Prémonitoire … R.I.P. Jacno.
Archive pour Actualité
Ceci n’est pas du Google Bombing ;-)
Mais bon on va quand même essayer de faire monter le site du Prince jean en tête du classement Google avec les mots-clé “fils à papa“.
Bise a “Jean Sarkozy” (Ou pas).
John Hughes est mort.
Phoenix – Lisztomania : sur les images des films de John Hughes.
J.G. Ballard R.I.P
L’auteur de La foire aux atrocités, La forêt de cristal et Crash est mort.
Alain Bashung est mort
Je me souviendrai de son courage face à la maladie et de son extrême talent.
Un homme rare et important. Rest In Peace.
Madame rêve d’atomiseurs
Et de cylindres si longs
Qu’ils sont les seuls
Qui la remplissent de bonheur
Madame rêve d’artifices
Des formes oblongues
Et de totems qui la punissentRêve d’archipels
De vagues perpétuelles
Sismiques et sensuelles[Répétition 1] :
D’un amour qui la flingue
D’une fusée qui l’épingle
Au ciel
Au ciel[Répétition 2] :
On est loin des amours de loin
On est loin des amours de loin
On est loinMadame rêve ad libitum
Comme si c’était tout comme
Dans les prières
Qui emprisonnent et vous libèrent
Madame rêve d’apesanteur
Des heures des heures
De voltige à plusieursRêve de fougères
De foudres et de guerres
A faire et à refaire[Répétition 1]
[Répétition 2]
Madame rêve
Au ciel
Madame rêve
Au ciel
Madame rêve
Depeche Mode – Wrong
Depeche Mode est de retour avec un nouveau single et un excellent nouveau clip. Plus qu’a attendre l’album …
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong techniqueWrong Wrong
There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong repliesWrong Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeahWrong Wrong Too long Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong techniqueWrong
Lux Interior R.I.P.
Sad News.
Lux Interior, chanteur et fondateurs des Cramps est mort.
Il va pouvoir jammer avec Elvis maintenant …
He shall be missed.
Le grand gagnant de la meilleure pub pour le Superbowl est …
La parodie du spot Pepsi chez Saturday Night Live !
3 spots de plus en plus farfelus avec Richard Dean “Macgyver” Anderson en guest star qui a de recul sur son passé.
Bruce “The Boss” Springsteen – The River
Les illusions perdus du working Class Hero, une des meilleures versions de ce classique qui met toujours des frissons après la 1000eme écoute.
I come from down in the valley where mister when youre young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were greenWed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed rideThen I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did rideI got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks Id lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath shed take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride
