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Seven seconds de
Youssou N'Dour & Neneh Cherry


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-Jlk5ZS4f4&feature=related

Wee rule

wee papa rule the dance

In a brand-new fashion
in a dance hall style we rule.
Wee rule
Wee papa rule the world the dance
In a brand-new fashion
in a dance hall style we rule.

The bass drum is hitting out a hardcore beat

Don't bother even moving
stay right in your seat.
The captivating Mike Controller evaluating your act

Je suis T.Y. Tim
now how do you like that?
With my ball point pen I write out my show

Drive around in a taxi
every place that I go

Eat neat
got a seat 'cause they know me every town

And my sexy reputation won't let me down.

Wee rule

> wee papa rule the dance
...

Def ears on the floor give me what you got

Total S. my control
I'm taking this hot

You say I give away my tales
no grief

Why do you try to run that
he or me?
'Cause one of these days you're hitting hard to shell.
We're gonna take you from here to hell

Outside you'll freeze
you'll remember this heat

You tell those lies and why do you cheat

We just take the best
don't ask a dilemma

This isn't a game
it just gets better.

We show you
yeah
we show you you that it's no good

If you can't take that you can kiss my boat.
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]

Wee rule
wee papa rule the dance
...
I saw you sleeping on a station on a dredgy wood bench

I saw you turned away
embarrassed
started swearing in French

'Fou le Camp' you started saying
but you just didn't know
That I passed exams in French about one year ago.

And this beat
this beat is mine.
This beat
this beat is mine.
We rule the dance hall
we rule the dance hall

We rule the dance hall
we rule the dance hall

We rule the dance hall
we rule the dance hall

We rule the dance hall
we rule the dance hall.

Wee rule
wee papa rule the dance
...
Wee rule
wee papa rule the dance
...

Aretha Franklin - Chain of Fools

J'aime vraiment beaucoup cette chanson.

Le gitan de Daniel guichard



Il a un rire de voyou
Dans le fond des yeux : ses amis
Il a le cœur au bord des coups
Le Gitan, le Gitan,
Un peu renard, un peu loup
Il sort le jour ou bien la nuit
Ce qu'on dit de lui il s'en fout
Le Gitan, le Gitan, que tu ne connais pas !

Il aurait pu être un grand matador
Un voleur de poules, un jeteur de sorts
Prendre une guitare, être musicien
Mais sa vie à lui elle est dans ses poings

Il ne sait pas d'où il vient
Mais il sait toujours où il va
Il a des milliers de cousins
Le Gitan, le Gitan,
Il a couru les chemins
Sainte-Marie ou Guernica
Pour venir dormir à Saint-Ouen
Le Gitan, le Gitan, que tu ne connais pas !

Souvent je deviens : Gitan
Mon ciel est le sien : Gitan
Je suis comme lui : Gitan
J'ai plus de pays : Gitan
J'ai plus de maison : Gitan
Je n'ai plus de nom : Gitan
C'est toi qu'a raison : Gitan
Y a plein d'horizons !

Il a toujours l'air heureux
Les chagrins lui n'en veut pas
Il les jette au milieu d'un feu
Le Gitan, le Gitan,
L'amitié n'est pas un jeu
Quand il donne il ne reprend pas
Il sait couper son cœur en deux
Le Gitan, le Gitan, que tu ne connais pas !

Il aurait pu être un grand matador
Un voleur de poules un jeteur de sorts
Prendre une guitare, être musicien
Mais sa vie à lui elle est dans ses poings

Souvent je deviens : Gitan
Mon ciel est le sien : Gitan
Je suis comme lui : Gitan
J'ai plus de pays : Gitan
J'ai plus de maison : Gitan
Je n'ai plus de nom : Gitan
C'est toi qu'a raison : Gitan
Y a plein d'horizons !

Il a un rire de voyou
Dans le fond des yeux : des amis
Il a le cœur au bord des coups
Le Gitan, le Gitan
Un peu renard, un peu loup
Il dort le jour ou bien la nuit
Ce qu'on dit de lui il s'en fout
Le Gitan, le Gitan, que tu ne connais pas !
Il a le cœur au bord des coups
Ce qu'on dit de lui il s'en fout
Le Gitan, le Gitan, que je connais pour toi !

Sarkozy : "Casse toi pov con" : la chanson ! (très drôle)

http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=sqinwy0RdQs

Le concert Queen à Wembley (DVD)

Dixie, Confederate National Anthem, lynyrd skynyrd version

Era, en fond sonore.

souvenir des rockabilly français, ne pas rire

JUMPING JACK FLASH
(Jagger/Richards)

Watch it!

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

Metallica › Sanatorium (6:33)

Welcome to where time stands still
No-one leaves and no-one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labelled metally deranged
Dream the same thing every night

I see my freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see

That dream is my reality
They Keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see that why my brain says rage

Sanatarium
Leave me be
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane

They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen, dammit, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanatarium
Leave me be
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do

Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again

Czardas de Vittorio Monti

Russian Balalaika Duo Alex Siniavski Mikhail Smirnov



Vittorio Monti est un compositeur italien. Né à Naples le 6 janvier 1868, il fut violoniste et compositeur puis nommé chef de l'orchestre Lamoureux à Paris (~1900) où il écrivit plusieurs ballets et opérettes. Il mourut le 20 juin 1922.



La seule composition très connue de lui est "CZARDAS" (ou Csárdás) car elle est jouée par la presque totalité des orchestres gitanes.

"La csárdás (prononcer tchardach) désigne une auberge en hongrois. C'est la dans hongroise de couple qu'on retrouve dans toutes les régions où vivent des Hongrois" (wikipédia) Plusieurs compositeurs de musique classique ont utilisé des thèmes de csárdás dans leurs oeuvres (Liszt, Brahms, Strauss, Tchaikovski...)

Mike Patton - genius at work 02 (24.000 baci)

Live in Minneapolis

(Traduction de l'italien.)

24.000 baisers

Aime-moi
Je t'aime !

Avec vingt-quatre mille baisers
Aujourd'hui tu sauras pourquoi l'amour
Veut à chaque instant mille baisers
Mille caresses par heure.
Avec 24000 baisers

Heureuses les heures défilent
D'un jour splendide parce que
A chaque seconde je t'embrasse.
Aucun mensonge merveilleux,
Phrases d'amour passionnées,
Mais que des baisers que je te donne,
Ye... ye... ye... ye... ye... ye... ye !

Avec 24000 baisers
Aussi exaltant est l'amour
En ce jour de folie
Chaque minute m'appartient.

Aucun mensonge merveilleux,
Phrases d'amour passionnées,
Mais que des baisers que je te donne,
Ye... ye... ye... ye... ye... ye... ye !

Avec 24000 baisers
Aussi exaltant est l'amour
En ce jour de folie
Chaque minute m'appartient.

Avec 24000 baisers
Heureux les heures défilent
D'un jour merveilleux parce que
Avec 24000 baisers,

Toi tu m'as conduit à la folie
Avec 24000 baisers,
Chaque seconde m'appartient.
Avec 24000 baisers,
A chaque seconde je t'embrasse.

Tomahawk - God Hates a Coward

I've sewn my seeds with a metric grosse
No footsteps go beyond it
I'll eat the death
Where the rooster crows

Flesh rodeo, yee-har, it's
Just to push in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your family tree

Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain't that enough of the
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse

And makes your tears, if you needed too
Make me blow my brains out
Pointin' the gun
Put my neck in a noose

But I'm hangin' tough
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by

Listen closer to your mother
You can hear ocean roar
Sittin' quiet in the corner
Put another record on

God hates a coward, sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me

On the only piano
Wrote the fuckin' concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs
Rack 'em up

Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Dipping your heart in my vinegar
Like a million disappeared

Just how long did you think they would live
Prepare yourself
Come on defend
And everyone defend?


And give me something to kill
I'll never finish my plate
Or I'll burn it up
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by, day, day, day, by, day

Faith No More
Introduce Yourself (1987)
We Care A Lot

We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
We care a lot about the NASA shuttle falling in the sea
We care a lot about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
We care a lot about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, yeah!

We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the geeks
We care a lot about the crack and smack and whack that hits the street
We care a lot about the welfare of all the boys and girls
We care a lot about you people cause we're out to save the world

YEAH!

And it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

We care a lot about the army navy air force and marines
We care a lot about the SF, NY and LAPD
We care a lot about you people, about your guns
about the wars you're fighting gee that looks like fun

We care a lot about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
We care a lot about Transformers cause there's more than meets the eye

We care a lot about the little things, the bigger things we top
We care a lot about you people yeah you bet we care a lot,

YEAH!

Well, its a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty song but someone's gotta sing it