Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [V] [/V] In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russians love their children too How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly in common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put the words in the mouth of the President There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie that we don't believe anymore Mr. Reagan says we will protect you I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us, me, and you Is if the Russians love their children too Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [V] [/V] I can't believe the news today I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song ? How long ? Tonight we can be as one Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across a dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won? The trenches dug between our hearts And mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday How long, how long must we sing this song ? How long ? Tonight we can be as one Tonight, tonight Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Wipe your bloodshot eyes Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won On a Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [DM]x3cp4[/DM] There's a new game We like to play you see A game with added reality You treat me like a dog Get me down on my knees We call it master and servant We call it master and servant It's a lot like life This play between the sheets With you on top and me underneath Forget all about equality Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant It's a lot like life And that's what's appealing If you despise that throwaway feeling From disposable fun Then this is the one Domination's the name of the game In bed or in life They're both just the same Except in one you're fulfilled At the end of the day Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Let's play master and servant Come on, master and servant Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [DM]xly1n[/DM] There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, Tears drying on their face. He has been here. Brothers lie in shallow graves. Fathers lost without a trace. A nation blind to their disgrace, Since he's been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. (x2) Only sadness Houses burnt beyond repair. The smell of death is in the air. A woman weeping in despair says, He has been here. Tracer lighting up the sky. It's another families' turn to die. A child afraid to even cry out says, He has been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. (x2) There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, But no one asks the question why, He has been here. Old men kneel to accept their fate. Wives and daughters cut and raped. A generation drenched in hate. Says, he has been here. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. (x2) Only sadness Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [V] [/V] New blood joins this earth And quickly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace The young boy learns their rules With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on he's known A vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away-eay Chorus: What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free Never me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN They dedicate their lives To RUNNING all of his He tries to please THEM all This bitter man he is Throughout his life the same He's battled constantly This fight he cannot win A tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares To die regretfully That old man here is me What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free Never me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN (instrumental) What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free Never me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN whoa, whoa Never Free Never Me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN You labeled me I'll label you So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN Never Free Never Me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN You labeled me I'll label you So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN Never Free Never Me So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 4, 2009 Partager Posted November 4, 2009 [DM]xrgpo[/DM] ou, Yes You, Stand Still Laddie! When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children anyway they could by pouring their derision upon anything we did exposing any weakness however carefully hidden by the kids. Out in the middle of nowhere they were home at night their fat and psychopathic wives Would thrash them within inches of their lives! ooooooooooooo, oooooooo, ooooooooooo, ooooooooo, ooooooooo, ooooooooo,oooo. We don't need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. (A bunch of kids singing) We don't need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. Spoken: "Wrong, Guess again! Wrong, Guess again! If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat? You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!" [sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels] "The Bulls are already out there" Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!" "This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know." I don't need no arms around me And I dont need no drugs to calm me. I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need anything at all. No! Don't think I'll need anything at all. All in all it was all just bricks in the wall. All in all you were all just bricks in the wall. Citer Link to post Share on other sites
m'louka 10 Posted November 24, 2009 Partager Posted November 24, 2009 [V]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNQuJm67OzE&hl=fr_FR&fs=1&[/V] Biko September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead And the eyes of the world are watching now watching now Citer Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Sally Posted November 24, 2009 Partager Posted November 24, 2009 Merci m'louka pour cette excellente chanson de Peter Gabriel. J'ai envie de donner un complément d'information glané sur le net afin de la remettre dans son contexte. Steve Biko est né le 18 décembre 1946 a King Williams Town (Afrique du Sud). Étudiant en médecine (en section résérvée aux noirs), il créé son propre mouvement ASO (South African Students’ Organization), un mouvement étudiant composé uniquement de noirs, qui assiste les communautés noires défavorisées. Le mouvement qu’il mène prend de l’ampleur dans les années 70. Suite à plusieurs manifestations qu'il dirige, le gouvernement prend des mesures en se défaveurs (entre autre interdiction de parler en public) et il subit plusieurs arrestations. Un jour de Septembre 1977, il est arrêté et détenu par la police dans des conditions atroces. Six jours plus tard, il décède des suites d'un traumatisme crânien et de blessures au foie. Les déclarations du ministre de la justice sud africain, James Kruger, qui affirma que "la mort de Steve Biko ne lui faisait ni chaud ni froid", déclenchèrent un tollé général dans le monde, ce qui conduisit finalement les Nation Unies à prendre des sanctions contre l’Afrique du Sud. Citer Link to post Share on other sites
m'louka 10 Posted November 24, 2009 Partager Posted November 24, 2009 Merci m'louka pour cette excellente chanson de Peter Gabriel. J'ai envie de donner un complément d'information glané sur le net afin de la remettre dans son contexte. Steve Biko est né le 18 décembre 1946 a King Williams Town (Afrique du Sud). Étudiant en médecine (en section résérvée aux noirs), il créé son propre mouvement ASO (South African Students’ Organization), un mouvement étudiant composé uniquement de noirs, qui assiste les communautés noires défavorisées. Le mouvement qu’il mène prend de l’ampleur dans les années 70. Suite à plusieurs manifestations qu'il dirige, le gouvernement prend des mesures en se défaveurs (entre autre interdiction de parler en public) et il subit plusieurs arrestations. Un jour de Septembre 1977, il est arrêté et détenu par la police dans des conditions atroces. Six jours plus tard, il décède des suites d'un traumatisme crânien et de blessures au foie. Les déclarations du ministre de la justice sud africain, James Kruger, qui affirma que "la mort de Steve Biko ne lui faisait ni chaud ni froid", déclenchèrent un tollé général dans le monde, ce qui conduisit finalement les Nation Unies à prendre des sanctions contre l’Afrique du Sud. De rien Sally, c'est moi qui te remercie pour ce complément d'information Citer Link to post Share on other sites
m'louka 10 Posted December 10, 2009 Partager Posted December 10, 2009 [V] [/V] Bill Carter Miss Sarajevo Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for cutting hair Is there a time for high street shopping To find the right dress to wear Here she comes Heads turn around Here she comes To take her crown Is there a time to run for cover A time for kiss and tell Is there a time for different colours Different names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communion A time for East 17 Is there a time to turn to Mecca Is there time to be a beauty queen Here she comes Beauty plays the clown Here she comes Surreal in her crown Dici che il fiume Trova la via al mare E come il fiume Giungerai a me Oltre i confini E le terre assetate Dici che come fiume Come fiume... L'amore giunger L'amore... E non so più pregare E nell'amore non so più sperare E quell'amore non so più aspettare Is there a time for tying ribbons A time for Christmas trees Is there a time for laying tables And the night is set to freeze Citer Link to post Share on other sites
m'louka 10 Posted December 11, 2009 Partager Posted December 11, 2009 Traduction "Miss Sarajevo" Y-a-t-il un temps pour que tu prennes tes distances Un temps pour que tu détournes ton regard Y-a-t-il un temps pour que tu gardes ta tête baissée Pour continuer ta journée Y-a-t-il un temps pour le Kohl et le rouge à lèvres Un temps pour se faire couper les cheveux Y-a-t-il un temps pour faire du shopping dans les grandes artères Pour trouver la robe parfaite à porter La voila Les têtes tournent La voila Pour prendre sa couronne Y-a-t-il un temps pour courir se mettre à l’abri Un temps pour embrasser et parler Y-a-t-il un temps pour des couleurs différentes Des noms différents que tu trouves difficile à épeler Y-a-t-il un temps pour la première communion Un temps pour East 17 Y-a-t-il un temps pour se tourner vers La Mecque Y-a-t-il un temps pour être une reine de beauté La voila la beauté fait le clown La voila Surréelle avec sa couronne Dis lui que le fleuve trouve l’embouchure vers la mer Dis lui que le fleuve trouve l’embouchure vers la mer Et comme le fleuve tu viendras vers moi Outre les frontières Et les terrains assoiffés Dis lui que comme le fleuve L’amour arrive L’amour ........ Et je ne sais plus prier Et en amour je ne sais plus espérer Et en cet amour je ne sais plus attendre Y-a-t-il un temps pour faire des cadeaux Un temps pour les arbres de Noël Y-a-t-il un temps pour mettre la table La nuit va être glaciale Citer Link to post Share on other sites
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