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Juste pour dire que mon blog est en grève mais que je le continurai plus tar ou jamais...

101 article STOP....l'année est finie, mes gou change, mes amis disparaisse com par magie.....donc nouvo friends nouvo bahu nouvo gout = nouvo blog :p


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# Posté le jeudi 22 septembre 2005 15:05

Modifié le dimanche 09 octobre 2005 08:04

L'obscenité et la fureur : la véritable histoire des sex pistols

L'obscenité et la fureur : la véritable histoire des sex pistols
Johnny Rotten, chanteur des Sex Pistols, groupe étendard du mouvement punk, l'affirme sans tortiller : Malcolm McLaren, manager présumé mais aucunement responsable de l'avènement de ce quatuor à scandale, est responsable de la débâcle annoncée et du décès de Sid Vicious, son bassiste emblématique.

Ceci asséné, L'Obscénité et la fureur apparaît comme un captivant reportage sur la carrière météorique d'un groupe dont la seule velléité revendiquée était d'affirmer sa différence à tout prix. Intime des musiciens survivants et vidéaste aujourd'hui confirmé, Julian Temple, sans pression de McLaren, est seul maître à bord de ce biopic sidérant que Rotten lui-même considère, avec le recul, comme le plus sordide des voyages. Ici mieux qu'ailleurs, toute la vérité est faite sur un mouvement né pour mourir vite dans les souffrances que l'on sait.

Récupéré par une armée de suiveurs, le punk restera comme un courant majeur en ce sens qu'il fit table rase et atomisa le paysage musical de la fin des années 70. Documents d'époque et témoignages récents constituent l'essentiel de cette œuvre montée à la machette par un Temple habité par son sujet (il est l'un des témoins privilégiés de ces quelques mois de tourmente) qui risque de choquer, d'émouvoir ou d'anéantir ceux qui croient que rap et le death metal sont des courants musicaux violents.

# Posté le jeudi 21 juillet 2005 07:44

Let me go --- Rancid

Let me go --- Rancid
Ok check this out
It aint impossible, it aint easy
Opportunity shifting here
So far the strategy aint working the facts are in it's so very clear
I do what I want I can't predict the future
And those who can I know that they are lying
I know the truth can be hard to swallow
A soap opera world leaders are crying

Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time

You can burn a book if you don't like the answers
Or join forces with an AXL grind
USA protecting your cancers
A list if hatred is easy to find
Well there's a growing sentiment in America
If you listen closely you can hear them all
Right is right wrong is wrong and evil
Consider it bad behavior

Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time

Bad generation polarize view
No one leaves home to go and help you
Watch CNN and then you know
US bombs come down, what you gonna do
Boom boom boom look around
There's no more roof no more house, no street, no town, shot down
Burnt black and brown
electrical meltdown
You'll hear the sound of the U.S. bomb all around
Ah it's a shake down
It's a break down
Atomic shutdown
And then you know!!!!!!

Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time

Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time
One last time....
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# Posté le jeudi 14 juillet 2005 12:49

Mono --- Courtney Love

Mono --- Courtney Love
Hey yeah we had everything
Vinyl in mono
And we looked the other way man
We were so dumb
Is this the part in the book that you wrote
Where I gotta come and save the day
Did you miss me
Did you miss me

Well they say that rock is dead
And they're probably right
99 girls in the pit
Did it have to come to this

Oh god you owe me one more song
So i can prove to you that
I'm so much better than him
Oh god just gonna listen fast
Here comes the crash
We're gonna rise above
We're gotta smash it up
You won't abandon us again

Give us brilliant boys that we wanna fuck man
Full of ecstasy, hard drugs and bad luck
Yeah yeah yeah
Turn the lights back on
You burn so hard
But you won't burn long

Three chords in your pocket tonight
Are you, you the one
With the spark to bring my punk rock back
And i dont think so

Oh god i wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say that you're sorry again
Oh god you owe me one more song
So I could prove to you
That I'm so much better than them
Oh god I'd give you anything
To hear you say that I was right
And you were wrong
Oh god before i leave this life
Now enable us to love
A hook is never gonna come
Just give it back to me
Blow out all of the lights tonight

Two million miles down the PCH
(and now he's gone)
I slashed his tires, i bled his brakes
(it had to be done)
Their hand job lives were just too cruel
You merciless villlan
We drowned them all in their swimming pools
Run away run away run away yeah

Oh god i wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say that you were wrong again
Oh god i wanna hear you say i wanna hear you say
That i am so much better than you
Oh god you owe us one more song
Get out my life, see this world as it really is
Is it just a sad side show
Can make a hooker cum
And enable us to love
I need one thing that's divine
Let me hear it tonight
Let me hear it tonight
I've got to hear it tonight
You're gonna let me hear the lost cord tonight, yeah

# Posté le jeudi 14 juillet 2005 12:43

The Young Crazed Peeling --- The Distillers

The Young Crazed Peeling --- The Distillers
Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city streets
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth

My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne
Fitzroy Melbourne Fitzboy Melbourne
I grew up on Bell St. then on Bennett St.
My mom kicked out my dad for battery
Found a way she found a way out of spiritual penury
Working single mother in an urban struggle
Blames herself now cause I grew up troubled
It hit me i got everything i need

My one heart felt too much from the start
Ive seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls sitting on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down swallow your story
Get smacked off your head go down in downroll glory
You wont solve it committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time

I speak of the truth the truth of the heart
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought
Hey youth time flies by
Theres an everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from California
Hes the prettiest thing we got the same disorder
The way you feel is OK its never gonna change anyway

It hit me I got everything i need

Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city streets
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth
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# Posté le vendredi 08 juillet 2005 15:53