Archive for mars, 2009

Carter USM – Rubbish

This is the sound of an electric guitar …

FROM THE BLACK BAG SKIP IN THE PARKING LOT
IT’S A SHORT BAD TRIP TO THE CANDY SHOP
WHERE THE SHRIMPS SELL SMACK TO THE JELLY SNAKES
AND THE KIDS BUY CRACK IN THEIR MORNING BREAK

AND THE GRASS GROWS BLUER ON THE OTHER SIDE
WHERE THE OLD GIRLS QUEUE FOR THEIR MOTHER’S PRIDE
FOR A SLICE OF LIFE IT’S A BARGAIN SALE
THE PRICE IS RIGHT BUT THE BREAD IS STALE

FROM THE HIGH RISE PRIEST OF THE OFFICE BLOCKS
TO A FIVE YEAR LEASE ON A CARDBOARD BOX
FROM THE OLD QUEENS HEAD TO THE BURGER KING
IN MY ’57 CHEVVY MADE FROM BAKED BEAN TINS

CHORUS
AND WHEN I DRIVE THAT HEAP DOWN THE ROAD
YOU CAN HEAR THAT CHEAP CAR STEREO
VOLUME KNOB TURNED DOWN LOW
AND RUBBISH ON THE RADIO

FROM JOHN O’GROATS TO ELMER’S END
WITH BUSTED LIGHTS AND DODGY PLATES
SCRAWLED WITH A BALL POINT PEN
R U B B I S H
I’M UNDER AGE AND UNINSURED
ON THE HIGHROAD TO DOMESTOS
CHLORA FLORA CARBON LORD
ASBESTOS LEAD ASBESTOS

CHORUS

FROM JOHN O’GROATS TO ELMER’S END
WITH BUSTED LIGHTS AND DODGY PLATES
SCRAWLED WITH A BALL POINT PEN
R U B B I S H
I’M UNDER AGE AND UNINSURED
ON THE HIGHROAD TO DOMESTOS
CHLORA FLORA CARBON LORD
ASBESTOS LEAD ASBESTOS

I’LL MEET YOU DOWN BY THE LITTER BINS
STRETCH MY PINS AND FEED MY FACE
WAIT THERE ‘TIL MY SHIP COMES IN
LOADED DOWN WITH TOXIC WASTE
I’M GOING NOW TO MEET MY MAKER
IGNITION CLUTCH ACCELERATOR
MIRROR, SIGNAL AND MANOEUVRE
GLORY, GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH

CHORUS

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House MD S5 E18 : Here Kitty

House S5E18

Un chat prédit la mort des patient d’un hopital en dormant près d’eux … ou pas ?

– Why are you still alive ?

– Note sure …

– I guess he was impressed you stood up to him … And got a cat to pee on his chair.

– Yeah, a cat …

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House MD S5 E17 : The Social Contract

House s05e017

Un épisode sur un patient ne pouvant s’empêcher de dire ce qu’il pense …

It is kinda fun seeing you torture yourself …

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Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog – Victory

Here lies everything
The world I wanted at my feet
My victory’s complete
So hail to the king
(Everything you ever…)
Arise and sing

So your world’s benign
So you think justice has a voice
And we all have a choice
Well now your world is mine
(Everything you ever…)
And I am fine

Now the nightmare’s real
Now Dr. Horrible is here
To make you quake with fear
To make the whole world kneel
(Everything you ever…)
And I won’t feel
A thing.

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Noir Désir – Lolita nie en Bloc

Un ange passe …

Lolita nie en bloc elle navigue au loin
Sous les cils à cent lieues de se douter que
Les silences et la jalousie la guettent
Elle oublie la liste et l’allonge
Encore elle veut s’isoler
Et alors elle s’absorbe dans la contemplation
De ses pieds

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

Et puis son doigt décrit dans l’air
Des étoiles ou bien des éclairs
Elle ignore si superbement
Les sentiments les aléas de l’amour
Elle s’avance vers la fenêtre
Abandonnée lascive et elle
Couvre le ciel de mille signes étranges et inconnus de tous

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

Désolé Lola je n’ai pas su déchiffrer le sens secret
De tes gestes lents aérés,
Simulacres ou magie futile
A moins que le vide et l’ennui
Ne s’emparent de toi Lolita
et si cette bulle pleine de rien
Voulait se crever enfin

Un ange passe
Un ange passe

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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 punissent

Rêve 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 loin

Madame 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 plusieurs

Rêve 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

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Marillion – Bitter Suite

1985 (ouch …)

A) brief encounter

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some obscure scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase

B) lost weekend

A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager
To wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteen, shell be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, a whore

C) blue angel

The sky was Bible black in lyon, when I met the magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
jentend ton coeur, jentend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart

D) misplaced rendezvous

Its getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Somethings gonna give under this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show
Its too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh, so wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, its looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you

E) windswept thumb

On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
Ill always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb, and the sign of the rain
Rain on me, rain

Its started raining

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