Incontestablement "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" des Monthy Python :-)
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
c'est vrai que "one", c'est pas mal ! "with or without you" aussi !
"the rose" de bette midler .
"the rose" de bette midler .
The Willow Song que chante Desdémone dans Othello.
Ou bien Sweet stay a while de John Donne, mise en musique par Dowland :
Sweet, stay a while why will you rise
The light you see comes from your eyes
The day breaks not it is my heart
To think that you and I must part
O stay or else my joys must die
And perish in their infancy.
Dear, let me die in this fair breast
Far sweeter than the Phoenix' nest
Love raise desire by its sweet charms
Within this circle of thine arms
And let thy blissfull kisses chrish
My infant joys that else must perish.
Ou encore Riders on the storm des Doors...
Ou bien Sweet stay a while de John Donne, mise en musique par Dowland :
Sweet, stay a while why will you rise
The light you see comes from your eyes
The day breaks not it is my heart
To think that you and I must part
O stay or else my joys must die
And perish in their infancy.
Dear, let me die in this fair breast
Far sweeter than the Phoenix' nest
Love raise desire by its sweet charms
Within this circle of thine arms
And let thy blissfull kisses chrish
My infant joys that else must perish.
Ou encore Riders on the storm des Doors...
Imagine there's non heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no contries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagnie no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need fot greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no contries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagnie no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need fot greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
A lire comme chanson ou même comme poème:
Emperor - With Strenght I Burn
Deep Green Dark Chaos.
Blinded I run down these paths.
By heart I know them.
They lead to the soaring cliffs.
Stout they stand above the water's edge,
lifeless.
And this is my foundation:
Cold stone.
Formed only by winds and time.
How invulnerable,
lifeless.
Ahh... I have longed to be at one with this
Yet, the waters call my name
For once I wish to see
the entity behind the voice.
The face of this seduction,
the beauty of my pain.
Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence?
What is my crime, what is my deed?
Is this life my redemption?
Shall I repent or proceed?
I hate my flesh.
Its dimension poisoned my soul with doubt.
It made me question
the essence of the "I".
Slaves are those of this world
given freedom to lay chains upon The Master.
Master, master.
The wolf is no longer free.
Release the chains and come for me.
[The Elder:]
"Suddenly, his mournful cries were stunned. Out of the cold mist
came three enthralling ships. Sails torn by many a storm, and the
bows adorned by the most fierce gargoyles he'd ever laid eyes upon.
Yet, the crew they bore... Three times twelve in numbers. They stood
motionless, wrapped in grey, worn gowns. And from behind their
shadowed faces came the seductive chanting. Bidding him on board.
Without hesitation, he accepted. And away they sailed..."
Upon these seas,
wherein I drowned so many times,
I scatter the ashes of destiny.
Still my flames are in hunger.
With fire in my heart
shall I greet the shores ahead.
Though, I know not what will burn.
Desire...
Ahh...
In the distance
I hear the waves wash over solid ground.
And in this moment I am struck blind.
Grant me sight so I can see
that which lies ahead of me.
Cursed be my mortal eyes
for dying in the realm of Death.
Hear my call...
I return to the soaring cliffs.
They truly shine of strength.
Even though, I nothing learned.
With strength I burn...
[Guitar lead.]
Emperor - With Strenght I Burn
Deep Green Dark Chaos.
Blinded I run down these paths.
By heart I know them.
They lead to the soaring cliffs.
Stout they stand above the water's edge,
lifeless.
And this is my foundation:
Cold stone.
Formed only by winds and time.
How invulnerable,
lifeless.
Ahh... I have longed to be at one with this
Yet, the waters call my name
For once I wish to see
the entity behind the voice.
The face of this seduction,
the beauty of my pain.
Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence?
What is my crime, what is my deed?
Is this life my redemption?
Shall I repent or proceed?
I hate my flesh.
Its dimension poisoned my soul with doubt.
It made me question
the essence of the "I".
Slaves are those of this world
given freedom to lay chains upon The Master.
Master, master.
The wolf is no longer free.
Release the chains and come for me.
[The Elder:]
"Suddenly, his mournful cries were stunned. Out of the cold mist
came three enthralling ships. Sails torn by many a storm, and the
bows adorned by the most fierce gargoyles he'd ever laid eyes upon.
Yet, the crew they bore... Three times twelve in numbers. They stood
motionless, wrapped in grey, worn gowns. And from behind their
shadowed faces came the seductive chanting. Bidding him on board.
Without hesitation, he accepted. And away they sailed..."
Upon these seas,
wherein I drowned so many times,
I scatter the ashes of destiny.
Still my flames are in hunger.
With fire in my heart
shall I greet the shores ahead.
Though, I know not what will burn.
Desire...
Ahh...
In the distance
I hear the waves wash over solid ground.
And in this moment I am struck blind.
Grant me sight so I can see
that which lies ahead of me.
Cursed be my mortal eyes
for dying in the realm of Death.
Hear my call...
I return to the soaring cliffs.
They truly shine of strength.
Even though, I nothing learned.
With strength I burn...
[Guitar lead.]
je ne sais pas si vous connaissez, mais moi j'adore Jeff Buckley.
Wash away
et aussi
Halleluja
Dslée, pas les paroles sur moi, mais je peux essayer de tête.
... And I have friends Lord, But, not today
Cause they're gonna wash away (bis)
This old river gonna take them away.
Bon ça c la fin et c tt ce dont je me rapelle. sorry
Wash away
et aussi
Halleluja
Dslée, pas les paroles sur moi, mais je peux essayer de tête.
... And I have friends Lord, But, not today
Cause they're gonna wash away (bis)
This old river gonna take them away.
Bon ça c la fin et c tt ce dont je me rapelle. sorry
Make me Pure de Robbie Williams
So I sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no one else is laughing then why am I
I split my sides both times and laugh till I cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet
I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you?
So I look for love
I like the search
And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe
Every president gets the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all the lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- not yet
So I sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no one else is laughing then why am I
I split my sides both times and laugh till I cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet
I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you?
So I look for love
I like the search
And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe
Every president gets the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet
And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all the lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- not yet
Song: Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
(écouter Nancy Sinatra la chanter parce que la version originale de Cher est vraiment nulle)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
(écouter Nancy Sinatra la chanter parce que la version originale de Cher est vraiment nulle)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Une chanson magnifique qui traite de la peine de mort...très émouvante : Bohemian Rhapsody (la première partie, la suite étant un pur délire :-D)
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy,I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come,easy go,
A little high little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger now he's dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me
Galileo Galileo,
Galileo Galileo
Galileo figaro-Magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go
Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby-Can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
Et ben snif...c'est vraiment joli...
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy,I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come,easy go,
A little high little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger now he's dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me
Galileo Galileo,
Galileo Galileo
Galileo figaro-Magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go
Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby-Can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
Et ben snif...c'est vraiment joli...
Une de mes chansons préféres est Dante's Inferno du groupe Iced earth.
Through the fiery caverns we sail
Virgil at my side my guide and master
Questing through the nine plains of hell
Infernal wisdom shall fill my soul
Slowly now the days departing
The darkened air releases me
Frightening visions of my journey
Entrance me to limbo I'm not
Free
Abandon all hope who enter here
Enter the gates, Charon awaits
Abandon all hope who enter here
For this is where all things are left behind
Every doubt and every cowardice must die
Souls of rage and anger whipping in despair
The souls that wail on this plain pray for death
Denial is the reason for their suffering
Forever being stung by wasps and demons breath
The blood and tears that fall serve the maggots need
Descention, thrusting to the second plain
Minos judges as his tail twines
Lustful thoughts and greed whip these wretched souls
A hurricane of hate mocks their helpless pleas
Drifting now down deeper, into eternal flames
Awake at the third circle, the cold and filthy rain
Punished for their gluttony, languid for all time
The earth it stinks of corpses, damned for all time
The vicious beast Cerebus, three heads, blooded eyes
Tears his talons through the air, all the skinners cry
Down, be still thy cursed wolf
The master scorns its name
Dive to the next plain
The sullen and the vain
Suffer for greed
The prodigal they bleed
For all eternity
Plutus holds the key
Damned, the wrathful and the vain
Suffer the fifth plain
Cross the river Styx
Heed your crucifix
The mudded corpses cry
Howling to the sky
Reach the other side
Open wide the gate
Enter the sixth circle of barren land and flames
Passing through the gate of dis the furies scream her name
Belching forth in agony invoking her to rise
The spirit's rage consuming us the evil in their cries
Queen of vipers, queen of serpents
Cast their souls to stone
Spread to wealth of Gorgon's power
Medusa¹s inner soul
We¹re drawing ever closer to the seventh hell
They violate their neighbors, their god and themselves
We're sailing slowly through the boiling river of blood
Immersed in the depths below souls scream in agony
The twisted beast he laughs, he draws his arrow back
His sights on anyone exposing of their flesh
He impales their hearts with ease
And shrugs their piercing screams
Pity is they'll never die
They'll suffer here eternally
Imagine a place where every horror comes to life
Where every torture is real and time stands still
Eight fiery steps and we're closer to the end
In a cold and timeless grave buried head first in shit
Praying all the while for a quick & painless death
Scratching furiously at scabbed and oozing wounds
Lucifer ... angel of light
Cast below god of ice
Ruling hell unholy trinity
The traitors freeze for all eternity
Lucifer ... betrayer of god
Tormentor ruthless and cold
Judas' screaming here in agony
The traitors freeze for all eternity
Through the fiery caverns we sail
Virgil at my side my guide and master
Questing through the nine plains of hell
Infernal wisdom shall fill my soul
Slowly now the days departing
The darkened air releases me
Frightening visions of my journey
Entrance me to limbo I'm not
Free
Abandon all hope who enter here
Enter the gates, Charon awaits
Abandon all hope who enter here
For this is where all things are left behind
Every doubt and every cowardice must die
Souls of rage and anger whipping in despair
The souls that wail on this plain pray for death
Denial is the reason for their suffering
Forever being stung by wasps and demons breath
The blood and tears that fall serve the maggots need
Descention, thrusting to the second plain
Minos judges as his tail twines
Lustful thoughts and greed whip these wretched souls
A hurricane of hate mocks their helpless pleas
Drifting now down deeper, into eternal flames
Awake at the third circle, the cold and filthy rain
Punished for their gluttony, languid for all time
The earth it stinks of corpses, damned for all time
The vicious beast Cerebus, three heads, blooded eyes
Tears his talons through the air, all the skinners cry
Down, be still thy cursed wolf
The master scorns its name
Dive to the next plain
The sullen and the vain
Suffer for greed
The prodigal they bleed
For all eternity
Plutus holds the key
Damned, the wrathful and the vain
Suffer the fifth plain
Cross the river Styx
Heed your crucifix
The mudded corpses cry
Howling to the sky
Reach the other side
Open wide the gate
Enter the sixth circle of barren land and flames
Passing through the gate of dis the furies scream her name
Belching forth in agony invoking her to rise
The spirit's rage consuming us the evil in their cries
Queen of vipers, queen of serpents
Cast their souls to stone
Spread to wealth of Gorgon's power
Medusa¹s inner soul
We¹re drawing ever closer to the seventh hell
They violate their neighbors, their god and themselves
We're sailing slowly through the boiling river of blood
Immersed in the depths below souls scream in agony
The twisted beast he laughs, he draws his arrow back
His sights on anyone exposing of their flesh
He impales their hearts with ease
And shrugs their piercing screams
Pity is they'll never die
They'll suffer here eternally
Imagine a place where every horror comes to life
Where every torture is real and time stands still
Eight fiery steps and we're closer to the end
In a cold and timeless grave buried head first in shit
Praying all the while for a quick & painless death
Scratching furiously at scabbed and oozing wounds
Lucifer ... angel of light
Cast below god of ice
Ruling hell unholy trinity
The traitors freeze for all eternity
Lucifer ... betrayer of god
Tormentor ruthless and cold
Judas' screaming here in agony
The traitors freeze for all eternity
Mieke Maaike a mentionné Monty Python, ma chanson préférée d'eux est Every Sperm Is Sacred qu'on retrouve dans The Meaning of Life:
DAD:
There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
A Catholic the moment Dad came,
Because
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
GIRL:
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each sperm that can't be found.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
MUM:
Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.
MEN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
WOMEN:
If a sperm is wasted,...
CHILDREN:
...God get quite irate.
PRIEST:
Every sperm is sacred.
BRIDE and GROOM:
Every sperm is good.
NANNIES:
Every sperm is needed...
CARDINALS:
...In your neighbourhood!
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.
FUNERAL CORTEGE:
God needs everybody's.
MOURNER #1:
Mine!
MOURNER #2:
And mine!
CORPSE:
And mine!
NUN:
Let the Pagan spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
HOLY STATUES:
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.
EVERYONE:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!
DAD:
There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
A Catholic the moment Dad came,
Because
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
GIRL:
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each sperm that can't be found.
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
MUM:
Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.
MEN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
WOMEN:
If a sperm is wasted,...
CHILDREN:
...God get quite irate.
PRIEST:
Every sperm is sacred.
BRIDE and GROOM:
Every sperm is good.
NANNIES:
Every sperm is needed...
CARDINALS:
...In your neighbourhood!
CHILDREN:
Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.
FUNERAL CORTEGE:
God needs everybody's.
MOURNER #1:
Mine!
MOURNER #2:
And mine!
CORPSE:
And mine!
NUN:
Let the Pagan spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
HOLY STATUES:
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.
EVERYONE:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!
Cette discussion me fait rappeller quand j'étais ado, j'écoutais et je chantais à voix haute de la musique anglophone dans l'autobus sans connaître le sens des paroles...
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
...vive le bilinguisme!
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
...vive le bilinguisme!
Cette discussion me fait rappeller quand j'étais ado, j'écoutais et je chantais à voix haute de la musique anglophone dans l'autobus sans connaître le sens des paroles...
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
...vive le bilinguisme!
Rassure-toi tu n'étais pas la seule ... ;o)
Cette discussion me fait rappeller quand j'étais ado, j'écoutais et je chantais à voix haute de la musique anglophone dans l'autobus sans connaître le sens des paroles...
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
...vive le bilinguisme!
Ouais je comprend ça! Merci cher ministère de l'éducation... pas de cours d'anglais avant 4e année et on s'entend que les cours donnés valent vraiment pas de la m...
Hi Miss X How are you? I'm fine. Thank you And you? I'm fine. John and Mary go to the park with their red ball. Which color is the ball? etc. etc.
Si je n'avais pas fait l'anglais intensif en 6e année (bilinguistique) je serais encore un analphabète de cette langue, car on s,entend que les cours d'anglais du secondaire sont mauvais également. Même au cégep en prenant la classe forte c'était pas terrible. C'est très hypocrite du gouvernment du Québec de faire comme si le fait anglais en Amérique du Nord n'existait pas... Le parfait exemple est que j'ai plus de lectures en anglais à faire dans mes cours de bacc en psycho que de français. Souvent les traductions n'existent pas et si tu veux percer dans le milieu de la publication scientifique (le fameux publish or perish) c'est exclusivement dans la langue de Shakespeare!
Mais ça m'étonne un peu que vivant à Montréal, tu n'ai pas assimilé naturellement un peu plus d'anglais que ça durant ton enfance... C'est le lieu parfait pour pratiquer! (venant de l'Abitibi on ne peut pas autant discourir en anglais... sauf avec les touristes américains et les amérindiens!).
Perso walking in the air de nightwish
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
I´m holding very tight
I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you
Far across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes
We’re surfing in the air
We’re swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy mountains floating by
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly
We’re walking in the air
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
I´m holding very tight
I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you
Far across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes
We’re surfing in the air
We’re swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy mountains floating by
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly
We’re walking in the air
We’re walking in the air
Mais ça m'étonne un peu que vivant à Montréal, tu n'ai pas assimilé naturellement un peu plus d'anglais que ça durant ton enfance... C'est le lieu parfait pour pratiquer! (venant de l'Abitibi on ne peut pas autant discourir en anglais... sauf avec les touristes américains et les amérindiens!).
Non et j'ai même de la famille anglophone aux États-Unis et dans le reste du Canada. Quand j'étais petite, on allait souvent à Toronto pour les fêtes de Noël et toute la famille parlait français. Pour ce qui est de l’école primaire et secondaire, ce n’était pas fameux. Pas si pire je suppose, la base, mais rien de concret qu’on peut se servir tous les jours ou pour comprendre un film ou un livre. Peu de vocabulaire, beaucoup de grammaire.
Je me rappellerais toujours d’une histoire qui sait passer à moi et mon amie, on devait avoir 12 ans, on marchait dans la rue, relaxe et deux garçons noirs nous croisent et l’un nous dit « What’s up ? ». J’étais sûre qu’il me demandait l’heure et j’essayais de me rappeler mentalement les nombres en anglais, mais mon amie croyait qu’il voulait nous vendre de la drogue et a dit « Non merci. ». Ils étaient tous les deux morts de rire et on poursuivit leur chemin. Aujourd’hui on en rit aussi, Seigneur... Moment humiliant numéro 1938849...
Non, c’est plus avec Internet que j’ai maîtrisé l’anglais, en écrivant sur les forums (je ne suis pas parfaitement bilingue, mais je me débrouille) et mon amie avec les jeux vidéos non traduits en français.
J'écoute à l'instant Leonard Cohen, un de vos compatriote non ? (de Montreal ?). C'est quand même ce qu'on a fait de mieux dans le genre. J'écoute "Tower Song" là, c'est typiquement une chanson de fin de soirée pour moi, après quelques bières ! Alors au vol, il raconte "I was born like this, I had no choice, I was born with the gift of a golden voice..".. si seulement c'était vrai
Ah oui sinon bullet with butterflywings des Smasing Pumpkins:
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
and what do i get, for my pain
betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
now i'm naked, nothing but an animal
but can you fake it, for just one more show
and what do you want, i want to change
and what have you got
when you feel the same
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
tell me i'm the only one
tell me there's no other one
jesus was an only son
tell me i'm the chosen one
jesus was an only son for you
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
and i still believe that i cannot be saved
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
and what do i get, for my pain
betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
now i'm naked, nothing but an animal
but can you fake it, for just one more show
and what do you want, i want to change
and what have you got
when you feel the same
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
tell me i'm the only one
tell me there's no other one
jesus was an only son
tell me i'm the chosen one
jesus was an only son for you
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
and i still believe that i cannot be saved
Mais ça m'étonne un peu que vivant à Montréal, tu n'ai pas assimilé naturellement un peu plus d'anglais que ça durant ton enfance... C'est le lieu parfait pour pratiquer! (venant de l'Abitibi on ne peut pas autant discourir en anglais... sauf avec les touristes américains et les amérindiens!).
Non et j'ai même de la famille anglophone aux États-Unis et dans le reste du Canada. Quand j'étais petite, on allait souvent à Toronto pour les fêtes de Noël et toute la famille parlait français. Pour ce qui est de l’école primaire et secondaire, ce n’était pas fameux. Pas si pire je suppose, la base, mais rien de concret qu’on peut se servir tous les jours ou pour comprendre un film ou un livre. Peu de vocabulaire, beaucoup de grammaire.
Je me rappellerais toujours d’une histoire qui sait passer à moi et mon amie, on devait avoir 12 ans, on marchait dans la rue, relaxe et deux garçons noirs nous croisent et l’un nous dit « What’s up ? ». J’étais sûre qu’il me demandait l’heure et j’essayais de me rappeler mentalement les nombres en anglais, mais mon amie croyait qu’il voulait nous vendre de la drogue et a dit « Non merci. ». Ils étaient tous les deux morts de rire et on poursuivit leur chemin. Aujourd’hui on en rit aussi, Seigneur... Moment humiliant numéro 1938849...
Non, c’est plus avec Internet que j’ai maîtrisé l’anglais, en écrivant sur les forums (je ne suis pas parfaitement bilingue, mais je me débrouille) et mon amie avec les jeux vidéos non traduits en français.
Je compatis pour ton moment humiliant numéro 1938849 bien qu'il ne me soit jamais arrivé quelque chose de semblable ça aurait facilement pu arriver. Très très drôle en passant! Console-toi en te disant qu'il y a plein de gens qui ont fait pire... par exemple une fille qui à la fin de son secondaire n'avait toujours pas saisi oralement l'expression "shut up". À son oreille québécoise, elle entendait et disait chaloupe!
Ah, les fameux jeux vidéos! Moi aussi, et tout comme Internet, ça m'a aidé beaucoup... Pauvres jeunes aujourd'hui qui sont et seront pris avec des jeux traduits sortant plus tard que dans le reste de l'Amérique du Nord ou ne sortant pas du tout! Et pendant ce temps on a une prétendante au poste de Première ministre qui ne sait pas baragouiner un anglais acceptable!
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