Nothing personnal …

28 octobre 2009 à 23:23 · Classé sous Meta ·Taggé Rumble Fish, The Motorcycle Boy Reigns
Nothing personnal …

19 octobre 2009 à 21:21 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Helter Skelter, http://tinyurl.com/53972b, Punk Manson, The Beatles, White Album
Naissance du Punk ?

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don’t you want me to love you
I’m coming down fast but I’m miles above you
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you may be a lover but you ain’t no dancerGo helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
I will you won’t you want me to make you
I’m coming down fast but don’t let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancerLook out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
Look out cause here she comesWhen I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeahWell will you won’t you want me to make you
I’m coming down fast but don’t let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancerLook out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu,Helter Skelter
She’s coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is
coming down fast
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17 août 2009 à 23:23 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Chicken Wire, http://bit.ly/lwxcU, Please Come Back Soon, sadest song ever, The Pernice Brothers
With a drink in her hand
She will stop her car and then
Seal herself for good in the garage
She’s never leavingThere were times to be sure
It was so pure you might choke
But it’s too late in the garage
The falling ceilingAnd all the walls will fade to black
Could she be thinking of another nowTake my hand, pull me through
There’s so much i left undone
But it’s too late now in the garageAnd all the walls will fade to black
Could she be thinking of anotherThey found her car still running
In the garage
She’d come so far to end her life
By the rusty mower and chicken wire
By the chicken wire and studded tire
By the rusty mower and chicken wire

17 août 2009 à 2:02 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Fish, Fugazi, http://tinyurl.com/53972b, Marillion, Progessive Rock, Progressive
Souvenir de la plus belle année de ma vie, Marillion en bande son.
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real
Tears from the realDrowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neckFrom the time-life-guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch
Drowning in the realThe thief of baghdad hides in islingtown now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazines thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throatA son of a swastika of 45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is brixton chess
A knight for embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatmans coin
Hell fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of good fridays last supperSon watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door belsens
Pandoras box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes
For the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane
D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugaziWhere are the prophets
Where are the visionaries
Where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

16 août 2009 à 0:00 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Blood, http://tinyurl.com/53972b, I Come & Stand at Every Door, The Byrds, This Mortal Coil
I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent dread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead
I’m only seven although I’ve died
In hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow, and laugh and play

11 août 2009 à 8:08 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Fucking perfection, http://tinyurl.com/53972b, My Bloody Valentine, Noisy, Sometimes
Close my eyes
Feel me now
I don’t know maybe you could not love me now
You will know, with her feet down to the ground
Over there, and I want true love to grow
You can’t hide, oh no, from the way I feelTurn my head
Into sound
I don’t know when I lay down on the ground
You will find the (way it) hurts to love
Never cared, and the world turned hearts to love
We will see, oh now, in a day or two
You will wait
See me go
I don’t care, where your head turned (I don’t know)
You will wait, when I turn my eyes around
Overhead when I hold you next to me
Overhead, to know the way I seeClose my eyes
Feel me now
I don’t know, maybe you could not hurt me now
Here alone, when I feel down too
Over there, when I await true love for you
You can hide, oh now, the way I do
You can see, oh now, oh the way I do

This is fucking perfection, I can die now.
7 août 2009 à 0:00 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Blues, Elliott Smith, http://tinyurl.com/53972b, Needle In The Hay, The Royal Tenenbaums
Séquence de The Royal Tenenbaums
Your hand on his arm
The hay stack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend trying to cash some check
Hes acting dumb
Thats what youve come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Hes wearing yr clothes
Head down to toes a reaction to you
You say you know what he did
But you idiot kid
You dont have a clue
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye
Youre pulling him through
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat
Falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks plus one in my break
Down downstairs to the man
Hes gonna make it all ok
I cant beat myself
I cant beat myself
And I dont want to talk
Im taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that Im getting good marks
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Unplugged
26 juillet 2009 à 2:02 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé Ashes To Ashes, David Bowie, http://tinyurl.com/53972b
Youd better not mess with major tom
Do you remember a guy thats been
In such an early song
Ive heard a rumour from ground control
Oh no, dont say its trueThey got a message from the action man
Im happy, hope youre happy too
Ive loved all Ive needed love
Sordid details followingThe shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of jap girls in synthesis and i
Aint got no money and I aint got no hair
But Im hoping to kick but the planet its glowingAshes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major toms a junkie
Strung out in heavens high
Hitting an all-time lowTime and again I tell myself
Ill stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
Im stuck with a valuable friend
Im happy, hope youre happy too
One flash of light but no smoking pistolI never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right nowAshes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major toms a junkie
Strung out in heavens high
Hitting an all-time lowMy mother said to get things done
Youd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
Youd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
Youd better not mess with major tom
My mother said to get things done
Youd better not mess with major tom

22 juillet 2009 à 23:23 · Classé sous Meta, Musique ·Taggé C'est l'été bordel !, Liar, Rock, Rollins Band
You want to know why ?
You think youre going to live your life alone
In darkness and seclusion… yeah, I know
Youve been out there and tried to mix with those animals
And it just left you full of humiliated confusion
So you stagger back home and wait for nothing
But the solitary refinement of your room spits you back onto the streets
And now youre desperate and in need of human contact
And then you meet me and yur whole world changes
Because everything I say is everything youve ever wanted to hear
So you drop all you defenses, Im perfect in every way
cause I make you feel so strong and so powerfull inside
You feel so lucky
But your ego obscures reality that you never bothered to
Wonder why things are going so well
You want to know why?cause Im a liar, yeah, Im a liar
Ill tear (rip) your mind up, Ill burn your soul
Ill turn you into me, Ill turn you into me
cause Im a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar…Ill hide behind a smile and understanding eyes
And Ill tell you things that you already know so you can say:
I really identify with you, so much
And all the time that youre needing me is just the time
That Im bleeding you, dont you get it yet?
Ill come to you like an affliction then Ill leave you like an addiction
Youll never forget me… wou wanna know why?I dont know why I feel the need to lie and cause you so much pain
Maybe its something inside, maybe its something I cant explain
cause all I do is mess you up and lie to you
Im a liar, ooh, Im a liar
But if youll give me another chance I swear Ill never lie to you again
cause now I see the destructive power of a lie,
Theyre stronger than truth
I cat believe I ever hurt you, I swear I will never lie to you again
Please, just give me more chance, Ill never lie to you again, no,
I swear, I will never tell a lie, I will neer tell a lie, no, no
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! sucker! sucker! sucker!I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar, yeah, I am a liar
I lie you, I feel good, I am a liar, yeah
I lie x4 ooh, I lie, yeah, I lie
Im a liar, I lie, I like it, I feel good, I like it, and again
I like it again and Ill keep lying, Ill promise
