cube to her lip she stared vacant at the screen she didn't wanna deal I drove behind the Winn Dixie smoked a bone and listened to Metallica as loud as I could stand it I didn't wanna deal I started thinking he's just biding his time X-postal worker eaten up inside unemployed and disgruntled eaten up inside waiting for nothing waiting for a sign waiting for nothing waiting for his time one day he'll snap and kill her then he'll shoot me while I'm sleeping then he'll drive to the office and kill'em all before he shoots himself he was still passed out as I entered she was locked up in her room locked up and waiting another day I ain't gonna deal "The Son Of A Disgruntled X-Postal Worker Reflects On His Life While Getting Stoned In The Parking Lot Of A Winn Dixie Listening To Metallica" - Alice Donut |
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