en plus ils sont anarchistes

j´ai jamais dit qu´il était plus connu,j´ai juste dit qu´il était capable de déplacer des foules monumentales de personnes! ils sont aussi tres connu au québec! le punk ( le vrai pas les vieilles daubes californiennes) reste et restera un mouvement underground contestataire,qui dénonce la société, la misère ( la plus part des groupes sont dedans).Leurs chansons représentent quelque chose

Le rap c´est de la merde, tes paroles c´est de la merde. Ca c´est de la vraie musique engagée:

Dogs ( Waters, Gilmour) 17:06

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you´re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You´ll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it´s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you´ll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you´ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it´s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I´m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I´m just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don´t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone´s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything´s done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone´s a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
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Pigs ( Three Different Ones) ( Waters) 11:26

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 hatpin,
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 our 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.
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Sheep ( Waters) 10:19

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I´ve looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger´s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we´ll make the bugger´s eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you´re told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Rgking Posté le 06 août 2005 à 11:22:50
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< < avec 23 jours tes efforts son vain !

Il a un autre pseudo avec 500 jours donc bon

enfin en tout cas moi se que je retiens c´est qu´ils narretent pas de gueuler sur la société dans la quelle ils sont, sa fait des années mais il y reste dans la société kan meme va savoir pourquoi, c´est vrai que c´est dur de trouver mieux

" sa fait des années mais il y reste dans la société kan meme va savoir pourquoi"

ils doivent tous se suicider c sa?
c ptre que le monde est pouri partour,et qu´avant de changer le monde faut peut etre commencer plus bas,c´est ce qu´il essaye de faire avec leur musique et sache que beaucoup de personne les écoutent

non mais si ils sont pas content ils ont qu´a se casser du pays

aller vers qu´elle pays,la plus part n´a pas les moyens de se payer une autre guitare.Tous les pays sont pouri a différente échelle.Autan rester sur le front a balancer ses slogan que de fuir et se taire...

ok bon sa sert a rien pke on va pas arreter mais cest normal puisque on aime pas la mm musique

cest pas une histoire de gout musical mais d´ouverture desprit.

tu mas vu traiter les rappeur a la 50 centimes ou eminem?? non et pourtant ya bcp a dire mais je comprend les gens qui ecoute et je me fou pa dleur gueule.

et brittney spears effectivement cest bcp plus connu et pourtant niveau intelligence des paroles on peu pa dire que cest bien mieux

au moins ds le punk ils posent des questions pas tjrs idiotes ( linternement psychiatrik de force est encore a lordre du jour, les sondition au laos...etc etc etc.)

1989: Porcherie ki traitent le pen ( je precise kils chanter : plus jamais de 15% on sera tjrs contre...on a vu il y a ques année ce ke ca a donné)
2000: Halte au front ki denonce la aussi le racisme

enfin bref des combats il yen a des dizaine et des dizaines et ke ce soit le punk, le rap ou la pop menfou du moment klé parole souleve un rpob et lexpose de facon inteligente.