Quand Le Passé Viens vOus bOtter Les Fesses. Sans Que vOus Le vOuliez. Des DéceptiOns. vOila tOut Ce dOnt J'ai DrOit. La CuriOsité. Est Le Pire Des Défaults.
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ChrOnique D'Une Fille Ordinaire. Qui Aime Le rOck. Le cÔté Punk Des Anglais. Qui Se pOse BeaucOup De QuestiOns. Et Qui Ne Fait Que Parler D'Elle. Une Fille Ordinaire Avec Un égOcentrisme DébOrdant.
Son profil
l0nd0n-calling
20 ans
strasbourg
(67)
France
twenty fOurth : Of Vices and Men ...
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# Posté le jeudi 08 mars 2007 17:43
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# Posté le mardi 09 janvier 2007 13:05
Modifié le vendredi 09 mars 2007 14:52
Twenty Third : -Tu Laisserais TrOie Brûler pOur Cette Femme ? -Meuh Nan TrOp Pas !!
- J'entends tOn cOeur, Il Fait Du Bruit ...
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- mOi, J'éteins Le Mien La Nuit. SinOn çA Me Réveille ...
Bonne Année !
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- mOi, J'éteins Le Mien La Nuit. SinOn çA Me Réveille ...
Bonne Année !
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# Posté le mardi 02 janvier 2007 05:41
Modifié le lundi 23 juillet 2007 11:26
Twenty Second : Clap yOur Hand If yOu Want sOme mOre
Du bOnheur à L'état Pur.C'etait Mieux Que tOut. Mieux Que La DrOgue, Mieux Que l'HerO,
Mieux Que La dOb, cOk, Crak, jOin, Shit, Pet, Ganja, Canabis, Beuh, Acide, Ecstazy. Mieux Que Le Sexe, Mieux Que La FelatiOn, 69, MasturbatiOn, Tantrisme, Kamasutra. Mieux Que Le Nutella Et Le Milkshake Banane. Mieux Que tOutes Les TrilOgies De GeOrges Lucas, L'integrale Du Muppet ShOw, Mieux Que Marilyn. Mieux Que Les sOlO d'Hendrix. Mieux Que Le Petit Pas De Neil AmstrOng Sur La Lune, Le Space mOuntain, La rOnde Du Père nOël, La fOrtune De Bill Gates, Les Transes Du Dalai-Lama. Mieux Que wOOdstOck Et Les Raves Party Les Plus Orgasmiques. Mieux Que La DefOnce De Sad, Rimbaud, mOrrisOn.
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# Posté le lundi 25 décembre 2006 12:34
Modifié le mardi 02 janvier 2007 05:22
ChansOn Du mOment
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Mr Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan
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# Posté le vendredi 15 décembre 2006 11:55
Modifié le samedi 17 novembre 2007 09:37
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