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[FreeIndian]

Tu parles, parles, c'est facile, même sans y penser
Les mots, les mots sont immobiles, triés, rangés, classés
Laisse aller, laisse-les jouer
Se cogner, te séduire
"Sensualiser", te bouger
Quand ça veut plus rien dire
Swinguer les mots, les mots, sans ça
On va les rétrécir
Swinguer les mots, ne surtout pas
Toujours les réfléchir

Les mots, l'émo, l'émotion vient
Les mots font l'émotion
Coûte que coûte, écoute-les bien
Rythmer nos déraisons

(JJG)
Les sons, les sons, laissons-les rire
Faut pas les écouter
Juste pour éviter le pire
On va les déchaîner

A quoi tu sers ? Pourquoi t'es là ?
Qu'est-ce que t'espères ? A quoi tu crois ?

Y'en a qui meurent, qui prient pour un morceau de terre
Y'en a qui risquent leur vie pour passer la frontière
Y'en a qui bronzent et d'autres s'font la peau plus claire
Certains s'effraient au fond quand d'autres font des affaires

Mais y a toujours la lune qui s'méfie du soleil
Et quand tout ça changera, c'est pas demain la veille
Certains smatchent ou labourent, d'autres soignent ou bien peignent
C'est à toi, c'est ton tour, qu'est-ce que t'as dans les veines ?

A quoi tu sers ? Pourquoi t'es fait ?
Terminus
Terre, un seul ticket

Y'en a qui grimpent en l'air pour un peu plus d'silence
Y'en a qui vivent sous terre où ça hurle, où ça danse
Y'en a qui pointent des comptes quand d'autres comptent les points
Y'en a qui lèvent des croix pour ceux qui n'y croient pas

Y'en a qui pincent des cordes, y'en a qui frappent des peaux
Certains "import exportent" ou bien se jouent des mots
Y'en a qui s'font des billes quand d'autres tombent les filles
Certains ne donnent qu'aux hommes, mais d'autres n'aiment personne

Mais y a toujours la lune qui s'méfie du soleil
Et quand tout ça changera, c'est pas demain la veille
Y'en a qui courent une vie pour gagner deux dixièmes
A présent, c'est ton tour, qu'est-ce que tu nous amènes ?

A quoi tu sers ? Pourquoi t'es fait ?
T'as la lumière, et puis après ?

[Shogun]

(JJG)

tu et sur que sa a ca place dans Musique ca, bodhi ???

[FreeIndian]

Salut Shogun

oui pour moi JJG ,jean jacques goldman ,fait partie de "la musique" ,meme si je l'ai mal placé dans le texte... lol
Mais biensur c'est chacun ses gouts ,on aime ou on aime pas ,

les gouts et les couleurs

[roms]

c'est sur, t'as le droit d'aimer...

[Shogun]

[center]Muse Lyrics

Apocalypse Please Lyrics



declare this an emergency
come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through
and pull us through

and this is the end
this is the end
of the world

and it's time we saw a miracle
come on, it's time for something biblical
to pull us through
and pull us through

and this is the end
this is the end
of the world

proclaim enternal victory
come on and change the cause of history
and pull us through
and pull us through

and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
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Je suis alergique a ce @$£µ*%@@ de JjG

[FreeIndian]

la plupart des etres agissent dans le monde entre désir ou rejet ,attraction ou aversion ,ca je veux ,ca je veux pas ,ca "j'aime" ,ca je déteste ,c'est pourquoi la seule voie stable ,éternelle et juste qui Est ,est au delà des extremes de "prendre ou rejetter" ,c'est la voie de la Paix ,de la compassion universelle ,et de l'Amour infini



There's no deals to be made with the dawn
Now I fear that our time has come and gone

They say freedom is just a place to hide
Now I'm coming to you with my arms open wide
(Oh — won't you tell me)
Where could I go to the Lord

Take a prayer with you to heaven for me
Oh — And give it to the Lord
Give it to the Lord
Cause nothing else could save a sinner
Sinner like me
Oh — But an angel's word
Just an angel's word

Now — Oh now — what is — what is too true
What is hard is much too true
Oh — and what's true Oh — is much too too hard
And now where — where could I go but to the Lord

Mama was hard on us but we could take it
And papa didn't give a damn and he couldn't fake it

They say freedom
Oh — Freedom is just an other place to hide
Now I'm coming to you with my arms open wide
(And tell me)
Where could I go — Oh — but to the Lord

(Ben Harper)

[FreeIndian]

Mais comme toi ,
j'aime bien aussi Muse
(certaines pas toutes )

PLUG-IN BABY

I've exposed your lies, baby
The underneath's no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love

And my plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
Wooah

And my plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
I'm tired of living
Ooh

Don't confuse
Baby you're gonna lose
Your own game
Change me
And replace the envying
To forget your love

And my plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
Wooah

My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
I'm tired of living
Ooh

And I've seen your loving
And mine is gone
And I've been in trouble
Ooh yeah

[roms]

Ben Harper -"Walk Away"

Oh no
Here comes that sun again
That means another day
Without you my friend

And it hurts me
To look into the mirror at myself
And it hurts even more
To have to be with somebody else
And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away

With so many people
To love in my life
Why do I worry
About one

But you put the happy
In my ness
You put the good times
Into my fun
And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door

We've tried the goodbye
So many days
We walk in the same direction
So that we could never stray
They say if you love somebody
Than you have got to set them free
But I would rather be locked to you
Than live in this pain and misery

They say time will
Make all this go away
But it's time that has taken my tomorrows
And turned them into yesterdays
And once again that rising sun
Is droppin' on down
And once again you my friend
Are nowhere to be found
And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say
But sometimes
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door
You just walk away
Walk away


Bodhi tu m'a donné envie de lire un peu de B.Harper...

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[FreeIndian]

Salut Roms ,
Ben harper (mais c'est un avis personnel) est très bien à lire
et à écouter aussi

Je le "suis" depuis ses débuts en 1996 environ et depuis son album "Welcome to the cruel world" que tu cites

Paroles et musiques souvent très justes...

[Shogun]

la plupart des etres agissent dans le monde entre désir ou rejet ,attraction ou aversion ,ca je veux ,ca je veux pas ,ca "j'aime" ,ca je déteste ,c'est pourquoi la seule voie stable ,éternelle et juste qui Est ,est au delà des extremes de "prendre ou rejetter" ,c'est la voie de la Paix ,de la compassion universelle ,et de l'Amour infini

l'anti humanitée quoi !

2PAC - Hit 'Em Up Lyrics
[Tupac]

So I f**ked your bi**h
You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
ni**as we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, f**k your bi**h
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I f**ked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
ni**as f**k for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark a*s bi**hes
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young a*s up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't f**k with real a*s G's
Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets
So f**k peace
I'll let them ni**as know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
f**k with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
ni**a, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-f**kas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes
{ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang
Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block
I'm running through ni**a
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah ni**a
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
ni**a, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you ni**as getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
ni**as think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-f**ka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you ni**as living bummy
While you f**king with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bi**h to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-f**ka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N W New Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the f**k?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake a*s east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a B-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing s**t but a faker
So fill the Alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-f**kin' joke
Thug Life, ni**as better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
ni**a, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the f**k they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna f**k with us
You Little young a*s mutha-f**kas
Don't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or something
You f**king with me, ni**a ?
You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the f**k up
Before you get smacked the f**k up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you ni**as from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
f**k you and your mother f**king mama.
We gonna kill all you mother f**kers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin
opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
f**k Mobb Deep,
f**k Biggie,
f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin
crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then f**k you too.
Chino XL, f**k you too.
All you mother f**kers,
f**k you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother f**kers,
f**k you, die slow mother f**ker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother f**kers can't be us or see us.
We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, ni**a
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother f**kers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, ni**a, we the mother f**kin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real ni**as, all you mother f**kers feel us.
Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple
You ni**as laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother
f**kin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You ni**as can't feel it
We the realist
f**k 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

[FreeIndian]

lol