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petitboulet, 07.10.2002 à 23:27 53841

the man who writes faster than his boulet °.o)

MR_Claude, 07.10.2002 à 23:25 53839

*** MR_Claude is now known as Lucky Bulledair Luke

petitboulet, 07.10.2002 à 23:23 53838

merde clodius m'a grille...

petitboulet, 07.10.2002 à 23:22 53837

ben oué mais eminem, y dis des gros mots tout le temps, lui, chez nick cave c super rare, c ca qui rend la chanson encore plus carricaturale °.o)

MR_Claude, 07.10.2002 à 23:22 53836

bin justement, man, il a expliqué pourquoi c'était différent, tu ferais mieux d'apprendre à lire %)))

man, 07.10.2002 à 23:12 53833

petitboulet > ça se voit que tu ne connais pas Eminem... ;o)))

man, 07.10.2002 à 23:10 53832

Voilà une chanson des Fun Lovin' que j'aime... I can't Get With That - Fun Lovin' Criminals They try to move us; to use us like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get them out? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . But we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. I can't get with that, I can't get with that, I can't get with that... (bis) I see the hoes and the hustlers piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. I can't get with that, I can't get with that, I can't get with that... (bis)

petitboulet, 07.10.2002 à 20:56 53822

ce que j'aime dans cette chanson, c'est l'exageration des termes, nick cave d'habitude n'emploie pas de gros mots dans ses chansons. la t'as le festival, et la chanson est tellement exageree que ca en est ridicule nick cave and the bad seeds: stagger lee it was back in 42 when times were hard he had a colt 45 and a deck of cards stagger lee he wore rat-drown shoes and an old stetson hat he had a 28 ford he had payments on that stagger lee his woman threw him out in the ice and snow and told him "never ever come back no more!" stagger lee so he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud 'till he came to a place called the Bucket of Blood stagger lee he said"mr motherfucker you know who I am" and the barkeeper said"no I don't give a good god damn to stagger lee he said"well bartender it's plain to see I'm that bad motherfucker called stagger lee mr stagger lee" well the bartender sid "yeah I heard your name down the way and I kick motherfuching asses like you everyday mr stagger lee" those were the last words that the barkeep said 'cause stag put four holes in his motherfucking head just then in came a broad called nelly brown was known to make more money than any bitch in town she struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt over to stagger lee, she starts to flirt with stagger lee she saw the barkeep said: "oh god he can't be dead!" stag said" well just count the holes in the mutherfucker's head" she said "you look like you ain't scored in quite a time why not come to my pad? it won't cost you a dime mr stagger lee" "but there's something I have to say before you begin you'll have to be one before my man billy dilly comes in mr stagger lee" "I'll stay here 'till billy dilly comes in, 'till time comes to past and furthermore I'll fuck billy dilly in his motherfucking ass" said stagger lee "I' m a bad motherfucker don't you know and I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole" said stagger lee just then billy dilly rolls in and "said you must be that mad motherfucker called stagger lee" stagger lee "yeah I'm stagger lee and you better get down on your knees and suck my dick because if you don't you're gonna be dead" said stagger lee well billy dilly dropped down and slobbered on his head and stag fills him full of lead oh yeah

Smiley_Bone, 06.10.2002 à 23:38 53687

De quoi être en état de grace après avoir fumé de la Supergrass (attentions aux kilos en trop cependant) Well we jumped all night On your trampoline When you kissed the sky Made your sister scream You ate our chips And you drank our Coke Then you showed me Mars Through your telescope Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money, save your money girl Well you sang your songs And you made us laugh So we captured you In a photograph And when the stars came out Your Momma called your name When the morning comes We'll get together again Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money, save your money girl Save your money Save your money for the Save your money for the children Save your money for the children (One more time) Oh Grace Save your money for the children Oh Grace Save your money, save your money girl

man, 06.10.2002 à 23:21 53684

Ah, ça c'est un bon groupe... mais c'est pas ma chanson préférée, j'en mettrai d'autres... En attendant un bon classique : (j'ai eu la flemme de chercher si on l'avait déjà mis...) Jumping Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, I was schooled with a strap right across my back, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash

petitboulet, 05.10.2002 à 22:37 53384

Where The Bums Go by the fun lovin' criminals I Feel it's Pull It's caressing claws Dead end blocks Graffiti walls It Permeates It Desecrates It looks like shit but it taste great (Chorus 1) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o See it's cliental come straight from hell With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells My bacon bits where not like this I curse the day it passed my lips (Chorus 2) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Bums Buuuuums Where the bums go wo o o o ( 16 times ) Fuckin bums! Yea

MR_Claude, 04.10.2002 à 0:19 53165

Pour le bullechef ;o))) Why aye man (Mark Knopfler) We had no way of staying afloat We had to leave on the ferry boat Economic refugees On the run to Germany We had the back of Maggie's hand Times were tough in Geordie land We got wor tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here Why aye man, why aye, why aye man Why aye man, why aye, why aye man We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise Drills and hammers, diggers and picks Mixing concrete, laying bricks There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot United nation's what we've got Brickies, chippies, every trade German building, British-made Why aye man, why aye, why aye man Why aye man, why aye, why aye man Nae more work on Maggie's farm Hadaway down the autobahn Mine's a portacabin bed Or a bunk in a nissen hut instead There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn And German tarts are wunderschoen German beer is chemical-free Germany's alreet with me Sometimes I miss my river Tyne But you're my pretty fraulein Tonight we'll drink the old town dry Keep wor spirit levels high Why aye man, why aye, why aye man Why aye man, why aye, why aye man