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En voilà de la musique, de la vraie.
Par Borzag Brown le 16/5/2002 Ã 20:50:30 (#1475288)
Yakamonéyé
Qu'est ce qu'il faut faire,
Mais qu'est ce qu'on peut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'il faut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'on peut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'il faut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'il faut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'on peut faire
Mais qu'est ce qu'on peut faire pour court-circuiter ?
Que faire pour court-circuiter la conspiration
Qui fait que comme d'habitude, je vis au fil des saisons,
Filin tendu en vue que le rêve soit illusion,
Je les volerai bien pour de bon vos montagnes de millions,
Mais bon, il y a bien ma bagnole et mon chien,
Le biberon du bébé, le baby-sitter qui vient demain,
La bouffe, le loyer, la banque à rembourser.
Babylone, ma bien-aimée, c'est pour toi que je vais bosser
Mais bon il y a bien cette chose que j'ai en moi,
Tu ne peux pas la toucher, il y a que moi qui la voit.
Vision virtuelle venant des vents les plus lointains,
Je suis vivant et en rêvant, je vois la vie comme elle vient.
Le rêve commence (x6)
Le rêve rêve rêve rêve ...
Le rêve commence, je m'en occuperai bien maman.
Pas de volant, les virages se négocient bien.
Bien, voila que maintenant, un voilier me prend
Et c'est aux voiles dans le vent que je voyage à présent.
Je n'ai pas vu de violence
Tu as eu de la chance !
Je n'ai pas vu de violence
Sûrement pas en France !
Je n'ai pas vu de violence
Tu as eu de la chance !
Je n'ai pas vu de violence
Danse, danse, danse...
Je n'ai pas vu de violence, de voitures, de villes,
Et c'est en France que je poursuis mon exil,
Je vis, je vois, j'oublie les imbéciles
Et c'est là qu'au loin j'apperçois une île ( YES!!! ).
Très vite, je m'approche, sur l'eau je ricoche et POF,
J'aterris devant le sourire d'un mioche.
Dans sa main, un morceau de brioche,
A côté de lui, un chien qui renifle ses poches.
Ici, tout est bien, c'est même mieux qu'au cinoche,
L'air qu'on respire est sain, personne ne roule en Porsche.
On est chez quelqu'un que je sais apprécier.
Il est dans mes rêves depuis des dizaines d'années.
On est chez mon frère,
Celui qui jamais nous envie,
Celui qui aime la terre, l'eau,
Qui a les enfants pour amis,
Lui, il sait se taire, on écoute ce qu'il dit
Car jamais, jamais, jamais de sa bouche n'apparait le mépris.
L'humour est son petit frère, l'amour son ainé,
Son nom représente la Terre, il s'appelle Yakamonéyé.
Chez Yakamonéyé, nan-nan, il y a pas de monnaie,
Il y a pas de barbelés, nan-nan, pour t'empêcher d'entrer,
Il y a pas mal de mouflets chez Yakamonéyé,
Un peu de sinsé beaucoup de liberté.
Mais qu'est ce qu'on va manger, pour le moment,
Qu'est ce qu'on va planter ?
Il y a pas de quoi s'inquièter, nan-nan, chez Yakamonéyé,
Il y a pas de monnaie chez Yakamonéyé,
Il y a pas mal de mouflets, et c'est bien, les mouflets.
Je rêve, oh, je rêve, oh oui je rêve,
Je ne fais que ça mon frère, tu vois,
Je rêve, oh oui je rêve, je rêve, je rêve,
Je rêve, je rêve, je rêve, je rêve ( Emmène-nous avec toi ! )
Je rêve, oh oui mon frère, et ça vaut tous mes mois de salaire.
A côté du repaire où je mène une vie pépère,
Je libère le monde amer et même si j'y reste fier,
J'aurais du mal à refaire tout ce qui va de travers,
Alors je traverse les océans pour trouver ce monde d'enfants,
Fonçant, fonçant comme un dément vers ces gens plus cléments,
J'y reste quelque temps, tant que je peux y rester,
Et quand le réveil sonne, j'ai l'énergie pour lutter
Car j'ai été chez mon frère,
Celui qui jamais ne nous envie,
Celui qui aime la terre, l'eau,
Qui a les enfants pour amis, lui, il sait se taire,
On écoute ce qu'il dit
Car jamais, jamais, jamais de sa bouche n'apparait le mépris.
L'humour est son petit frère, l'amour son ainé,
Son nom représente la Terre, il s'appelle Yakamonéyé.
Chez Yakamonéyé, nan-nan, il y a pas de monnaie,
Il y a pas de barbelés, nan-nan, pour t'empêcher d'entrer,
Il y a pas mal de mouflets chez Yakamonéyé
Un peu de sinsé beaucoup de liberté.
Mais qu'est ce qu'on va manger, pour le moment,
Qu'est ce qu'on va planter ?
Il y a pas de quoi s'inquièter, nan-nan, chez Yakamonéyé,
Il y a pas de barbelés chez Yakamonéyé, il y a pas mal de mouflets,
Et c'est bien, les mouflets.
Faut rêver !
Je rêve, oh oui mon frère, et ça vaut tous mes mois de salaire.
A côté du repaire où je mène une vie pépère,
Je libère le monde amer et même si j'y reste fier,
J'aurais du mal à refaire tout ce qui va de travers,
Alors je traverse les océans pour trouver ce monde d'enfants,
Fonçant, fonçant comme un dément vers ces gens plus cléments,
J'y reste quelque temps, tant que je peux y rester,
Et quand le réveil sonne, j'ai l'énergie pour lutter
Car j'ai été chez mon frère, celui qui jamais ne nous envie,
Celui qui aime la terre, l'eau,
Qui a les enfants pour amis,
Lui, il sait se taire, on écoute ce qu'il dit
Car jamais, jamais, jamais de sa bouche n'apparait le mépris.
L'humour est son petit frère, l'amour son ainé,
Son nom représente la Terre, il s'appelle Yakamonéyé.
Chez Yakamonéyé, nan-nan, il y a pas de monnaie,
Il y a pas de barbelés, nan-nan, pour t'empêcher d'entrer,
Il y a pas mal de mouflets chez Yakamonéyé
Un peu de sinsé beaucoup de liberté.
Mais qu'est ce qu'on va manger, pour le moment,
Qu'est ce qu'on va planter ?
Il y a pas de quoi s'inquièter, nan-nan, chez Yakamonéyé,
Il y a pas de monnaie, il y a pas de monnaie, il y a pas de monnaie...
Babylone
Ouh la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Ouh la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Ouh la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Ouh la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Ouh la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Le ciel se voile les glaciers transpirent
Babylone, ouh, Babylone
Plein de gasoil dans nos poumons quand on respire
Dans Babylone, oh Babylone
Bruits d'aéroplane qui t'empêchent de dormir
Alors tout le monde se came pour pouvoir s'évanouir
Jouir sans entrave dans son travail et vieillir
Mourir au volant d'une Safrane et de quelques loisirs
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
L'argent coule à flot
Les architectes construisent du beau
Babylone
Trois quatre clodos
Moyenne par station de métro
C'est trop dans Babylone
La violence anormale
Te pousse à ne plus sortir
Entre les flics leurs armes
Ceux qui frappent pour se divertir
Tire lui une balle
Ce mec là t'a fait souffrir
Ta vengeance est normale
L'état ne peut pas l'accomplir
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Ferme bien ta voiture
Change régulièrement tes serrures
Babylone
Cherche bien la verdure
Elle se fait rare ça c'est sur
Dans Babylone
Et si par malheur il fait chaud
Ne sortez pas vos marmots
L'échappement de vos autos
Les condamne aussitôt
Les politicos s'enflamment
Sur la réforme du vélo
Pendant qu'Elf fait sa campagne
Sur le grand prix de Monaco
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Et même si quelque part je t'aime
Autant que j'ai la haine
C'est qu'entre chacals et hyènes
J'ai trouvé des âmes humaines
Dans Babylone
Malheureusement pour toi
Je les emmène avec moi
Regarde nous une dernière fois
Car cette fois on s'en va
Tu nous feras pas croire mon gars
Qu'on est des fous sans foi ni loi
C'est juste qu'entre nous et toi
Il y a la nature qui est lÃ
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Je me tire
Babylone
Je me tire
Faut que je respire
Après ces courts extraits, voici venu, le meilleur groupe de rock au monde, le must, que dis-je le gratin, j'ai nommé : NOIR DESIR
Fin de siècle
C'est comme la fin du siècle
On aura tout compris
Même les shérifs ceux qu'on achète
On les distingue mal des bandits
On a tout eu
Ce fut un siècle formidable
Quelques malentendus seulement
Des histoires, des histoires
Garde les yeux ouverts
Que tout y passe au moins
Chéri, donne pour la paix
Car moi je veux que tout aille bien
C'est comme ces fumées rouge-oranges
Des rubans qui s'étranglent
Autour de mon cou c'est étrange
on pourrait brûler
Ahh Avaler
le grand déversoir des images cyniques
A boire à plein tube
Cathodique
Attendez-moi
j'avais envie de venir aussi
Mais voyez-vous ça va trop vite
N'allez pas si vite
Mon vieux numéro
Y'avait les drapeau du grand soir
Y'en avait des rouges, y'en avait des noirs
Aussi loin
Que je me souvienne, loin!
Quand les missiles montaient tout droit
Au ciel
Nous on veut de la vie
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
longtemps
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
Il y a qu'on nous prépare
A une énième révolution
D'ordre
Spectaculaire
Venez voir
Des réseaux résolus
A câbler l'infini,
Et l'univers
Vibrillonant de mille éclairs
Aujourd'hui
acclamez siouplaît l'homme nouveau
On verra bien s'il est plus beau
Et pour un jour de gloire
Il n'y a pas de place pour le doute
En cas d'échec ou de déroute
On pourra toujours s'adresser aussi
Au ciel
On veut de la vie
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
longtemps
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
Enclenchez la fonction mémoire
il faut produire et
reproduire encore
ça n'a pas de fin
Que ce soient tes veines
Ou des circuit d'ordinateur en pleine
possession de nos moyens
A chacun sa prière
Sa nouvelle aube mystique
Et pas le temps pour qu'on s'explique
Ouvrez les royaumes
Crevez les plafonds, il y a des chances
Pour qu'on nous expedie
Au ciel
On veut de la vie
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
longtemps
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
Un jour en france
Au bistrot comme toujours
il y a de beaux discours
Au poteau les pourris, les corrompus aussi
Dents blanches et carnassiers
Mais à la première occasion
chacun deviendrait le larron
de la foire au pognon oui qui se trame ici
Allez danse avec Johnny
Se rappellent de la France
ont des réminescences
De l'ordre, des jeux, d'l'essence
quand on vivait mieux
Il y avait Paul et Mickey
On pouvait discuter mais c'est Mickey
qui a gagné
D'accord, n'en parlons plus
Un autre jour en France
Des prières pour l'audience
Et quelques fascisants autour de 15%
Charlie défends-moi !!!
C'est le temps des menaces
On a pas le choix pile en face
Et aujourd'hui, je jure que rien n'se passe
Toujours un peu plus
F.N, souffrance
Qu'on est bien en France
C'est l'heurd de changer la monnaie
On devrait encore imprimer le rêve de l'égalité
On n'devra jamais supprimer celui de la fraternité
Restent des pointillés... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah !!!
L'Homme pressé
J'suis un mannequin glacé
Avec un teint de soleil
Ravalé, Homme pressé
Mes conneries proférées
Sont le destin du monde
Je n'ai pas le temps je file
Ma carrière est en jeu
Je suis l'homme médiatique
Je suis plus que politique
Je vais vite très vite
J'suis une comète humaine universelle
Je traverse le temps
Je suis une référence
Je suis omniprésent
Je deviens omniscient
J'ai envahi le monde
Que je ne connais pas
Peu importe j'en parle
Peu importe je sais
J'ai les hommes à mes pieds
Huit milliards potentiels
De crétins asservis
A part certains de mes amis
Du même monde que moi
Vous n'imaginez pas
Ce qu'ils sont gais
Qui veut de moi
Et des miettes de mon cerveau
Qui veut entrer
Dans la toile de mon reseau
Militant quotidien
De l'inhumanité
Des profits immédiats
Des faveurs des médias
Moi je suis riche, très riche
Je fais dans l'immobilier
Je sais faire des affaires
Y'en a qui peuvent payer
J'connais tout Paris
Et puis le reste aussi
Mes connaissances uniques
Et leurs femmes que je...
Fréquente évidemment
Les cordons de la bourse
Se relâchent pour moi
Il n'y aplus de secrets
Je suis le Roi des rois
Explosé l'audimat
Pulvérisée l'audience
Et qu'est-ce que vous croyez
C'est ma voie c'est ma chance
J'adore les émissions
A la télévision
Pas le temps d'regarder
Mais c'est moi qui les fais
On crache la nourriture
A ces yeux affamés
Vous voyez qu'ils demandent
Nous les savons avides
De notre pourriture
Mieux que d'la confiture
A des cochons
Qui veut de moi
Et des miettes de mon cerveau
Qui veut entrer
Dans la toile de mon reseau
Vous savez qui je suis
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
J'suis une victime en fait
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
J'suis un militant quotidien
De l'inhumanité
Et des profits immédiats
Et puis des faveurs des médias
Moi je suis riche, très riche
Je fais dans l'immobilier
Je sais faire des affaires
Y'en a qui peuvent payer
Et puis je traverse le temps
Je suis devenu omniprésent
Je suis une super référence
Je peux toujours ram'ner ma science
Moi je vais vite, très vite
Ma carrière est en jeu
Je suis l'homme médiatique
Moi je suis plus que politique
Car je suis un homme pressé
Car je suis un homme pressé
Car je suis un homme pressé
Car je suis un homme pressé
Car je suis un homme pressé
Car je suis un homme pressé
Love Love Love
Dit-on en Amérique
Lioubov
Russie ex-Soviétique
Amour
Aux quatre coins de France
Sober Song
oh lord, hear me please
you have to make me sober
aspirin, come on please
I don't want to suffer
I found one of my socks
under the telephone
I've never asked these bells
to ring in my home
what have I done to my hat?
I had no hat before
something like a tearing's running on my bones
It's allright now
but what an awful night
I'm almost reaching the kitchen
I'll drink water till I die (about yesterday)
yesterday was the time of lavishness
everything 'round me was only loveliness
I was the king but the night was reigning over me
so much excitement but now this pleasure's gone without me
It's allright now
but what an awful night
I'm almost reaching the kitchen
I'll drink water till I die
I'll drink water till I die
I'll drink water till I die
aspirin, come on please
I don't want to suffer
oh lord, hear me please
you have to make me sober
but I don't know what's going on there
Aux Sombres Heros de l'Amer
Aux sombres héros de l'amer
Qui ont su traverser les océans du vide
A la mémoire de nos frères
Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide
Always lost in the sea
Always lost in the sea
(BIS)
Tout part toujours dans les flots
Au fond des nuits sereines
Ne vois-tu rien venir ?
Les naufragés et leurs peines qui jetaient l'encre ici
Et arrêtaient d'écrire...
Always lost in the sea
Always lost in the sea
(BIS)
Ami, qu'on crève d'une absence
Ou qu'on crève un abcès
C'est le poison qui coule
Certains nageaient sous les lignes de flottaison intimes
A l'interieur des foules.
Aux sombres héros de l'amer
Qui ont su traverser les océans du vide
A la memoire de nos frères
Dont les sanglots si longs faisaient couler l'acide...
Always lost in the sea
Always lost in the sea
(BIS)
Voilà , c'est long, mais c'est splendide ! Et encore, j'ai pas tout mis !
Par Lya Thean le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:01:14 (#1475367)
:o
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:07:12 (#1475419)
Par Khazad-Dûm le 16/5/2002 à 21:07:15 (#1475420)
Album : REBEL MUSIC
GET UP, STAND UP
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Preacher man don't tell me
Heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know
What life is really worth
It's not all thm glitters is gold
Half the story has never been told
So now you see the light
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Most people think
Great good will come from the skies
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now you've seen the light
You stand up for your rights
Voila je met que ça mais ça de la bonne musique.
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:10:42 (#1475431)
Entrez le carnaval
Les clowns moqueurs, les jongleurs de boules, les acrobates, les magiciens, tout le monde danse en liesse. La frénésie et le désir virevoltent et une étrange sarabande déguisée.
Entrez le carnaval – Joignez-vous la fête !
Tear this town to ruins. Today the freaks they got elected. WeÂ’ve taken power by force. And celebrate it in joy. Dance la Carnivala. Much more violent than la Bamba. Sexier than la Lambada.
We shall destroy la discotheka. Enter the Carnival. Orgiastic ritual. People dancing naked. A giant sexual fucking the wealthy. Hidden aims are reached by all in this Carnival in Coal. Universal orgy. We shall infringe the laws of good taste. As we reign in fear. With lust in our souls. Bodies bathing in pools of gastric evacuations are breathing their lungs off with satisfaction and tiredness. A new reign has come where lust is the law and sex is the money. Where the impotent are thrown to jail. And the frigid are shot in public. Vivalavida di mierda.
Par Olorino le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:30:26 (#1475559)
Par WWallace le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:34:57 (#1475593)
Par Borzag Brown le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:36:47 (#1475606)
Provient du message de DeNosgoth-CD :
bon j'allais dire un truc pas gentil a cause de Tryo, mais bon pour Noir Des' je passe l'eponge pour cette fois ;)
Kekya avec Tryo ?
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:39:00 (#1475622)
Provient du message de WWallace :
Denos, tes pilules :D
Ben quoi ? :ange:
tiens pour la peine j'en balance une autre du meme groupe :)
Dressed Like Pazuzu
Little boy, thin and small. Never had a friend, always on his own. Other children bite and kick him. Beat and rape him. Cut and slash his face. Scratch his innards with blades. Make him eat his own liver. Even read his mail. Poor creature, sad and lost. Flies lay in his nose when he sleeps at night. Rabid neighbours bite and kick him. Beat and rape him. Pierce his eyes with nails throw his ears to the sea. Stick some cheese deep in his ass. Make it eat by a thousand mice. All this for one good reason : the boyÂ’s got something, really different. The boyÂ’s got something thatÂ’s not the same. HeÂ’s got the stuff that makes the different. And people hate it, itÂ’s just a shame.
HeÂ’s dressed like Pazuzu. Not in pink and blue. Dressed like Pazuzu. Pauvre petit chouchou.
Not in pink and blue.
:Wumpscut: dit les vraies choses...
Par Mardram$Rakar le 16/5/2002 Ã 21:54:47 (#1475724)
Hier Sind Doch Irgendwo Kinder Versteckt
Ich Wittere Sie Ich Werde Sie Aufspüren
Wenn Meine Nase Mich Nicht Täuscht Sind Sie Dort
Sie Müssen Ganz In Der Nähe Sein Das Spüre Ich
You Are In A Mess Cause This Is The End
God He Cannot Bless Not Leading Your Hand
In Your Mother's Womb You Feel Warm And Safe
That's A Fallacy Cause This Is Your Grave
Do You Want To Feel How Hard It Can Be
Vegetating Flesh Was Always The Fee
For Living In This Pain And In Agony
Til The Devil Comes And Fetches With Glee
Kommt Heraus
Embryodead
You Will Go Mad
Let's Ease Your Pain
Embryodead
You Are Condemned
Don't Attempt To Exist
In This World Full Of Hate
Man Braucht Nur Zu Wissen Wo Man Sie Zu Suchen Hat
Sie Müssen Ganz In Der Nähe Sein Das Spüre Ich
Diese Nase Hat Mich Noch Nie Getäuscht
In Meinem Leben Noch Nicht
Und Wenn Ich Die Kinder Hier Entdecke Fange Ich Sie In Meinem Netz
Und Du Wirst Bestraft
Do You Want To Feel How Hard It Can Be
Vegetating Flesh Was Always The Fee
For Living In This Pain And In Agony
Til The Devil Comes And Fetches With Glee
You Are In A Mess Cause This Is The End
God He Cannot Bless Not Leading Your Hand
In Your Mother's Womb You Feel Warm And Safe
That's A Fallacy Cause This Is Your Grave
Kommt Heraus
Embryodead
You Will Go Mad
Let's Ease Your Pain
Embryodead
You Are Condemned
Don't Attempt To Exist
In This World Full Of Hate
Kinder Euer Hoheit
Grässliche Kreaturen
Furchtbar Furchtbar Tückisch
Ausländer Natürlich
Child Do Not Ask Me To Decide
Cause It's Me Who Can Tell You
How Hard It Is To Live
Cause It's Me Who Can Tell You
How Hard It Is To Give
Without Any Reason
Without Any Sense
Embryodead
You Will Go Mad
:D
Par Cristale le 17/5/2002 Ã 1:55:35 (#1476795)
deja que j'ai tout lu alors je remonte le post moi :p
Par Choke/Cien le 17/5/2002 Ã 9:22:37 (#1477520)
Z'avez quelques goûts douteux.
:p
Par Subb Drakken le 17/5/2002 Ã 12:41:30 (#1478518)
Punk In Drublic (1994)
Don't Call Me White
Don't call me white (x4)
The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Don't call me white (x4)
I wasn't brought here, I was born
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fairskinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe
Don't call me white (x4)
Represents everything I hate
The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They're so fuckin' ordinary white
Don't call me white (x4)
NOFX
The Decline (1999)
The Decline
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings
Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of God
The fear of change
The fear of truth
Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation
Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell
Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed
The Christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths
The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized
Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine
Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch
Don't think (Stay)
Drink your wine (Home)
Watch the fire burn (Be)
His problems not mine (Safe)
Just be that model citizen
I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(A good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one
Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear
Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone
The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah
The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)
Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?
We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity
One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place
Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain
Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe
Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting
And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?
Fellow members
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
Par Subb Drakken le 17/5/2002 Ã 12:44:39 (#1478539)
"A New Kind of Army"
(lyrics/music: Justin Sane)
LOOK BACK...on history, nothing much has changed
THOUSANDS...of soldiers of all countries, all marching the same
Every nation's leader says that our side is right
Every nation's leader says the time has come to fight
But they use the common people, to settle their scores
It's time that we refuse to fight in any of their wars!
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to die
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to kill...
for you!
JOIN NOW...the ranks of all nations who refuse to go to war
REFUSE...to pull the trigger of a gun for leaders 'round the world
I'd rather fight to spread some tolerance and unity
Than buy into their nationalistic brainwashing
Killing mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, common human beings
Not savages but people, like you, like me!
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to die
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to kill...
for you!
We're looking for a few good men
We're looking for a few good womyn
Who are not afraid to fight against tyranny
But refuse to fight...with tyranny
REFUSE!!!
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to die
We're looking to start a new kind of army, (that's) too smart to fight, too
smart to kill...
for you!
*note: The spelling of the word "women" as "womyn" is not a mis-spelling, but a
result of feminist conscience
Par Wedge le 17/5/2002 Ã 12:50:08 (#1478576)
Corbier
Sans ma barbe
Juliette avait Roméo,
Napoléon son chapeau,
Henri IV son cheval blanc,
Dracula ses dents,
La Bretagne a ses menhirs,
La Joconde a son sourire,
Jeanne d'Arc a des moutons,
Et moi j'ai de la barbe au menton.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Quand Moselle Pont-Ã -Mousson,
Comme Jacob a Delaffon,
La maison des courants d'air
La feuille à l'envers,
Samson aimait Dalila,
Quelque part Guatemala,
Baucis aimait Philémon,
Et moi j'aime la barbe au menton.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Brosse à dents barbe à papa,
Ventre à terre Barracouda,
Do à do, Ré à son île
La sardine à l'huile,
Tout le monde a des misères,
La vie a bien des mystères,
Et le coeur a ses raisons,
Moi j'ai de la barbe à mon menton.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Je suis comme un chien sans puces
Bonjour c'est Milan San Rémo.
Sans ma barbe, quelle barbe !
Il y a plus de consensus ni de Cuba sans cacao.
Par backfire akham le 17/5/2002 Ã 12:55:17 (#1478603)
que des barjot ici lol pour taper une chanson ta du en mettre du tps lol
Par Subb Drakken le 17/5/2002 Ã 13:07:16 (#1478676)
Tu tappes abeaucoup plus vite deja :D
Par Subb Drakken le 17/5/2002 Ã 13:07:20 (#1478680)
Par Louis Le Dodu le 17/5/2002 Ã 13:41:13 (#1478885)
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PLUS FORT
Acheter les rabbin volant !!
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Par zion-lion le 17/5/2002 Ã 13:58:47 (#1478970)
Iron, Lion, Zion
Natural Mystic
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (2X)
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the run but I ain't got no gun
See they want to be the star
So they fighting tribal war
And they saying Iron like a Lion in Zion
Iron like a Lion in Zion,
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the rock, (running and you running)
I take a stock, (running like a fugitive)
I had to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live
I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (2X)
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion
Iron like a Lion in Zion, Iron like a Lion in Zion
Iron like a Lion in Zion
:D
Par Irkh le 17/5/2002 Ã 17:48:48 (#1480184)
nous allons vous apprendre a faire des crepes biens fines,
avec des oeufsdu lait et d'la farine,
une pincée de sel un saladier dans la cuisine,
une cuillere en bois pour remuer c est plus facile...
Pour passer une bonne soirée entre amis,
pas besoin d'aller a la creperie,
si tu n'es pas bete,
viens chez moi on fera une tournée de galette,
le raggalette tu danse le ragalette (bis)
Raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
viens que j'te la mette,
j'te donne la recette,
avec beurre, des champignons et des crevettes,
non j'me suis trompé les champignons c'est dans l'omelette...
raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
et dans ma tete trop de boulette,
raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
dans ma galette trop de boulette...
Raggalisez raggalisez raggalisez la galette a la sense
Legalisez legalisez legalisez la galette a la sense
Pour danser le raggalette,
fait comme si t'en etait une,
installe toi bien au fond de la poele,
avec ton bassin tu fais des rondelles,
une fois que la pate est bien etalée,
c est alors qu'il faut te retourner...
Le raggallette tu dans le raggallette...
pasq le courage de tout taper :)
Par - Sargamatas - le 17/5/2002 Ã 17:50:27 (#1480192)
Para fuma la Ganga, ca neccesita, une poco de tabacco etc .. :ange: :ange:
Par ThyThy Hyrato le 17/5/2002 Ã 17:59:03 (#1480255)
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach ! Kouloukoukou Stach Stach ! Kouloukoukou Stach Stach ! Kouloukoukou Stach Stach ! Kouloukoukou Stach Stach ! Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
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Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
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Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
Kouloukoukou Stach Stach !
*Sort*
Par arek avedis le 17/5/2002 Ã 18:11:32 (#1480335)
crawling like a thunder slug
now it smells like a war drug
here it comes slowly
here it comes slowly
deeply burried in the bowels
now it spurts out of the wells
here it comes slowly
here it comes slowly
we can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore
we'll never stand fascism anymore
no way out no miracle, just stop it your blood
has your neighbour really understood ?!
we all wallow in dirt
but there's a shadow to hurt
crawling like a thunder slug
now it smells like a war drug
deeply buried in the bowels
now it spurts out of the wells
sad shit flowing to the skin
no one forget what you mean
if it grows up like a death tree
why don't we beat it down here and now ?
ps:c'est du copier/coller ... se prépare au cas ou ...:D
Par - Sargamatas - le 17/5/2002 Ã 18:13:49 (#1480353)
we'll never stand fascism anymore
Silverchair, anthem for the year 2000
We are the youth
We'll take your fascism away
We are the youth
Apologise for another day
We are the youth
And politicians are so sure
We are the youth
And we are knocking on death's door
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
in the year 2000 with...
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
Never knew we were living in a world
With a world that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
World who cares at all
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 17/5/2002 Ã 20:46:21 (#1481403)
sinon, meme commentaire pour je sais plus qui qui a mis du NOFX :ange:
S.
Barbu et fier de l'etre :)
Par Behb Kramps le 17/5/2002 Ã 22:36:57 (#1482126)
Ganga par Ludwig Von 88 mais je les ai pô retrouver
si j'ai le courage je te les mettrai ... si je les trouve :)
Par Behb Kramps le 17/5/2002 Ã 22:38:26 (#1482130)
JEANNE D'ARC
Bonjour petit mouton
Toi aussi tu les entends les voix
As-tu revêtu ton armure de lumière
Te sens-tu prêt à combattre
Allez, sors ton glaive de cristal
Et partons tous les deux
Sur les routes de France et de Navarre
Tuer du félon, décalquer du barbare
Bonjour petit mouton
As-tu toi aussi mangé des champignons
Ne sens-tu pas un besoin pressant
De partir raboter du rosbeef ?
Oh petit mouton viens avec moi
Il va falloir qu'on fasse du ménage
Euh, ça m' démange, je sens que ça monte
Je sens que je vais ... m'énerver
Allez viens petit mouton
Tu sais bien que la force est avec toi
Tu sais les voix, je crois que c'était
Obi One Ken Obi qui nous parlait tout bas
Allez déconne pas petit mouton
Sors ton sabre laser et mets ta combi spatio-déflectrice
Je serai ta princesse Léia
Et toi tu seras mon Chewbacca
et pis une autre pour le plaisir :)
MONDE VIOLENT
Nous vivons tous
Dans un monde violent
Accrochés aux arbres
Comme des ourang-outangs
Nous vivons tous
Dans un monde de niais
Balançant au branches
Comme des chimpanzés
Par Borzag Brown le 20/5/2002 Ã 18:16:49 (#1495354)
Provient du message de arek avedis :
pour moi ,une des meilleures de noir désir avec "un jour en france" ca reste "here it comes slowly"
crawling like a thunder slug
now it smells like a war drug
here it comes slowly
here it comes slowly
deeply burried in the bowels
now it spurts out of the wells
here it comes slowly
here it comes slowly
we can keep that beast away it still lays in its gore
we'll never stand fascism anymore
no way out no miracle, just stop it your blood
has your neighbour really understood ?!
we all wallow in dirt
but there's a shadow to hurt
crawling like a thunder slug
now it smells like a war drug
deeply buried in the bowels
now it spurts out of the wells
sad shit flowing to the skin
no one forget what you mean
if it grows up like a death tree
why don't we beat it down here and now ?
ps:c'est du copier/coller ... se prépare au cas ou ...:D
Here it comes slowly c'est pas mal je dois avouer, Sober song aussi est bien. :D
Par Toine le 20/5/2002 Ã 18:19:44 (#1495377)
Toine
Par Lya Thean le 20/5/2002 Ã 19:27:27 (#1495871)
Par Julgas le 21/5/2002 Ã 14:24:48 (#1500139)
Provient du message de Irkh :
Nous allons cuisiner sur l air du raggamuffin,
nous allons vous apprendre a faire des crepes biens fines,
avec des oeufsdu lait et d'la farine,
une pincée de sel un saladier dans la cuisine,
une cuillere en bois pour remuer c est plus facile...
Pour passer une bonne soirée entre amis,
pas besoin d'aller a la creperie,
si tu n'es pas bete,
viens chez moi on fera une tournée de galette,
le raggalette tu danse le ragalette (bis)
Raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
viens que j'te la mette,
j'te donne la recette,
avec beurre, des champignons et des crevettes,
non j'me suis trompé les champignons c'est dans l'omelette...
raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
et dans ma tete trop de boulette,
raggagalette je ne suis pas net,
dans ma galette trop de boulette...
Raggalisez raggalisez raggalisez la galette a la sense
Legalisez legalisez legalisez la galette a la sense
Pour danser le raggalette,
fait comme si t'en etait une,
installe toi bien au fond de la poele,
avec ton bassin tu fais des rondelles,
une fois que la pate est bien etalée,
c est alors qu'il faut te retourner...
Le raggallette tu dans le raggallette...
pasq le courage de tout taper :)
Yes les Raggamins ! :)))
Tu est Rennais toi, non ? :p
Par Noisy Media le 21/5/2002 Ã 20:29:52 (#1502265)
t'as vraiment des gouts de *****, ceux du jeune qui ne connait que ce qui passe à la télé, bien commercial, le newbie des concerts qui n'y va pas, ou qui une fois dans le pogo, sort très vite parce que c'est dangereux et ça fait bobo :D
le prends pas mal
mais alors Offspring, Sum41 et Linkin Park... hum hum y a quand même vachement mieux. Je suis sure que t'écoute Blink182, Nickelback....
Nan?
Par Brume de Lys le 21/5/2002 Ã 21:35:48 (#1502664)
I am an antechrist :hardos:
I am an anarchist :hardos:
Don't know what i want but i know how to get it :hardos:
I waaannaa destrooooyyyyy.... :hardos:
Quoi j'ai plus de 20 ans de retard? :monstre:
Par Rufy-o Brown le 21/5/2002 Ã 23:58:13 (#1503585)
Par Une Jeune Inconnue le 22/5/2002 Ã 0:02:52 (#1503613)
La vie est belle ,
elle est courte
mais elle est belle
la vie est bonne,
bonne comme la patronne!
j aime les fraises,
a la creme fraiche,
j aime les fraises,
celle qu on beche !
refrain:
oui oui oui,
c est la vie,
non non non
c est pas long.
Par Masklinn le 22/5/2002 Ã 0:17:07 (#1503699)
Round, round
Circumventing circuses
lamenting in process
to visible police
prescence sponsored fear
batallions of riot police
with rubber bullet kisses
baton courtesy
service with a smile
Beyond the staples center you can see america
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
round, round
A rush of words
pleading to disperse
upon your naked walls, alive
A political call
the fall guy accord
we can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
Beyond the staples center you can see america
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
A deer dance, invitation to peace
war staring you in the face, dressed in black
with a helmet, fierce
trained and appropriate for the malcontents
for the disproportioned malcontents.
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around.
System of a Down "War?"
Dark is the light,
The man you fight,
With all your prayers, incantations,
Running away, a trivial day,
Of judgement and deliverance,
To whom was sold, this bounty soul,
A gentile or a priest?
Who victored over, the Seljuks,
When the Holy Land was taken
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
Was it the riches, of the land,
Powers of bright darkness,
That led the noble, to the East,
To fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We must call upon our bright darkness,
Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked,
One was written on the sword,
For you must enter a room to destroy it,
International security,
Call of the righteous man,
Needs a reason to kill man,
History teaches us so,
The reason he must attain,
Must be approved by his God,
His child, partisan brother of war,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens,
We will fight the heathens
MARILYN MANSON "Count To Six And Die (The Vacuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)"
She's got her eyes open wide
she's got the dirt and spit of the world
her mouth on the metal
the lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby
he's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
my faith has gone dry
She's got her Christian prescriptures
and death has crawled in her ear
like elevator music of songs
that she shouldn't hear
and it spins around 1...2...3
and we all lay down 4...5...6
some do it fast
some do it better in smaller amounts
and it spins around 1...2...3
and we all lay down 4...5...6
some do it fast
some do it better in smaller amounts
MARILYN MANSON "Last Day On Earth"
Yesterday was a million years ago
In all my past lives I played an asshole
Now I found you, it's almost too late
And this earth seems obliviating
We are trembling in our crutches
High and dead our skin is glass
I'm so empty here without
I crack and split my xerox hands
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
The dogs slaughter each other softly
Love burns it's casualties
We are damaged provider modules
Spill the seeds at our children's feet
I'm so empty here without you
I know they want me dead
I know it's the last day on earth
[chorus repeat]
SMASHING PUMPKINS "Ava Adore"
It's you that I adore
You'll always be my whore
You'll be the mother to my child
And a child to my heart
We must never be apart
We must never be apart
Lovely girl you're the beauty in my wrold
Without you there aren't reasons left to find
And I'll pull your crooked teeth
You'll be perfect just like me
You'll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart
In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart
Drinking mercury
To the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
Lovely girl you're the murder in my wrold
Dressing coffins for the souls I've left behind
In time
We must never be apart
And you'll always be my whore
Cause you're the one that i adore
And I'll pull your crooked teeth
You'll be perfect just like me
In you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars
In you I feel so pretty in you I taste god
We must never be apart
Pour amuser les zeunes...
Par Hahn Drenn le 22/5/2002 Ã 4:47:17 (#1504226)
André Guitare
La Petite Grenouille
La petite grenouille dit au crapaud passe moé trente sous t'auras
d'la peau ma criss de chienne. Mais le crapaud lui répondit: "Moé
je ne veux pas sortir la nuit pis j'garde mes cents.
C'était une chatte et un matou qui se disait des ptis mots doux
en dessous du poèle. Soudain la chatte elle se fâcha et dit: "Mon
tabarnak de chat, essaye pas de m'avoir!" Et pis moé quand j'ai vu ça,
j'me suis fait faire une graine en bois, deux gosses en
laines. On s'est mis à deux pour la crosser, elle ne
voulait pas décharger, la ptite enfant de chienne.
Les ptites filles à Campbelton, y sont chaudes comme des
moutonnes les ptites bonhiennes. Des culottes sur l'bord d'la
côte et puis une botte n'attend pas l'autre avec Antoine.
Un habitant ben orgueilleux c'était fait faire une graine de boeuf
grosse comme la mienne. En allant fourrer ses vaches, il nous faisait la grimace;
c'tun enfant d'chienne. Ya des ptites filles à Saint-Zilon qui aiment s'faire pogner les totons,
les ptites bonhienne. Si elles portent des culottes
fendues, c'est pour mieux s'faire pogner l'cul en enfant d'chienne.
un pti morpion motocycliste prenant mon trou d'cul pour une piste, roulait sans traîte.
Quand soudain dans un détour, il fit un dérapage et pis tomba dans merde.
Je ne suis pas curieux, je voudrais bien savoir pourquoi les filles
blondes ont le poils du cul noir? Pourquoi les grosses négresses,à 90 ans,
s'arrachent le poils des fesses pour en faire des brosses à dents?
Ah! Si mon coeur était grenouille, je me creuserais t'un lac. Pis moé j'aime ça quand ça chatouille,
quand ça fait flique, flique, flique, flaque. Chez mon oncle Armand en sautillant, pognait les cuisses
de ma tante Alice. Ma tante Germaine se courbait l'corps sur la graine de mon oncle Hector.
Fourez-vous madame Giroux? Fourez-vous madame Giroux? Fourez-vous madame Giroux dans votre grand trou?
La poche à mon grand-père est au plafond pendu. Ma grand-mère, en saint-sibouère, lui
arrache le poil du cul. Elle monte en haut dans l'escabot, pour y en extraire le jus. V'la
l'escabot par terre, grand maman sul'cul. En bycicle à gazoline, enwaye donc fendu,
fourre par en avant oui t'auras de beaux enfants. Les ptites filles du Rocher Percé,
moi j'vous dit qu'elle sont bien faites, mais elle ne veulent pas faire minette pour un paquet de
cigarettes. En bycicle à gazoline, enwaye donc fendu, fourre par en avant oui t'auras de beaux enfants.
J'en ai
fourré des gaspésiennes, ah j'vous dit qu'elles ont le sang chaud. J'en ai eu pour une semaine Ã
m'frotter le bout d'la graine pis d'avoir mal au gorlo.
Pogne moé donc l'cul Germaine, j'te pognerai l'tien t'alleur, tu l'as pas vu ma graine quant'elle ai sa
longueur. Monte en haut dans ma chambre, étant toi sur mon lit, tu l'aura dans ta grande fente la pissette
du Saint-Exprit. C'est la fète à Saint-Antoine, la fète d'un grand chumeur. Ma femme c'est trouvée pleine
dans semaine des 40 heures. C'est d'la faute à sa mère si elle lui avait cousu la petite boutonnière Ã
deux pouces du trou d'cul. Si tu m'aimerais chérie,
tu me ferais cuir des nouilles et pendant que tu y ais, tu me sucerais les boulles. Iolodidoiiti...
Ça fait changement du Medieval Metal. ;)
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 22/5/2002 Ã 7:31:01 (#1504361)
Provient du message de Brume de Lys :
:hardos: Riiiiight nooooowww..hahahahahahaaha:hardos:
I am an antechrist :hardos:
I am an anarchist :hardos:
Don't know what i want but i know how to get it :hardos:
I waaannaa destrooooyyyyy.... :hardos:
Quoi j'ai plus de 20 ans de retard? :monstre:
Bah ..... on en meurt pas, la preuve je suis encore la ;)
S.
Anarchist in the UK :p
Par Subb Drakken le 22/5/2002 Ã 10:32:34 (#1505034)
Bah ..... on en meurt pas, la preuve je suis encore la
Moi aussi :)
Et pis vl'a les Clash
All the Young Punks
(Strummer/Jones)
Hanging about
down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
Et Joe Strummer est au paleo!!! * a deja le billet :)*
Par Subb Drakken le 22/5/2002 Ã 10:36:16 (#1505059)
Haillie Sellasse, up your ass
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief
In a god that's left you behind?
You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class
And your faith merely keeps you in line.
An amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought.
What will that get you? Not a fuck of a lot.
Take a look at your promised land.
Your deed is that gun in your hand.
Mt. Zion's a minefield. The West Bank. The Gaza Strip.
Soon to be parking lots for American tourists and fascist cops.
Fuck zionism. Fuck militarism. Fuck americanism.
Fuck nationalism. Fuck religion.
Par Rhakim Solari le 23/5/2002 Ã 0:52:33 (#1510631)
Pigs (Three Different Ones)
(Pink Floyd)
Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep your feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
...!...!...!
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
Brain Damage/Eclipse
(toujours Pink Floyd)
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvellous! HaHaHa!"
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
Something I can never have
(Nine Inch Nails, histoire d'etre un peu plus moderne :ange: )
still recall the taste of your tears
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my head 'til i don't want to sleep anymore
come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just one thing and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i just want something
i just want something i can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do the things that i can do now
this thing is slowly taking me apart
grey would be the color if i had a heart
i just want something i can never have
in this place it seems like such a shame
though it all looks different now, i know it's still the same
everywhere i look you're all i see
just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be
come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just one thing and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i just want something
i just want something i can never have
think i know what you meant
that night in my bed
still picking at this scab
i wish you were dead
your sweat and perry elis
just stains on my sheet
Et un dernier, pour la route,
Firth of fifth
(Genesis)
The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before.
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen,
Though many times they've seen the way to leave.
He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy,
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky, the lily fair,
The scene of death is lying just below.
The mountain cuts off the town from view,
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill.
Let it be revealed.
A waterfall, his madrigal.
An inland sea, his symphony.
Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured by the sirens' cry.
Now as the river dissolves in sea,
So Neptune has claimed another soul.
And so with gods ans men
The sheep remain inside their pen,
Until the Shepherd leads his flock away.
The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change.
Par Rhakim Solari le 23/5/2002 Ã 1:05:18 (#1510693)
Heaven Torn Asunder
(Cradle of Filth)
Rise, ablaze, libidinous
Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light
Nascent aeons confer....
Chaos is spat
From the black eternal sea
Serrated mountains of mad shadows
Carving towards misdeed
Stormchoirs gather
A pestilential hiss
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice
Supernal vestments hang tattered
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers
Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees
(Victory spentBreathe deep benighted scent)
We are as a flame born unto the darkness
Desires burning in palatial glades
And virtues once aloof, now
worming beneath us
Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves....
Attack!
Wreak atrocities on those we have despised
Judgements be riven, from the skies
Darkness empower let us master prophecy
Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever
Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy
Written in flesh across the howling ether
Artemis
Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia
With stars erased, throw wide the gates
The infidel soon unmasks her face
Neath silken shroud she waxes horn
Sharpened to skewer dawn....
I am as a plague, born to the priestess
The secret amour of her archangelic rape
Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed
Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake
"The most August sorcerers of Hades
Darkly seized for me a throne
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone
From this ransacked celestial temple
I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations"
Tremble before us
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth"
"Our voices are opened graves
Through which the never-dead escape"
From dank, abyssic dreamPursuing ascendancy....
The enemy has held three seasons
Imparadised, whilst we writhed
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree
Now freed to plunder....
Heaven torn asunder
Par Chlott le 23/5/2002 Ã 14:17:27 (#1513357)
Ah oui déjà évite de me conseiller des trucs genre Taking Back Sunday, A New Found Glory, Antifreeze, Mi6, The Get Up Kids, Les sales majestes, Mxpx... parce que j'ai déjà , en fait conseille moi je te dirais si je connais ou pas :D
ah au fait je sais plus qui a parler de Uk Subs mais merci j'ai téléchargé pour voir ce que ca donnait et c'est pas mal.
Par Rhakim Solari le 23/5/2002 Ã 17:34:04 (#1514508)
Par Loup Alkyel le 23/5/2002 Ã 17:46:48 (#1514593)
Pour le délire, Les Wampas : (attention c pipi-caca)
Touche pipi
Nous t'apprendrons ici
si tu ne sais pas quoi faire
avec ton p'tit zizi
des choses élémentaires
avec ta p'tite amie
ou bien en solitaire
car pour le touche pipi
les Wampas sont experts
Tu apprendras ici
des choses extraordinaires
tu oublieras ici
tous tes joujoux de guerre
amènes toutes tes amies
et pourquoi pas leur mère
car chez les touche pipi
nous sommes tous soeurs et frères
Viens avec nous
au pays du touche pipi
viens avec nous
tu verras ici
tous les gens sont gentils
Viens avec nous
au pays du touche pipi
tout le monde peut y venir
les grands comme les petits
Tu 'apprendras ici
si tu ne sais pas quoi faire
avec ton p'tit zizi
des choses élémentaires
avec ta p'tite amie
ou bien en solitaire
car pour le touche pipi
les Wampas sont experts
Viens avec nous
au pays du touche pipi
viens avec nous
tu verras ici
tous les gens sont gentils
Viens avec nous
au pays du touche pipi
tout le monde peut y venir
les grands comme les petits
Viens avec nous
au pays du touche pipi
viens avec nous
tu verras ici
tous les gens sont gentils
Oh oui viens, Oh oui viens, Oh oui viens, viens viens, viens, viens, Oh oui, viens, Oh oui, oui, oui
Oui viens petit, viens avec nous
J'ai avalé une mouche
Et 1, et 2 et 1,2, 3, 4
Mi
J’ai avalé une mouche
Si
En roulant sur mon vélo
La
Je chantais cette chanson
Si
Je nÂ’connais rien de plus beau
J’ai attrapé l’amour
En te regardant le dos
Je chantais cette chanson
Dont je nÂ’connais pas les mots
Oh oh oh oh
I love you so
Oh oh oh oh
I need you so
(bis)
J’ai avalé une mouche
En roulant sur mon vélo
Elle est restée coincée
JÂ’ai failli tomber dans lÂ’eau
J’ai failli m’étouffer
Tu m’as tapé dans le dos
Je chantais cette chanson
Dont je nÂ’comprends pas les mots
Oh oh oh oh
I love you so
Oh oh oh oh
I need you so
(bis)
JÂ’avale toujours des mouches
Quand je roule sur mon vélo
Je roule la bouche ouverte
Je dois être un peu idiot
J’ai attrapé ta main
J’la lâcherai pas de si tôt
Je chante cette chanson
JÂ’nÂ’connais rien de plus beau
Mi
Oh oh oh oh
Si
I love you so
La
Oh oh oh oh
Si
I need you so
(4x)
Fa#
Oh oh oh oh
Do#
I love you so
Si
Oh oh oh oh
Do#
I need you so
(4x)
oh oh oh oooh
Par Chlott le 23/5/2002 Ã 17:51:30 (#1514623)
Chlott, inutile de te demander si tu connais les classiques du style Hüsker Dü ou Minor Throat?
J'avoue que Minor Throat je connais pas j'irais chercher ca quand j'aurais un peu de temps, merci Rhakim :)
Ps: au fait une question que j'ai toujours voulu te poser tu fais quoi exactement dans le milieu de la musique?
Par Darksoul Zenox le 23/5/2002 Ã 18:07:47 (#1514738)
Capable du brutal comme Cradle autant que du sublime Animal de Pink Floyd, et du Prog de Genesis...il me ressemble bcp lui tient :)
Doit etre un musicien...y'a que les vrai musiciens qui apprecie la musique a sa juste valeur, au lieu de se cloitrer dans un seul et meme style en rejetant tout autour.
Avé!
:merci:
Par Darksoul Zenox le 23/5/2002 Ã 18:29:33 (#1514834)
I am the Black Wizards
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the
black hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies one
thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their
black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in
the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot
reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age
will escape my wrath. I travel through time and I return to the
future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally ancient
caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals
"discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown
to me. Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timeless
prison of hate. It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls
that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with
evil. I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never ending
mountains black, to the bottomless lakes. I am the ruler and has been
for eternity's long. My wizards are many, but their essence is
mine. Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of
grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them.
Voivod
Into My Hypercube
In my backyard
Sounds turn around
Down fall apart
In my playground
In my dome on my own
A locked throught in a closet
Splinter moves, cracking moans
Dank angles in the attic
Sixth sense stockpiled
In the cellar
And the ladder is broken
Memories sleep in dust
This shelter is doubtful
Blind windows, flat eyes
Stitched tight into time
Til I rise unbound
Transient illusion
Clairvoyant suspension
Translucid condition
Principal connection
Rise high, rise higher
Shing shallow spirit shadows
Tumult in the dark
Telestrobic heart
Murmur of the muse
Whispering amused
Fulfilling this square
Circled in my lair
Am I not awake
This ever forever
Perhaps faulty premonition
Perhaps this doesn't change anything
But for certain
I will be hanging around
Nether falling
Wisdom's dipping
Spiral stairway
Logic's dripping
Silent squeeze, shrinking scene
This remains my domain
Grave intrigue, I'm relieved
All these stains left unnamed
Grinches snicker, sneer at he
Like grinning Cheshire cats
Running amuck, mad, crazy
This cuboid upside down cell
Impaled Nazarene
Damnation (Raping The Angels)
When Jews return to Zion and fire burn the skies,
(Then) satanic majesty rises
And both you and I must die !
From the eternal sea he rises
Creating armies on either shore
Turning man against his brother
Till man exists no more !
Thirteen steps, the ritual
Black, candles, face the altar
Prince of hell, take my soul
Give me the wisdom, of the ancient ghouls
Sodomize the holy flesh, follow the left hand path
Torment the holy trinity, feeble christianity !
Invocation, to my lord
Shemhamforash, drink the blood
Hear the names, so infernal
Baphomet, I kneel before the altar
Righteous flesh, turns me on
Desecration, of bastard's mom
I will turn your holy womb
Into disgusting, unholy tomb
Sodomized is the holy flesh, so it done
The thirteen steps
There is no more Zion (yet) fire burning the skies
Satanic majesty has risen and we all are dead...die...
I was homosexual partner of Jesus Christ
Summonning
Khazad Dum
From ashes and fire be broken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless shall again be king
The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen and cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Druin's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
But still the sunken stars appeal
In the dark and windless Mirrormere
There lies his crown in water deep
'Til Druin wakes again from sleep
A deadly sword, a healing hand
A trumpet - voice, a burning hand
A lord of Wisdom...
Fire and shadow - both defied
In Khazad-Dum his wisdom died
In joy thou hast lived
If thou hearest the cry
of the Gull on the shore
Thy soul shall then rest
in the forest no more...
Par backfire akham le 23/5/2002 Ã 18:34:40 (#1514868)
hum les bratisla boys ? :D
Par Rhakim Solari le 24/5/2002 Ã 3:17:30 (#1517729)
Ahhhhhhhhh je l'adore ce Rhakim Solari !!!!
Capable du brutal comme Cradle autant que du sublime Animal de Pink Floyd, et du Prog de Genesis...il me ressemble bcp lui tient
Hehe, et encore, j'ecoute tout autant du jazz que de la musique electronique, et j'adore des styles inclassables comme du Frank Zappa (conseillé à toute personne désirant decouvrir le plus grand musicien du 20eme siecle, mais bon, faut avoir l'esprit ouvert :D )Doit etre un musicien...y'a que les vrai musiciens qui apprecie la musique a sa juste valeur, au lieu de se cloitrer dans un seul et meme style en rejetant tout autour.
Et effectivement, je suis musicien ;)au fait une question que j'ai toujours voulu te poser tu fais quoi exactement dans le milieu de la musique?
En fait, etre musicien pro, ce n'est que rarement un seul travail, mais une accumulation de pleins de petit job... Pour te donner une idée, je travaille actuellement en meme temps sur de l'enseignement en musique, de la musique de jeux video et plus generalement, de media (tele, courts et longs metrages, et pub), sur diverses prestations sceniques, et en trame de fond, mon but ultime serait de vivre de ma musique, avec mon groupe ;) (et à la base, n'oublions pas que je suis guitariste ;) )
Par contre, j'ai tenté le coup, mais je suis incapable de, par exemple, faire guitariste de scene pour celine dion, j'ai besoins de creer et d'etre fier de ce que je joue ou fait... (et que ca rapporte des sous, because rock star ou pas, faut bien bouffer de temps en temps)
Par Rhakim Solari le 24/5/2002 Ã 3:25:18 (#1517738)
1 - pour apprecier la musique, (quasiment)toutes les musiques, il ne faut pas etre musicien, mais avoir l'esprit musicien... Je connais des musiciens qui considereront encore Dream Theater comme de la merde... (probablement par jalousie mais :chut: ), et je connais aussi des personnes qui ne jouent de rien, mais qui ont apris à écouter la musique, et plsu seulement l'entendre (comme Dame Belladona, meme si j'y suis pour quelques chose :p)
2 - Chlott, si tu veux vraiment tu punk qui fait TRES mal, jette une oreille sur l'album de reprise punk de Slayer (undisputed attitude). En fait, tu as l'agressivité du punk au niveau composition, avec la brutalité unique de slayer, souvent immitée, jamais égalée :ange:
Par Suo le 24/5/2002 Ã 3:40:16 (#1517760)
Fin moi j'aime, m'enfin c'est seulement pour le coté lyrical, donc par ecrit je sais pas si ça peut rendre pareil :)
Alors commençons :)
Ja Rule feat. Tupac
SO MUCH PAIN
[Ja Rule]
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain
Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
[Ja Rule]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game
Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain
[Chorus]
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
[Ja Rule]
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter"
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> [2Pac])
[2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me
I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Wu Tang Clan
Triumph
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine
[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Six hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament that does burn
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad burn, what the blood
clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns and everyone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, try their crew
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Tang cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly nose reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgment day coming, conquer, in war
Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune strictly fucking Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one who was sober
In particular to the Square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like fucked beats for raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation
Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation
[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another hard nigga diss, close ones gone
Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song
[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The hot cheeked Jamel, I wreak take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hairs like Sonny Lister, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black trouble through Ali
Came to trees we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gang adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland
Vala un tout petit echantillon des truc que j'ai écouté dernierement:)
Par Subb Drakken le 24/5/2002 Ã 10:33:45 (#1518595)
No use for a name, NOFX, Subb, Propagandhi, Anti-flag (trop beau le concert :)), Rancid, AFI, ten foot pole... (j'en ai encore plein)
Pour du punk francais : Les sheriffs, Molodoi, les beru, Charge 69, Banlieu rouge, Tagada jones...
sinon encore US bombs, sex pistol, the crass, the clash,...
Par Dame Belladona le 24/5/2002 Ã 13:34:58 (#1519434)
Arf, oui, deux petits rajouts...
1 - pour apprecier la musique, (quasiment)toutes les musiques, il ne faut pas etre musicien, mais avoir l'esprit musicien... [...] mais qui ont apris à écouter la musique, et plsu seulement l'entendre (comme Dame Belladona, meme si j'y suis pour quelques chose :p)
Effectivement Rhakim, et je ne t'en remercierais jamais assez d'ailleurs ... Tu m'as fait découvrir le progressif plus actuel par rapport à Pink Floyd et Genesis (par exemple) ainsi que le speed metal mélodique aussi ... ainsi que le hard et le trash ...
Ce qui me fait rire c'est que maintenant, j'écoute des groupes que tu trouve trop ... bourrin ;)
Mais ayant grandi en étant baignée par Deep Purple, Led Zepplin et Jimi Hendrix cela m'a peut être ouvert l'esprit plus qu'à d'autres. (merci à mon frère aussi qui me passait ces 33 tours quand j'avais ... 10 ans;) )
Allez petite contribution personnelle ...
Rien que du bon, mais celui là me touche particulièrement.
Wait For Sleep
Images & Words : Dream Theater
Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit alone
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly the lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone
And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God giveme the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame
In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world
Aussi ...
Anna Lee
- écrit par James LaBrie pour Dream Theater
Helpless child
They invite your hands to fill their needs
Will you be the same
Shameless smile
To steal from you the innocence that bleeds
Will they feel your pain
Trying to believe
The scars unseen
The tears wash clean
You don't wanna breathe the air you breathe
You don't know how you'll live a life alone
She keeps holding on
Holding on to you
Let her breathe the air
Don't wanna be alone
Where do you belong
Anna Lee
Behind those eyes
A vivid scene
A lucid dream within
Questioned secrets are revealed
And every time
You can't deny
The lines that trace your skin
Wounds that never heal
Trying to believe
The scars unseen
The tears wash clean
You don't wanna breathe the air you breathe
You don't know how you'll live a life alone
She keeps holding on
Holding on to you
Let her breathe the air
Don't wanna be alone
Where do you belong
Anna Lee
And now she's calling out a name
Can't keep on hiding all her pain
You feel the rain move in
As you begin
To turn and answer the call
Trying to believe
The scars unseen
The tears wash clean
You don't wanna breathe the air you breathe
You don't know how you'll live a life alone
She keeps holding on
Holding on to you
Let her breathe the air
Don't wanna be alone
Where do you belong
Anna Lee
Un autre encore qui est trop beau ..
A Lesson Before Dying
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Symphony X bien sûr ;)
A chill grows near you're faced with fear
a darkened day you'll see it clear
your shadows call while you stand tall
watch before me while you fall
Times are changing, rearranging
where's the answer we've all been looking for
transient dreaming do you believe in
I am the answer to it all
where are you heading to time will tell
to a destiny that fate knows well
so fly away
Victim of the silence - wipe the cob - webs from your eyes
beware the season - the lies, the treason, the pain
You're running in reverse now - while struggling to break
free
the path you strayed from can only lead to dismay
Living a timeless tale
Behold the truth unveiled
Passion and glory fill my heart
Knowing my fate
Nightmare of fantasy
Untrue reality
Learning the lesson
as we fight to stay alive
Awakened by the thunder - crashing conscience
through your mind
persistent voices - all evils call out your name
Tears can break the silence - let your doubts
and fears be heard
You're releasing inned peace from your soul
Marching on staff in hand
falling into darkness
carry on through the endless nights calling
Living a timeless tale
Behold the truth unveiled
Passion and glory fill my heart
Knowing my fate
Nightmare of fantasy
Untrue reality
Learning the lesson
as we fight to stay alive
Crying downs your doubts and fears
they say that time just might heal the wounds of love
it replaces shattered traces of dispair
looking out through all the years
they say that time just might heal the wounds of love
it replaces
Love will light the darkness there
bringing some hope into view
it replaces the nameless faces of loneliness that you once
knew
Marching on staff in hand
falling into darkness
carry on through the endless nights calling
Living a timeless tale
Behold the truth unveiled
Passion and glory fill my heart
Knowing my fate
Nightmare of fantasy
Untrue reality
Learning the lesson
as we fight to stay alive
Pleins d'autres encore, amis les modos vont me jeter, alors je m'arrête là ;)
Par Darksoul Zenox le 24/5/2002 Ã 15:13:42 (#1519945)
Il ne faut pas etre nécessairement musicien pour apprecier les musique un peu moins accessible, mais ca aide grandement. Je comprend que le progressif metal comme Dream Theater, Symphony X, etc peuvent rejindre certains non-musiciens, car c'est de bcp d'inspiration de vieux groupe comme Yes, King Crimson, Led Zeppelin, Rush, Deep Purple, mais bon pour ce qui est du plsu technique un peu, comme du Death, certaines forme de Death ou black metal mélodique, je crois que ca ne restera accessible qu'a ceux qui ont vraiment une oreille pour la musique, pas ceux qui "ecoutent"....mais ceux qui "entendent".
Par Nahomy W-Feals le 24/5/2002 Ã 15:18:15 (#1519964)
Sandra du loft:
Elle craignait de montrer quoi ?
Son tout petit, petit bikinie..... :eek:
*part en courant*
Nannnnn pas taperr
Par Merry le 24/5/2002 Ã 16:01:21 (#1520170)
Il n'aura jamais eu le succès qu'il méritait ...
Je t'aime le lundi,
je t'aime le mardi,
je t'aime le mercredi,
et les autres jours aussi.
Je t'aime en janvier,
février, mars, avril,
je t'aimerais toujours,
mon unique amour.
Par Nahomy W-Feals le 24/5/2002 Ã 16:24:51 (#1520298)
:bouffon: :mdr: :maboule: :rasta: :chut: :blabla: :amour:
Juste pour faire plaisir à Darksoul, de la part d'une non musicienne ...
Par Dame Belladona le 24/5/2002 Ã 16:29:02 (#1520325)
Nights came tralling ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes thrashed to crescendo
Skinless the dark shall scream
Hoarse Her symphonies
Deathmashed as the moon
That had lifted Her dreams
And frowned on the winding steps down
To where the vulgar strayed,
Taunting sick Her tender prey
She glided in Her bridal gown
How sleep the pure
Desire in Violent Overture
An emanation of phantom madness
The Countess beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future vows
Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a brand on the countenance of god
A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound
Deep red hissed the cat whips
On the whim of ill-will
Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss
Flayed further songs of overkill
How weep the pure
Desire in Violent overture
In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken dolls
A torchlit shadow theatre souled
With the echoed cries of lives She stole
Killing time
She struck the hours dead
In Her control
Thus menopaused
Her clock of hacked out cunts
Began to toll
"Thirteen chimes of ancient strain
I conjure forth with dirge
That fills the void with timbred pain
To fulfil my sexual urge"
Frights came wailing from the Darkside
Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber
Bespattered and appeased
As pregnant skies outside bore thunder
How sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture
As when high winds
Attune whipped trees
Her savage nature pitched
Would once again conduct the pleas
Of those She loved to agonies
As if it were
The first time every night
That She carved Her seal
In the flesh of life.
Tu me permettras de ne pas y mettre des paroles de Impaled Nazarene sous peine qu'un modo de passage me colle un averto ;)
Par Brume de Lys le 24/5/2002 Ã 16:40:52 (#1520385)
je crois que ca ne restera accessible qu'a ceux qui ont vraiment une oreille pour la musique, pas ceux qui "ecoutent"....mais ceux qui "entendent".
Personnellement, je me fie aux "vibes" :ange:
Re: Juste pour faire plaisir à Darksoul, de la part d'une non musicienne ...
Par Darksoul Zenox le 24/5/2002 Ã 17:01:58 (#1520527)
Provient du message de Dame Belladona :
Tu me permettras de ne pas y mettre des paroles de Impaled Nazarene sous peine qu'un modo de passage me colle un averto ;)
:) :)
J'ai grandement hesiter a les mettre tu sais :) Je savais que ca pourrait ÉNORMEMENT choqué...mais bon personne s'est plain on dirait :)
Par Nea Ithil le 24/5/2002 Ã 18:18:30 (#1521020)
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you
Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes
We're surfing in the air
We're swimming in the frozen sky
We're drifting over icy
Mountains floating by
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly
Ca c'est de la musique :)
Maintenant, âmes sensibles, ne lisez pas!!! :) (je vous rassure, avec la musique on entend pas trop les paroles ;) )
Cannibal Corpse, ADDICTED TO VAGINAL SKIN
A relapse of my body
Sends my mind into multiple seizures
Psychologically a new human being
One that has never been
Cursed by the shamen his voodoo spell has my soul
My limbs go numb
I can't control my own thought
Are his now
his evil consuming me
ever telling me
begin the clit carving
Slowly turning me, into a flesh eating zombie
Knowing this spell can only be broken
by the vaginal skins of young women
I proceed to find the meat
their bleeding cunts will set me free
Warmth seeping from this
Body
Rotted
After I sucked the blood from her ass
I feel more alive
more alive than I've ever been
Even though now I'm dead within
My mouth drools
As I slice your perineum
My body smeared
With the guts I've extracted
through her hole, came swollen organs
cunnilingus with the mutilated
My spirit returned from the dead
Released by the priest
but I felt more real when I was dead
The curse is broken
I have a dependence on vaginal skin
It's become my sexual addiction
I must slit, the twitching clit
Rotted cavity hold the juice
Between the legs, I love to carve
My cock is dripping with her blood
Par Mardram$Rakar le 25/5/2002 Ã 5:23:38 (#1523814)
Sinon...
Nine Inch Nails [The Big Come Down] (la vraie chanson industrial de NiN)
there is a game i play
try to make myself okay
try so hard to make the pieces all fit
smash it apart just for the fuck of it
bye bye oooh
got to get back to the bottom
oooh
the big come down isn't that what you wanted?
oooh
find a place with the failed and forgotten
oooh
isn't that really what you wanted now?
there is no place i can go there is no way i can hide
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside
there is a hate that burns within
the most desperate place i have ever been
try to get back to where i'm from
the closer i get the worse it becomes
the closer i get the worse it becomes
there is no place i can go there is no way i can hide
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside
Nitzer Ebb [Let Beauty Loose] (Dans That Total Age)
what is better than giving ourselves
you and me
you and flesh
touching for sweet love
loving for wet flesh
forever, and ever, and ever, and ever
take nothing
forever, and ever, and ever
let beauty loose
let beauty loose
brothers, sisters, brothers, sisters
don't force the dance
don't force the dance
we'll dance 'till we fall
we'll dance 'till we fall
glisten, glisten, glisten little children
glisten, glisten, glisten little children
glisten, glisten, glisten little children
don't listen when they tell you
there's no despair
there's no despair
there's no despair
glisten, glisten, glisten little children
there's no despair
there's no despair
there's no despair
Et... Of course :D
Static-X [The Trance is the Motion] (un cover de NiN, Closer :D )
you let me violate you
you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you
you let me complicate you
help me
i broke apart my insides
help me
i've got no soul to sell
help me
the only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself
i wanna fuck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation
you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith
you can have my everything
help me
tear down my reason
help me
it's your sex i can smell
help me
you make me perfect
help me become somebody else
i wanna fuck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
all through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
i drink the honey
inside your hive
you are the reason
i stay alive
Haaaaaaaaa *soupire*
mouarf
Par Galadriel le 25/5/2002 Ã 10:09:28 (#1524139)
Darksoul Zenox
Mon Dieu!!!!!!!On a les meme gouts!!ça fait plaisir!!!!
Par Brume de Lys le 25/5/2002 Ã 11:56:25 (#1524598)
N'empeche, Closer par Static...euh...ca doit etre bourrin :ange:
Et c'est tellement mieux la version originale de NIN, avec son rythme, sa cadence, sa...m'enfin, tu comprends :rolleyes:
-----------------------------------
Brume, fan de NIN for Life :amour:
Par Dame Belladona le 25/5/2002 Ã 13:54:56 (#1525217)
former Holy Wind from Eternal Glory
(Turilli)
Wise and mighty you are force of the earth
Fierce becomes the sea at your command
Winds of the south winds of the north
let me hear your call
Blow on my heart filling my soul
give me the force of the storm
For all of the time I will ride be my guide
I will follow your sign for a just life
Winds of the south winds of the north
let me hear your call
Blow on my heart filling my soul
give me the force of the storm
Riding the holy winds, winds of eternity
I'll fight you forever nightmares sons
Par Nea Ithil le 25/5/2002 Ã 14:25:34 (#1525385)
*est allée au concert Rhapsody/Stratovarius* Trop boooooooooooonnnnnnn!!!!
Par Merry le 25/5/2002 Ã 14:38:44 (#1525459)
Tenez, un morceau d'anthologie (dommage qu'il n'y ait pas la musique ...):
Le Youki
Paroles: Richard Gotainer. Musique: Claude Engel 1984 "Le Youki"
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Il était où le gentil ti Youki
Où il était le gentil ti toutou
Il était où hein il était où
Où il était le gentil ti Kiki
Et où il est le pépère au ouah ouah
Youki sait-il où c'était son pépère
Il était où hein son papa
Le beau pépère que son Kiki préfère
Et sa mémère alors et sa mémère
Où elle est la mémère à son nounouche
Elle était où hein sa mémère
Qui donne du susucre avec la boubouche
Il était où hein le Youki
Il était où le gentil ti toutou
Il était où hein le Youki
Le gentil ti toutou il était où
Où ça aah où ça
Où ça aah où ça
Où c'est qu'il était son papy
et son pépère où c'est qu'est ti
Où c'est qu'il était le Youki
Le gentil Kiki à mamie
Où ça aah où ça
Où ça aah où ça
Il était là le bouchon ti kitchou
Il était là le plus beau des Kouki
Il était là qui le beau koukou
Le plus joli de tous les beaux Youki
Et c'est à qui tout ça c'est à Kiki
A qui c'était les papattes poilues
Et la queue queue hein c'était à qui
C'est à Youki la queue queue qui remue
Et le Youki alors il est à qui
A qui c'est ti le mignon chopinou
A qui c'est ti hein le beau Youki
A son papy ou bien a sa nounou
Il est à qui hein le Kiki
Il est à qui le gentil ti toutou
Il est à qui hein le Youki
Le gentil ti toutou à qui c'est ti
A qui aah à qui
A qui aah à qui
Si c'était pas à son papy
A son pépère alors à qui
A qui il était le Youki
Si c'était pas à sa mamie
A qui aah à qui
A qui aah à qui
Qu'est ce qu'il a fait là oh la le vilain
Kiki a mangé des bouts de caca
Non mais des fois oh vilain tout plein
Non mais Kiki qu'est ce qui m'a fichu ca
Veux tu venir ici gros dégoûtant
Et pas bouger assis debout couché
A son panier oh le méchant
Va te coucher son pépé l'est fâché
Kiki t'as vu pépère est en colère
Le pépère à Youki fait des gros yeux
Viens voir ici viens voir sa mémère
Avec mémère on n'est pas malheureux
Le plus culcul hein c'était qui
Mais qui c'est ti des deux le plus neuneu
Le plus neuneu hein c'était qui
C'est qui c'est qui le plus culcul des deux
C'est qui aah c'est qui
C'est qui aah c'est qui
Et si c'était pas son papy
Le plus culcul alors c'est qui
Le plus neuneu avec Kiki
C'est son papy ou sa mamie
C'est qui aah c'est qui
De toutes façons c'était pas le Youki
Alors c'est qui
Et si c'était pas son papy
Le plus culcul alors c'est qui
Le plus neuneu avec Kiki
C'est son papy ou sa mamie
C'est qui aah c'est qui
De toutes façons c'était pas le Youki...
Par Rochel Anor le 25/5/2002 Ã 15:19:47 (#1525655)
Y a des jours ou le cerveau vit une véritable tourmente,
A trop vouloir assurer tu en oublies la détente.
Oh show me the way
To the next
Whisky bar.
We are love we are made of many
We are two we are made of few
You taken my life and left to blame
You never understand the shame
I will die for my mercy cant you see?
Eternally, eternally...
Me loco, ME LOCOOOOOOOOO :rasta: :maboule:
Et pleins d'autres encore. Dans l'odre Mass Hysteria, The Doors, Coal chamber fois 2 et bien d'autres encore Marilyn Manson, SOD, Supergrass, Rammstein (ettoné que personne ne cite d'ailleurs :) ), Hole enfin pas mal de trucs sans oublier les beatles.
Je sais mes gouts sont trop eclatés mais je hais le rap, techno, raggae, classique bref tout le reste ce que j'ai cité desolé :).
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 25/5/2002 Ã 18:21:40 (#1526658)
Provient du message de Subb Drakken :
Pour du punk je te conseille :
No use for a name, NOFX, Subb, Propagandhi, Anti-flag (trop beau le concert :)), Rancid, AFI, ten foot pole... (j'en ai encore plein)
Pour du punk francais : Les sheriffs, Molodoi, les beru, Charge 69, Banlieu rouge, Tagada jones...
sinon encore US bombs, sex pistol, the crass, the clash,...
a ceux ci j'ajouterais les hellacopters, et les Mass Murderers ;)
Par Nea Ithil le 25/5/2002 Ã 18:25:58 (#1526680)
Erst wenn die wolken schlafen gehen
Kann mann uns am himmel sehen
Wir haben angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kann engel sein!
(désolée pour les fautes, mais je le fais de tête et je connais pas l'allemand :) )
Par Toine le 25/5/2002 Ã 18:26:48 (#1526684)
Les préjujés faut se les garder car souvent c'est pas vrai sache que tout ce que j'ecoute c pas a cause des medias que je les ecoutes.
Ensuite je suis pas un gros trasheur fou qui me jette dans la fosse pour aller me pogoter certe mais c ca qui definit qu'on ecoute de la bonne zik ou pas?
Moi ce qui me plait j'ecoute et je me laisse pas influencer parce que c passé a la télé.
Toine
Par Mardram$Rakar le 25/5/2002 Ã 19:54:14 (#1527222)
Provient du message de Brume de Lys :
:amour: ooooooooh Mardram :amour:
N'empeche, Closer par Static...euh...ca doit etre bourrin :ange:
Et c'est tellement mieux la version originale de NIN, avec son rythme, sa cadence, sa...m'enfin, tu comprends :rolleyes:
-----------------------------------
Brume, fan de NIN for Life :amour:
Huh huh... Bourrin ? Non, ça donne du Industrial Metal très slow, un peu comme du Doom Metal...
Tu devrais écouter, ça sonne vraiment bien, sauf que le chanteur il crie "The Trance is The Motion" comme un malade :rasta:
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Mardram, fan de NiN 4 ever (tant qu'il fait de la musique industriel ;) (DOWNWARD SPIRAL OWNZ)
PS: Je cherche A Violet Fluid et j'arrive pas à trouver :\
Par Mardram$Rakar le 25/5/2002 Ã 20:04:24 (#1527280)
Provient du message de Loup Alkyel :
Oui Toine, tu as des gout de merde :D c ce que j'écoutais (Offspring et ) Blink182 avant de passer à des vrais truc : Tool, Mass Hysteria, Adema, Black Rebel Motor Cycle Club, Dionysos, Deftones, Fear Factory, Incubus, Radiohead, Rancid, System, Royksopp, Spineshank...etc !
Tool > aussi merdique que Blink... dans le commercial par dessus là tête...
Deftones > :mdr:
Fear > bonne musique encore, mais trop répétitif...
Incubus > :mdr: Rap :mdr: metal :mdr: 4 ever :mdr:
Radiohead > Bonne musique, la plupart du temps, mais ils font tout à la va vite, depuis quelques années...
Rancid > Bah, c'est Rancid... Ils ont copiés The Clash mais ils font tot aussi bien.
(J'ai vraiment accroché sur Tool, Incubus et The Deftones quand j'ai lu ton message :mdr: )
Par Tarken/Krysta| le 25/5/2002 Ã 20:32:09 (#1527440)
Great Big White World
In space the stars are no nearer
They just glitter like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone
But IÂ’m not attached to your world
Nothing heals and nothing grows
Because itÂ’s a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescriptionÂ’s low, I wish you
Were Queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother Mary miscarry
But we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now
Because itÂ’s a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescriptionÂ’s low, I wish you
Were Queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
La musique de fond tient la route, ça gueule pas comme le disent si souvent les gars qui ont des tas de préjugés, et ça pourrait même bercer celle-ci ( et d'autres ) tant c'est doux..
Manson for ever :amour:
Par WWallace le 25/5/2002 Ã 20:58:34 (#1527609)
Un autre monde
Je rêvais d'un autre monde
Où la terre serait ronde
Où la lune serait blonde
Et la vie serait féconde
Je dormais à poings fermés
Je ne voyais plus en pieds
Je rêvais réalité
Ma réalité
Je rêvais d'une autre terre
Qui resterait un mystère
Une terre moins terre à terre
Oui je voulais tout foutre en l'air
Je marchais les yeux fermés
Je ne voyais plus mais pieds
Je rêvais réalité
Ma réalité m'a alité
Oui je rêvais de notre monde
Et la terre est bien ronde
Et la lune est si blonde
Ce soir dansent les ombres du monde
A la rêver immobile
Elle m'a trouvé bien futile
Mais quand bouger l'a faite tourner
Ma réalité m'a pardonné
Par Kanon le 25/5/2002 Ã 21:12:55 (#1527684)
Wait and bleed
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
GOODBYE!
I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory?
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
GET OUTTA MY HEAD CUZ I DON'T NEED THIS!
Why didn't I see this?
I'm a victim--Manchurian Candidate
I-HAVE-SINNED-BY-JUST
Makin my mind up and takin your breath away
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
GOODBYE!
You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain is always free
You haven't learned a thing
I haven't changed a thing
The flesh was in my bones
The pain is always free
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
I've felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
AND IT WAITS FOR YOU!!!
Par Hoogan le 25/5/2002 Ã 21:33:08 (#1527805)
Provient du message de Kanon :
Si vous ne devez retenir qu'une seule chanson de Slipknot ...
Sans façon :ange:.
Par Chlott le 25/5/2002 Ã 21:53:40 (#1527923)
Sinon Toine essaye de télécharger une chanson de Taking Back Sunday qui s'appele "Cute without the E" a mon avis tu devrais aimer. (si tu trouves pas essaye "Cut from the team" parfois tu la trouves a ce nom en téléchargement)
Tiens je vais mettre une chanson vu que je l'ai pas encore fait
Les Sales Majestés
"Champ d'honneur"
Je suis tombé ce matin au champ d'honneur
Quelle connerie je vous le dit oui mes frères et soeurs
Il n'y a aucune fierté a tuer son prochain
ou bien a le voir crever lentement au petit matin
Ceux qui nous ont envoyés sur les champs de batailles
sont les mêmes enculers qui nous mettaient sur la paille
et je meurs lentement je n'ai pas encore 20 ans
Mais je ne regrette rien je ne serais plus un assassin
C'est la victoire en chantant promettait le président
Mais c'est la mort au tournant qui nous a prit nos 20 ans
J'aurais mieux fait de déserter juste pour te retrouver
Même si ces salauds de gradés m'auraient surement fusillé
J'aurais mieux fait de déserter juste pour te retrouver
Même si ces salauds de gradés m'auraient surement fusillé
Et je meurs lentement je n'ai pas encore 20 ans
Mais je ne regrette rien je ne serais plus un assassin.
Par Rhakim Solari le 26/5/2002 Ã 6:04:08 (#1529515)
Slayer je connais mais un peu trop bourrin pour moi Rhakim
Bah l'album punk ce ne sont que des reprises de ... punk :ange:
Mais bon, c clair qu'ils ont le son les bougres...
Par Subb Drakken le 27/5/2002 Ã 9:56:13 (#1535101)
Rancid > Bah, c'est Rancid... Ils ont copiés The Clash mais ils font tot aussi bien
Je trouve vraiment pas que Rancid on copié les clash, c'est pas du tout le meme style Rancid et les Clash mais que c'est beau :)
Par Masklinn le 27/5/2002 Ã 11:46:58 (#1535538)
"Zero"|/b]
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm in the face of your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only
MARILYN MANSON LYRICS
"Mechanical Animals"
We were neurophobic and perfect
the day that we lost our souls
machines that wished they were human
If they cry they will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But they'll never be good for you
Or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
You were phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
[chorus repeat]
This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the suicide king
SYSTEM OF A DOWN LYRICS
"Forest"
Walk with me my little child
To the forest of denial
speak with me my only mind
walk with me until the time
and make the forest turn to wine
you take the legend for a fall
you saw the product
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
walk with me my little friend
Take this promise to the end
Speak with me my only mind
Walk with me until the end
And make the forest turn to sand
you take the legend for a fall
you saw the product
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
Take this promise for a ride
you saw the forest, now come inside
You took the legend for it's fall
you saw the product of it all
no televisions in the air
no circumcisions on the chair
You made the weapons for us all
just look at us now
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
SYSTEM OF A DOWN LYRICS
"ATWA"
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 any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
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 cae about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
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 any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
I don't sleep, anymore
I don't eat, anymore
I don't live, anymore
I don't feel
a propos du punk
Par Emouchet --- le 27/5/2002 Ã 12:46:52 (#1535850)
Regroupés sous l'etiquette "punk" , on trouve 2 styles pas si proches que ca l'un de l'autre , délimités grosso-modo par "avant 1980" et "aprés 1980".
Av.1980 : on entend par punk des groupes comme The Clash , Sex pistols , Ramones , etc... C'est déja pas de la poésie , mais c'est plutot ce que appelle maintenant le punk-rock.
C'est selon moi ca le "vrai" punk.
Ap.1980 : grosse radicalisation , la on parle plus de Exploited. Le style emprunte beaucoups plus au heavy metal , mais en plus "sale". A ce moment la , le punk a deja commencé sa transformation pour jeter les bases de son enfant : le hardcore.
Ces 2 periodes s'appliquent aussi a la définition meme du mouvement , et a ses origines : av.80 , influence majeur de l'angleterre , ap.80 , influence des usa.
Bref , tout ca c'etait juste pour dire que , a part sortir ma science :cool: , par exemple entendre parler du punk de slayer , bin c'en est pas du punk , justement.:)
Par Brume de Lys le 27/5/2002 Ã 13:05:43 (#1535977)
Jeff Hanneman est fan de Dead Kennedys notamment ;)
Voilà :ange:
Re: a propos du punk
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 27/5/2002 Ã 13:13:11 (#1536013)
Provient du message de Emouchet --- :
Regroupés sous l'etiquette "punk" , on trouve 2 styles pas si proches que ca l'un de l'autre , délimités grosso-modo par "avant 1980" et "aprés 1980".
Av.1980 : on entend par punk des groupes comme The Clash , Sex pistols , Ramones , etc... C'est déja pas de la poésie , mais c'est plutot ce que appelle maintenant le punk-rock.
C'est selon moi ca le "vrai" punk.
Tout a fait d'accord , mais a ceci j'ajouterais qu'il existe encore des groupes de ce style de nos jours, mais pas connus du tout hélas :-/
Mais sinon, comme je l'ai toujours dit, c'est dans les vieux pots qu'on fait les meilleurs soupes ;)
Par Loup Alkyel le 27/5/2002 Ã 21:16:04 (#1538895)
Par Darksoul Zenox le 27/5/2002 Ã 21:33:27 (#1539014)
Provient du message de Loup Alkyel :
TooL c un bon groupe comparer à StaticX, et non ils sont pas commercial, mais je le conçois, peu de gens aime car c difficile à aimer. Mais musicalement je les trouve bon.
Clair!! les premiers album de Tool sont terrible ! Pas commercial du tout, que du bon metal presque !
Par Lya Thean le 27/5/2002 Ã 21:40:20 (#1539058)
BONJOUR C MOI COIN COIN LE GENTIL PETIT CANARD !! coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin coin :rasta:
non sans dec
SLIPKNOT POWA !!
:hardos: :hardos:
Par Cthulhu le 27/5/2002 Ã 22:17:36 (#1539295)
-----------Radiohead
Karma police
arrest this man,
he talks in maths,
he buzzes like a fridge,
he's like a detuned radio.
Karma police
arrest this girl,
her Hitler hairdo
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party.
This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.
Karma police
I've given all I can,
it's not enough,
I've given all I can
but we're still on the payroll.
This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.
------------------Massive attack
- teardrop
Love, love is a verb
Love is doing word
Feather's on my breath
Gentle implusion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feather's on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feather's on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feather's on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feather's on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feather's on my breath
Water is my eyes
Most faithful mirror
Feather's on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feather's on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Feather's on my death
Teardrop on the fire
Feather's on my breath
You're stumbling in the dark
You're stumbling in the dark
- protection
This girl I know needs some shelter
She don't believe anyone can help her
She's doing so much harm doing so much harm
doing so much damage
But you don't want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can't change the way she feels
But you could put yours arms around her
I know you want to live yourself
But could you forgive yourself
If you left her just the way
You found her
I stand in front of you
I ll take the force of the blow
Protection
I stand in frint of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection
You're a boy and I m a girl
But you know you can lean on me
And I don't have no fear
I'll take on any man here
Who says that's not the way it should be
I stand in fornt of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection
She's a girl and you're a boy
Sometimes you look so small, look so small
You've got a baby of your own
When your baby's grown, she'll be the one
To catch you when you fall
I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection
You're a girl and I m a boy
Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter
Just runnin round and round helter skelter
And I ve leaned on me
And that's more than love, that's the way
It should be
Now I can't change the way you think
But I can't putmy arms around you
That's just part of the deal
That's the way I feel
I put my arms around you
I stand in front of you
I'll take the force of the blow
Protection
-------- Portishead
ROADS
Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
Storm.. in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain't right
And surely that ain't right
Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
INSTRUMENTAL
How can it feel, this wrong
This moment
How can it feel, this wrong
Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong
GLORY BOX
I'm so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and
arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to
play
For I've been a temptress
too long
Just. .
Give me a reason to love
you
Give me a reason to be ee,
a woman
I just wanna be a woman
From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a
different picture
Thru this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could
bloom
Move over, and give us
some room
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL
So don't you stop, being a
man
Just take a little look from
our side when you can
Sow a little tenderness
No matter if you cry
Give me a reason to love
you
Give me a reason to be ee,
a woman
Its all I wanna be is all
woman
For this is the beginning of
forever and ever
Its time to move over
-------------Rage Against The Machine
Wake up
Come on!
Uggh!
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
Yeah!
Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!
I think I heard a shot (5 times)
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
Background: 'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause
what you reap is what you sow."
Par Mortificus le 1/6/2002 Ã 11:11:45 (#1567424)
SlipKnoT : Left behind
I've know faces that have disappeared in time
Find me wrapped in glass and slowly soaked in lime
All my friends have pictures made to make you cry
I've seen this and wondered what I've done to
Calcify...
(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away
I can't stand to see your thalidomide robot face
Don't even try it! You had to be a liar just to
Infltrate me - I'm still drowning
(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away
Take...this...away...
I can fell it on my mouth
I can taste you on my fingers
I can hear you like the holy ghost
And kill you if you get too close
(I ignore you)
As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away
(I come toward you)
We all got left behind, we let it all slip away
Par SyPhiliS di Borgia le 1/6/2002 Ã 12:34:54 (#1567958)
sinon un morceau magnifique, mais je sens que tous les punkeux vont me tapper dessus c'est "Mallarmé" de In the nursery (poeme du meme auteur que titre de la chanson)... vi j'aiété très punkeux aussi mais maintenant a part pour couvrir le bruit de l'aspirateur pendant le ménage, j'ai du mal...
ok ok je commence a savoir par ou c'est la sortie... :maboule: :maboule: :maboule: :maboule: :maboule:
Par Orbelius d'Aery le 1/6/2002 Ã 17:11:58 (#1569831)
Moi suis sur qu'il y a pas bcp de gens qui connaissent Magic System et son fameux 1erGaou :p
Par DeNosgoth-CD le 1/6/2002 Ã 18:11:57 (#1570231)
Provient du message de Orbelius d'Aery :
Jconnais un peu Tryo moi j'ai entendu en 2000 une chanson et ca ma bien plus c'était l'hymne de nos campagnes je crois...
*meurt dans d'atroces souffrances :ange:*
Voui, j'ai ete traumatisé par Tryo ;)
Par Orbelius d'Aery le 1/6/2002 Ã 18:30:14 (#1570385)
Par Kathandro le 1/6/2002 Ã 18:35:09 (#1570449)
Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, DIE
Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Grab a brush and put a little
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
L.A.P.D.(The Offspring) (même si le niveau a sacrément baissé depuis)
When cops are taking care of business I can understand
But the L.A. story's gone way out of hand
Their acts of aggression, they say they're justified
But it seems an obsession has started from the inside
They're shooting anyone who even tries to run
They're shooting little kids with toy guns
Take it to a jury but they don't give a damn
Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman
Beat all the niggers
Beat whoever you see
Don't need a reason
(We're) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison
With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by
Martial law ain't no solution
Police brutality's just social pollution
Beat all the white trash
Beat whoever you see
Don't need a reason
(We're) L.A.P.D.
They say they're keeping the peace
But I'm not buying it because a billy club ain't much of a pacifier
"Protecting your freedom"
Now that's just a lie
It's an excuse for power that's more like an alibi
Law and order doesn't really matter
When you're the one getting bruisedand battered
You take it to a jury, they'll throw it in your face
Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace
Beat all the niggers
Beat whoever you see
Don't need a reason
(We're) L.A.P.D.
Bleeding Me (Metallica)
I'm diggin' my way.
I'm diggin' my way to somethin'.
I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better.
I'm pushin' to stay.
I'm pushin' to stay with somethin'.
I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' better.
Woh.
Woh.
I'm sowin' the seeds.
I'm sowin' the seeds I've taken.
I'm sowin' the seeds I take for granted.
This thorn in my side, this thorn in my side is from the tree.
This thorn in my side is from the tree I've planted.
Ooh, it tears me and I bleed.
yeah.
And I bleed, yeah, yeah.
Huh, caught under wheel's roll.
I take the leash, I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul.
I take the leash that's leading me.
I'm bleeding me.
Who, ooh, I can't take it.
Caught under wheel's roll.
Oh, the bleeding of me, yeah.
Ooh, of me.
Ooh, the bleeding of me.
Caught under wheel's roll.
I take the leash, I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul.
I take the leash that's leading me.
I'm bleeding me.
Who, ooh, I can't take it.
Caught under wheel's roll.
Oh, the bleeding of me, yeah.
Ooh, the bleeding of me.
I am the beast that feeds the beast.
I am the blood, I am release.
Come make me pure, bleed me a cure.
I'm caught, I'm caught, I'm caught under.
Caught under wheel's roll.
I take that leech I'm bleeding me.
Can't stop to save my soul.
I take the leash that's leading me.
I'm bleeding me.
Oh, I can't take it.
I can't take it.
I cannot take it.
Oh, oh, the bleeding of me.
Ooh, come on, baby.
Mmm, I'm diggin' my way.
I'm diggin' my way to somethin'.
I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better.
I'm pushin' to stay.
I'm pushin' to stay with somethin'.
I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' better.
With something better.
Unforgiven II (Metallica)
Lay beside me, tell me what they have done.
And speak the words I want to hear to make
my demons run.
The door is locked now, but it's opened if you're true.
If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky.
Through black of day, dark of night,
we share this paralyze.
The door cracks open,
but there's no sun shining through.
Black heart scarring darker still,
but there's no sun shining through.
No, there's no sun shining through.
No, there's no sun shining.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Turn the pages, turn to stone.
Behind the door,
should I open it for you?
Yeah.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Sick and tired, I stand alone.
Could you be there?
'cause I'm the one who waits for you.
Or are you unforgiven, too?
Come lay beside me.
This won't hurt, I swear.
She loves me not, she loves me still,
but she'll never love again.
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone.
Black heart scarring darker still.
Yeah, she'll be there when I'm gone.
Yeah, she'll be there when I'm gone.
Dead sure she'll be there.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Turn the pages, turn to stone.
Behind the door.
Should I open it for you?
Yeah.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Sick and tired, I stand alone.
Could you be there?
Cause I'm the one who waits for you.
Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done.
The door is closed, so are your eyes,
but now I see the sun.
Now I see the sun.
Yes, now I see it.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Turn the pages, turn to stone.
Behind the door.
Should I open it for you?
Yeah.
What I've felt, what I've known.
So sick and tired, I stand alone.
Could you be there?
'Cause I'm the one who waits,
the one who waits for you, oh.
What I've felt, what I've known.
Turn the pages, turn to stone.
Behind the door.
Should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven.)
Oh. What I've felt.
Oh, what I've known.
I take this key and I bury it in you,
(Never be, never me.)
because your unforgiven, too.
(Never be, never me.)
Cause you're unforgiven too. Oh, oh, oh.
The Great Below (NIN)(merci brubru au passage ;))
staring at the sea
will she come?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done
anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you
all the world has closed her eyes
tried faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could have been
ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear
I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
I will take my place
in the geat below
I can still feel you
even so far away
Aller, c'est tout pour le moment :p:ange:
Par WWallace le 1/6/2002 Ã 21:29:36 (#1571810)
Tonton David
Chacun sa route
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Il est déjà 5 heures du mat' t'es déjà en retard
ton patron va encore te brasser
tu t'habilles direct
tu prendras ta douche le soir
tu finis de lacer tes chaussures dans les escaliers
j'ai besoin d'air besoin de liberté
Ce ne sont pas des mensonges c'est la réalité
Je ne suis pas un roi mais je ne suis pas un pion
je dois être le fou comme je suis pas cavalier
Dites leur que
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J'ai fais un rêve le peuple était au pouvoir
Il n'y avait plus du tout de politiciens
C'était le souk partout dans les magasin
Tout le monde avait un job plus personne avait faim
Je ne délire pas mais je suis très sérieux
Je ne délire pas mais je suis très sérieux
Allez leur dire qu'on ne vient pas faire du cirque
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et ça donne
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chacun son destin
Dites leur que
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je me souviens des amis avec qui j'ai grandis
Ce sentiment être exclu me rendait solidaires
Chacun pris son train quand les années passèrent
A chacun son moove a chacun sa galère
Les chemins ou tu ris sont les même que ceux ou tu pleures
La vie est un aventure il ne faut pas avoir peur
Mais ! Te souviens tu des amis que tu as eus ?
Question ! Te souviens tu de ce que tu y'a perdus ?
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Et ça donne
chacun sa route
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chacun son destin
Dites leur que
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Par DeNosgoth-CD le 1/6/2002 Ã 21:59:53 (#1572025)
Provient du message de Orbelius d'Aery :
Huhu un véréran traumatisé ca s'est jamais vu :p
Oh mais tu ne sais pas ce que j'ai pu endurer :) des journees entieres a supporter le meme CD de Tryo en boucle , y a de quoi etre marqué a vie ! :)
Sinon.... bah meme si c'est d'un genre different , j'aime bien le post de WW :)
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