OUais Pm, vas-y, bonne idée !

Bonne soirée peuple de la nuit les yeux exorbités à force de regarder l´écran !

Well I don´t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain´t right,
I´m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I´m wondering how I´ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Yes I´m stuck in the middle with you,
And I´m wondering what it is I should do,
It´s so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I´m all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you´re proud that you´re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
´Cause I don´t think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you´re proud that you´re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Well I don´t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain´t right,
I´m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I´m wondering how I´ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I´m stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Oh que c´est classe

mistie
prau
pis le squallou va

Bob Dylan powa.

C´est la meilleur soirée de ma vie.

• Sur le point de s´evanouir*

Bonne soirée mistie.

The lightning flashes tension´s high
Bringing light to darkened skies
Lije Jonah in the belly of the beast
Inside the ark the sound desist

And so the ark swept
upon the rising water...

Forty days and forty night
There came a mighty flood upon the land
Where once were green pastures
teeming with life
Now were oceans deeper than any abyss

"Out of depths of sorrow I cry
Before thee I lye
If this world shall inherit the mild
Hear your orphaned child..."

Lord pray tell save thy child
The storm still rages inside
Lord guide them
Unto dry land, Amen.

Bonne soirée Mistieuh !

Ca je connais pas.

A vu de nez je dirais lorie...

Orphaned Land, bande d´abrutis^^ ( Lorie, non mais j´te jure ).
The Storm Still Rages Inside, 11eme et avant-ernière chanson de Mabool, l´album-merveille.

( Remarque : Bob Dylan, je connais pas. )

nightwish?

Non, c´est fini la grande période nightwishienne

Normal Bob Dylan c´est pas connu.

Oué Prau, t´as le droit de te foutre de ma gueule, te gêne pas ^^

Pas pour burns
Je le vois tous les soirs avec ses pseudos musicaux, sa guitard au cou, et sa paire de rébane noire.

Boooouuuuh Pm la hooooonte!

Bon ça ira pour aujourd´hui.

tu veux que je mette une photo de toi avec des lunettes noires squallou?

Bonsoir tout le monde.

Nooooonnnn. Hey tu sais je rigolais, c´etait pas drole, je l´avoue, je m´excuse meme.