Que voulez-vous, on est minimaliste ou pas...
aaallez, on s'accroche au texte et on chante.
Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues lyrics
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try, 'No Doz'
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch your parkin' meters.
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance,
learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him,
buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
Song lyrics | Subterranean Homesick Blues lyrics
moi je dis, ça devrait faire partie des championnats du monde de karaoké c'te chanson. tsi hi!
de D-niak à RoroMay, pour toutes nos années dont
celles de mariage, nos deux filles, réussies de A à Z, plus 15 jours de
wouhoou... t' rappelles BERLIN-NYC ? baaaawouiiii.
libdich, béïbi
Lou (même pas une) REED (de trop).
"Romeo had his Juliet / and Juliet had Romeo..." (anyone looking for a minth 'round here ?)
ah ouiche, on est dans les 'karaokés", là! mwof!
! MÊM'PA KAAAAP !
Aoh non, les filles ! Vous avez déjà vu des dieux sur Terre ?
en voilà trois pour le prix d'un. David J. Kevin Haskins et Daniel Ash
des abeilles qui coulent un drôle de miel depuis qu'elles ont quitté la ruche du BAHAUS.
sinon ? ben non, rien de neuf...
No New Tale To Tell - LOVE AND ROCKETS
you cannot go against nature because when you do
go against nature
it's part of nature too
our little lives get complicated it's a simple thing
simple as a flower
and that's a complicated thing
no new tale to tell no new tale to tell
no new tale to tell
aaaah
my world is your world people like to hear their names
i'm no exception
please, call my name
call my name!
no new tale to tell
no new tale to tell
no new tale to tell aaaah no new tale to tell
no new tale to tell
no new tale to tell aaaaaaaaah
when you're down it's along way up when you're up it's a long way down
it's all the same thing no new tale to tell
it's all the same thing
no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing
no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing
no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing
no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing no new tale to tell
it's al the same thing no new tale to tell
sons & daughters, un groupe écossais décomplexé du whisky-coca!
une trouvaille due à Lau-mon-chtilo, dont les chroniques sont comme un
chewing-gum à lamenthe : après, tu sens bon du cerveau.
!do-ré-mi / do-ré-mi / do-ré-mi ré-do ré-do! PUNK ROCK CITY long lasting guarantee
Aoh non, siii les filles! on peut le faire. allez, on chante avec Robyn, oki ? Nowah!
ROBYN – konichiwa bitches (Konichiwa Records)
You wanna rumble in my jungle ? i’ll take you on
Stampede yur rumpa and send you home
You wanna rumble in space ? i’ll put my lazer on stun -ting!-
And on the northpole i’ll ice you, son.
Yi wanna thrilla in my nila / you be killa bee stung
Wanna taste the vanilla ? Better watch your tongue
‘cause i’ll hammer your toe like a pediatrician
saw you in half like i’m a magician
tear you down like i’m in demolition
count you out like a mathematician
i’m so very hot that when i rob your mansion
you ain’t callin na cops you call the firestation
‘cause my flavour’s so sweet you be zoom-zoom-zoom
don’t even get me started on my bada-boom-boom
one left / one right / that’s how i organize them
you know i fill my cups no need to supersize them
right now y’re probably thinking how she gets in 'em jeans ?
Well i’mgifted all naturaland bursting
the seems
ahakonichiwa bitchesaha
ahakonichiwa bitches
Don’t i look tasty like a french bon-bon?
Even more sweeter than a cherrybomb? Coming with the postman like i’m a mailbomb (aha)
Coming in yur mouth make y say yum-yum
Hit the gong-gong / bring the sumos on(aha)
(aha) I’m a kick assall the way to Hong-Kong
Make their balls bounce like a game of ping-pong
Konichiwa bitches from Beijing to Saigon.
Got nothing on me ‘cause you know yi’s a bum Dum didi-dum didi-didi dum dum Check the scenario : i’m a-burstn y’ ear-drum
And leave yur heads ringin’ with a ringa ding-dong
Busy on the mic' since the day i was(what?)born Check out my style it’s the Raka(what?)Moan Shine is on me like dog on a(what?)bone Fight the power, put myself on the throne
You know when she is getting heavy like it weighs a ton(aha) I will run you down like a marathon Tape you up good, put you in the trunk C U next Tuesday / you is a punk– tadaaa!
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