Tu reviens ce soir Mijh ?? ?

Sinon pour l´ambiance ... y a peut etre mieux sur msn !

A plus tard peut etre !

:smack: !!

Nan je sort...

Et libre à nous de la mettre ici l´ambiance...^^

Tcho...

oki dac !! alors bonne soirée !! ...

Pis je suis d´accord ... l´ambiance, on peut la mettre ici ! Mais je le cache pas .. , j´aime bien les privilèges qu´offrent les convers msn ...

Mijh Musicalement,je fais rien,je débute de toute façon,j´apprends deja a maitriser mon instrument.

J´ai juste inventé 2 petites mélodies a la basse.
Si,je l´enregistre,ça va durer 10-15 secondes.

Non,pour l´instant,je laisse exprimer l´inconscient,mais plutot pour des citations,des idées a moitié raisonnés,ou alors des sons bizarres a enregistrer.
C´est peu de chose,mais je trouve ça gratifiant.

Passqui faut arrêté de déconner ^_^

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I´m not sleepy and there is no place I´m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I´ll come followin´ you.

Though I know that evenin´s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I´m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street´s too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I´m not sleepy and there is no place I´m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I´ll come followin´ you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin´ ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can´t feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin´.
I´m ready to go anywhere, I´m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I´m not sleepy and there is no place I´m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I´ll come followin´ you.

Though you might hear laughin´, spinnin´, swingin´ madly across the sun,
It´s not aimed at anyone, it´s just escapin´ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin´.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin´ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it´s just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn´t pay it any mind, it´s just a shadow you´re
Seein´ that he´s chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I´m not sleepy and there is no place I´m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I´ll come followin´ you.

Then take me disappearin´ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I´m not sleepy and there is no place I´m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I´ll come followin´ you

Yeah...^^

"How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ´n´ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps on the sand?
Yes, ´n´ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they´re foreve banned?
The answer, my friends, is blowin´ in the wind,
The answer is blowin´ in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ´n´ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people fly?
Yes, ´n´ how many deaths will it takes till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind

How many years can mountain exist
Before it´s washed to the sea?
Yes, ´n´ how many years can some people exit
Before they´re allowed to be free?
Yes, ´n´ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn´t see?
The answer, my friends, is blowin´ in the wind,
The answer is blowin´ in the wind"

^^

Il déchire le pépère...

"Johnny´s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I´m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he´s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It´s somethin´ you did
God knows when
But you´re doin´ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin´ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin´ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone´s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don´t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don´t try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don´t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin´ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You´re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin´ for a new fool
Don´t follow leaders
Watch the parkin´ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don´t steal, don´t lift
Twenty years of schoolin´
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don´t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don´t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don´t work
´Cause the vandals took the handles"

Mouahahahah....

Encore et encore... (rien à voir avec Cabrel...)

"Like a flower waitin? to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I?m here waitin? for you to come on home
And turn me on

Like the desert waitin? for rain
Like a school kid waitin? for spring
I?m sitting here waitin? for you to come on back home
And turn me on

My poor heart
It?s been so dark since you been gone
After all, you?re the one who turned me off
Now you?re the only one that can turn me back on

Ooh!
My hi-fi?s waitin? for a new tune
And my glass?s waitin? for some fresh ice cubes
I?m just sitting here waitin? for you to come home
And turn me on"

"Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, ´I love you,´
Birds singing in the sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me.

Say nighty-night and kiss me.
Just hold me tight and tell me you´ll miss me.
While I´m alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss.
I´m longing to linger ´till dawn, dear,
Just saying this:

Sweet dreams ´till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be.
Dream a little dream of me."

Elle l´a...^^

la d´dans !

Arta & Ben >> vous connaissez Bloodhound Gang ?

cool, z´êtes peut-être moins irrécupérable que je l´pensais

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ma toune pour aujourd´hui :

"Free"

Free like the river
Flowin´ freely through infinity
Free to be sure of
What I am and who I need not be
Free from all worries
Worries prey on oneself´s troubled mind
Freer than the clock´s hands
Tickin´ way the times
Freer than the meaning of free that man defines
Life running through me
Till I feel my father God has called

Me having nothin´
But possessing riches more than all
And I´m free
To be nowhere
But in every place I need to be
Freer than a sunbeam
Shinning through my soul
Free from feelin´ heat or knowing bitter cold
Free from conceiving the beginning
For that´s the infinite start

I´m gone - gone but still living
Life goes on without a beating heart

Free like a vision
That the mind of only you can see

Freer than a raindrop
Falling from the sky
Freer than a smile in a baby´s sleepin´ eyes

I´m free like a river
Flowin´ freely to infinity
I´m free to be sure of what
I am and who I need not be
I´m much freer - like the meaning of the word free that
crazy man defines
Free - free like the vision that
The mind of only you are ever gonna see
Free like the river my life
Goes on and on through infinity

les potos

Bah oui, c´est énorme le bloodhound ;)

Tiens, à propos de Jimmy Cliff, je me demandais justement ces derniers jours si une rivière est VRAIMENT libre ^_^

Légère correction :

Tiens, à propos de Stevie Wonder, je me demandais justement ces derniers jours si une rivière est VRAIMENT libre ^_^

Sans rancune, sous la lune
On applaudit les somnambules
Pas trop fort, juste un réconfort
Pour leurs efforts
Dans la nuit, juste un bruit
Celui de leurs pas sur les toits
Cible, ô sensible, tu t´immobilises
Au bord de l´abîme

Trois pas en arrière
Que glacent nos artères
Trois pas en avant
Pour prendre le temps
D´imaginer la chute, mais chuuut...

Sans rancune, sous la lune
On applaudit les somnambules
Pas trop fort, juste un réconfort
Pour leurs efforts
De tous ceux qui, dans la nuit
Sans se soucier vivent un rêve
Et leurs yeux, leurs yeux grands ouverts
Ne voient pas le danger

Une ombre menaçante
Abîme dans l´attente
Juste un fil dans le vide
En suspend, l´oeil livide
Est-ce là le moment de la chute, mais chuuut...

Sans rancune, sous la lune
On applaudit les somnambules
Pas trop fort, juste un réconfort
Pour leurs efforts
Dans la nuit, juste un bruit
Celui de leurs pas de gouttière
Qui s´effacent, sans en avoir l´air
Dans l´écrin d´un bon lit...

Et encore une tite chanson dédiée à qui se reconnaîtra!^^

Si mon amour était comme un petit ruisseau
On aurait bien envie d´aller se mettre à l´eau
De patauger au gré de cette onde joyeuse
Se disant: “qu´il est doux, mais qu´il est doux d´être amoureux!”
Oui mais mon amour est un orage
Qui fait chavirer en moi tout ce bel équipage
Oui mais mon amour est un naufrage
Car dans mon âme, souffle le vent du large, le vent du large

Si mon amour était comme un petit oiseau bleu
Il volerait de bonheur en petit bonheur
Ne se lassant pas de gazouiller à toute heure
“Mais mon Dieu, qu´il est doux, mais qu´il est doux d´être amoureux!”

Oui mais mon amour, est une buse
Un grand rapace qui plane au dessus de ses muses
Oui mais mon amour, est un carnage
Car dans mon âme, souffle le vent du large, le vent du large

Si mon amour était comme un petit nuage
Tout doux et tout moelleux, sage comme une image
Deux anges passant par là, étonnés et curieux
Se diraient:” Mais mon Dieu, quel ennui d´être amoureux!”

Oui mais mon amour est infernal
Là où l´on cherche le bien, on y trouve le mal
Oui mais mon amour est infernal
Car dans mon âme, souffle le vent du large, le vent du large.

Pousse ton genou, j´passe la troisième
Ça fait jamais qu´une borne que tu m´aimes
Je sais pas si je veux te connaître plus loin
Arrête de me dire que je vais pas bien
C´est comment qu´on freine
Je voudrais descendre de là
C´est comment qu´on freine

Cascadeur sous Ponce-Pilate
J´cherche un circuit pour que j´m´éclate
L´allume-cigare je peux contrôler
Les vitesses c´est déjà plus calé
C´est comment qu´on freine

Tous ces cosaques me rayent le canon
Je nage dans le goulag je rêve d´évasion
Caractériel je sais pas dire oui
Dans ma pauvre cervelle carton bouilli
C´est comment qu´on freine

Je m´acolyte trop avec moi-même
Je me colle au pare-brise ça me gêne
Ça sent le cramé sous les projos
Regarde où j´en suis je tringle aux rideaux
C´est qu´on freine
Je voudrais descendre de là
C´est comment qu´on freine

Allez Patron, un ordinaire comme moi, un ordinaire
J´veux voir le cul de tes bouteilles
Et au diable leur pudeur
Toutes il faut que j´les essaye
Que j´les dépucelle sur l´heure

Allez Patron, un ordinaire comme moi, un ordinaire
Il a d´la gueule ton comptoir
Laisse-moi donc lui faire honneur
Il a l´allure d´un boulevard
Boulevard que j´connais par coeur

Allez Patron, un ordinaire comme moi, un ordinaire
J´boirai à ta santé
Pour ton bien comme un docteur
J´te réserve chaque gorgée
Pas vrai que j´suis comme un docteur

Allez Patron, un ordinaire comme moi, un ordinaire
Moi j´crains pas la goutte d´eau
Qui fait déborder le vase
C´est pas un verre de trop
Qui f´ra déborder l´ardoise
Allez Patron, un ordinaire comme moi, un ordinaire
Même qu´une tournée générale
J´te la siffle à moi tout seul
Sans fausse note mon général
Moi tout seul, tout seul, tout seul

^_^

[CLEF]
We used to be number 10
But now we´re permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher´s Son, Ichiban,
I´m your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don´t play tuff
Cause I´ll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Ooooh La La La,
It´s the way that we rock when we´re doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It´s the natural light that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

[FORTE]
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G´s like the refu´s
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin´, swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin´ Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

[LAURYN]
Fake bullets can´t scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I´m sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn´t diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set´s bootie , and

[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Oooh La La La, It´s the way that we rock when we´re doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It´s the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

[PRAZ]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack

[CLEF] 2X
Ayo, What´s goin´ on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he´s down with
Mount Zion.

: )

Yeahhhhhhhhh baby je trip bien avec eux^^

Avec les fugees ?
Bé oui forcément :p

Oui les fugees lol^^