Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Enfin un peu de morts à se mettre sous la dent :
Merci patron !
Merci patron !
Ever noticed hardline radicals can go on star trips too, when no one's pure and right except themselves ? "The Party Line says no, feminists can't wear fishnets. You wanna help stop war ?, well, we reject your application ; you crack too many jokes and you eat meat".
What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change into one more church that forgets we're all human beings
What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change into one more church that forgets we're all human beings
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
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All Posers Are Bastard
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Off with his head
Ever noticed hardline radicals can go on star trips too, when no one's pure and right except themselves ? "The Party Line says no, feminists can't wear fishnets. You wanna help stop war ?, well, we reject your application ; you crack too many jokes and you eat meat".
What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change into one more church that forgets we're all human beings
What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change into one more church that forgets we're all human beings
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Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
C'est le moment de (ré)écouter Phillip My Dear, géniale chanson du calypsonian Mighty Sparrow à propos de l'intrusion en 1982, dans la chambre de la reine, de Michael Fagan (membre du Workers Revolutionary Party qu'on retrouvera l'année suivante aux côtés des Bollock Brothers pour une version –pour le moins appropriée– du God Save The Queen des Sex Pistols).
Bref, au vu des paroles de Philip My Dear, vous comprendrez aisément pourquoi cette chanson est toujours censurée sur les ondes anglaises...
Phillip, my dear, last night I thought was you in here
Where did you go? Working for good old England,
Missing out all the action. My dear, do you know
There was a man in my bedroom wearing your shoe,
Trying on the royal costume, dipping in the royal perfume
I telling you true.
There was a man in my bedroom
Anxious for a rendezvous and I thought it was you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
The palace guards were playing hopscotch in the yard
Abandon the throne. Being with this perfect stranger
The jewel was in danger for I was alone
With a man in my bedroom loaded with brew
Yes, this malodorous urchin on top of my bed was perching like a cockatoo
A man in my bedroom
Sorry, dear, I misconstrued when I took him for you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
In Buckingham, no one respond to the alarm
So this plunderer displayed inside my boudoir
A tool made for agriculture. I stood there in awe
With a man in my bedroom, seven feet or more
He told me, "Come hither and foil." and all my good linen he soil
He was so obscene!
There was a man in my bedroom, so nasty and mean,
Singing to me, "God go save the queen!"
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
Evidently I've suffered great indignity from this commoner
Instead of being free in London
He should be put in a dungeon under the Tower
There was a man in my bedroom enjoying the view
This vicious, immoral scoundrel,
Son of a common mongrel, scared me through and through
There was a man in my bedroom
Your input was overdue and I thought it was you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
There was a man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
Bref, au vu des paroles de Philip My Dear, vous comprendrez aisément pourquoi cette chanson est toujours censurée sur les ondes anglaises...
Phillip, my dear, last night I thought was you in here
Where did you go? Working for good old England,
Missing out all the action. My dear, do you know
There was a man in my bedroom wearing your shoe,
Trying on the royal costume, dipping in the royal perfume
I telling you true.
There was a man in my bedroom
Anxious for a rendezvous and I thought it was you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
The palace guards were playing hopscotch in the yard
Abandon the throne. Being with this perfect stranger
The jewel was in danger for I was alone
With a man in my bedroom loaded with brew
Yes, this malodorous urchin on top of my bed was perching like a cockatoo
A man in my bedroom
Sorry, dear, I misconstrued when I took him for you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
In Buckingham, no one respond to the alarm
So this plunderer displayed inside my boudoir
A tool made for agriculture. I stood there in awe
With a man in my bedroom, seven feet or more
He told me, "Come hither and foil." and all my good linen he soil
He was so obscene!
There was a man in my bedroom, so nasty and mean,
Singing to me, "God go save the queen!"
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
A man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
Evidently I've suffered great indignity from this commoner
Instead of being free in London
He should be put in a dungeon under the Tower
There was a man in my bedroom enjoying the view
This vicious, immoral scoundrel,
Son of a common mongrel, scared me through and through
There was a man in my bedroom
Your input was overdue and I thought it was you.
He big just like you but younger
He thick just like you but stronger
He lingay like you but harder
He laylay like you but badder
There was a man in my bedroom
He came on the bed, doudou, and I took him for you.
IN GIRUM IMUS NOCTE ET CONSUMIMUR IGNI
Nous tournons en rond dans la nuit et le feu nous dévore
Nous tournons en rond dans la nuit et le feu nous dévore
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Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
bon c'est assez perso mais voilà mon père vient de décéder alors comme il a milité beaucoup pour les droits des personnes handis et qu'il était bien punk a sa manière notamment quand il voté ben laden à une élection présidentielle après avoir fait un scandale pour qu'on lui installe une rampe d'accès pour aller voter dans son bled haha,
je vous invite à réécouter l'émission faite avec lui pendant le confinement: https://ribin.radiomenezare.infini.fr/s ... article684
je vous invite à réécouter l'émission faite avec lui pendant le confinement: https://ribin.radiomenezare.infini.fr/s ... article684
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Sincères condoléances Manu
Magicraph is my copilot
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hey! on pense à toi manu. courage
All Posers Are Bastard
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Et pendant ce temps là, papon, libre jubile
l'état n'est pas ingrat quand on lui est servile
Chassant négligemment d’un revers de la main
L’image des enfants qui partent dans les trains
l'état n'est pas ingrat quand on lui est servile
Chassant négligemment d’un revers de la main
L’image des enfants qui partent dans les trains
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
ah j'étais trop fan de l'inspecteur canardo quand j'étais petit!
j'ai même une dédicace glanée à angoulème..
j'ai même une dédicace glanée à angoulème..
hein?
Re: Ils nous quittent et le monde sera plus jamais pareil...
Disparition de Philippe Couderc, créateur du zine Abus Dangereux....
https://www.sudouest.fr/culture/musique ... 880372.php
https://www.sudouest.fr/culture/musique ... 880372.php
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