Let’s party !
Est-ce que House fonctionne mieux sans dormir ? A quoi donc Chase est-il allergique ? Est-il possible de faire de la glace au bourbon ? Mais qui est donc (métaphoriquement) Amber ? La réponse a toutes ce question dans le meilleur épisode de la saison jusqu’a présent.
- House !
- I knew you couldn’t stay away.
- This is my appartement, you can’t do this.
- Really ? Reality begs to differ …
Hu hu, somebody’s back in the cast …
Cameron et Chase se sépareront t’il ? Wilson fait-il un régime ? House a t’il perdu son mojo ? Toues les réponses dans cet excellent épisode avec en bonus le retour des morts-vivants (cf. la photo de l’épisode).
- Don’t try to dump him by dumping cases on me.
- I told you I never wanted to dump Chase.
- Absolutlty ! You want him to dump you, it’s totally different. Much less guilt.
Reprise des Beatles sur l’album blanc
She’s not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeahShe’s well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window paneMan in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working overtimeThe sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the
National TrustI need a fix cause I’m going down
Down to the abyss that I’ve left up town
I need a fix cause I’m going downMother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gunHappiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
L’auteur de La foire aux atrocités, La forêt de cristal et Crash est mort.
Souvenirs de la porte de Versailles le soir de la fête de la musique de 1993
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
Ive nothing to give
Wont lie and say this lovins best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest3d
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like its paper with faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temperTricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
Youre a couple, specially when your bodys doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)3d
You sure you want to be with me Ive nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of restTricky
Dont want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in 60 seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When theres trust therell be treats
And when we funk well hear beats(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see Im swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy, must be lazyTricky
Dont wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy(both)
Karmacoma, what? , jamaica an roma (x4)
Saddest song ever.
All this talk of getting old
It’s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I’m comin’ downAnd I hope you’re thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face againNow the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face againBut I know I’m on a losing streak
‘Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I’ll sing in your ear againNow the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again‘Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off deadAll this talk of getting old
It’s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I’m comin’ downNow the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again‘Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off deadBut if you wanna show, just let me know
And I’ll sing in your ear againNow the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face againYeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face againI’m never going down, I’m never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m never coming down, I’m never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
(Repeat and Fade Out)
