Elle me rappelle de trop bon souvenirs puisqu'on l'avait aprise en 3°, o le delire c'etait génial!!!

Pink Floyd: The wall


We don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leaves the kids alone
All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
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# Posté le jeudi 05 avril 2007 10:21

J'adore ce groupe ils sont géniaux, ils viennent de sortir un 4 album, avec cette chanson que vous avez surement deja entendu en tout cas je les adores!!!!!! et j'ai hate de les voirs un jour en concert


Good Charlotte: Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.

The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she's sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can't say "what's up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I'm just trying to stay up out it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girls that came with him,
They like that's not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.
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# Posté le jeudi 05 avril 2007 10:18

Bientot le concert et une chansons culte

Indochine: Trois nuits par semaines

C'est dans la nuit de Rebecca
Que la legende partira
Et aujourd'hui pour une troisieme fois
Elle decidait de sa premiere fois
C'est avec lui qu'elle le voulait
Qu'elle desirait a ce qu'il l'aimait
Et puis avec cet homme qui rit
Celui pour qui elle a choisi
Et dans la chambre au pied du fleuve
La ville endormie les laisse seuls
Et sous la chaleur et sans un bruit
Ils rattraperont toute la nuit, la nuit, la nuit

Mais 3 nuits par semaine
C'est sa peau contre ma peau
Et je suis avec elle
Mais 3 nuits par semaine mais Bon Dieu, qu'elle est belle

A bout de souffle comme une sirene
Elle voit son corps qui se reveille
Elle arrachait tous les vetements
Par quelques gestes elegants
Il posa les mains sur elle a rougi
Il a tout voulu et on l'a puni
Elle caressa en douceur
Comme pour oublier sa douleur
Et il l'a prit dans ses bras
Car elle avait un peu froid
A cet instant et a chaque fois
Elle voudra le revoir au moins 3 nuits, 3 nuits, 3 nuits

Mais 3 nuits par semaine
C'est sa peau contre ma peau
Et je suis avec elle
Et 3 nuits par semaine mais Bon Dieu, qu'elle est belle
Mais 3 nuits par semaine
C'est son corps contre mon corps
C'est nos corps qui s'enchainent
Mais 3 nuits par semaine mais Bon Dieu, qu'elle est belle

C'est dans la nuit de Rebecca
Que la legende partira
A cet instant et a chaque fois
Elle voudra le revoir au moins 3 nuits
A cet instant et a chaque fois
Ils se donnerent rendez-vous 3 nuits, 3 nuits, 3 nuits

Mais 3 nuits par semaine
C'est sa peau contre ma peau
Et je suis avec elle
Et 3 nuits par semaine mais Bon Dieu, qu'elle est belle
Et 3 nuits par semaine
C'est son corps contre mon corps
C'est nos corps qui s'enchainent
Mais 3 nuits par semaine mais Bon Dieu, qu'elle est belle
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# Posté le mercredi 04 avril 2007 10:14

Modifié le jeudi 05 avril 2007 10:11

AIE toute mon enfance dans cette simple chansons, que de delire etant petit sur cette musik entrainante des nodoubt

No Doubt: Don't speak


You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always

I really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end

It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real, Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether, Mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands I sit and cry

CHORUS

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't speak Don't speak Don't speak ohhhhh
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
I know you're good
I know you're good
I know you're really good, oh
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
No, no Ohh Ohh
shh, shh, darling
shh, shh, darling
shh, shh, darling, Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
shh, shh, darling
shh, shh, darling
shh, shh, darling, Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
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# Posté le mercredi 04 avril 2007 10:13

Modifié le jeudi 05 avril 2007 10:08

Plusieurs versions, plusieurs auteurs peu importe j'adore cette chansons!!!!

Marylin Manson,Depeche mode, Ashlee simpson, the Eurythmics, ...: Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.)
Movin' on!
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you
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# Posté le mercredi 04 avril 2007 10:11

Modifié le jeudi 05 avril 2007 10:07