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16 septembre 2009 3 16 /09 /septembre /2009 02:14


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Vp3Sa7Fc2w


Godsmack - Voodoo

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.

Candles raise my desire,
Why Im so far away.
No more meaning to my life,
No more reason to stay.

Freezing, feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in...
Im coming back again...

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.

Hazing clouds rain on my head,
Empty thoughts fill my ears.
Find my shade by the moonlight,
Why my thoughts arent so clear.

Demons dreaming,
Breathe in, breathe in...
Im coming back again...

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.
[x4]

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.

So far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...
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14 septembre 2009 1 14 /09 /septembre /2009 00:15

As The Stars Fall - Revolt
envoyé par asthestarsfall. - Regardez la dernière sélection musicale.


http://www.myspace.com/asthestarsfall1


William Wordsworth - My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold

MY heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man:
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.


[Sam Riley as Ian Curtis in Control, about Joy Division]
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25 juin 2009 4 25 /06 /juin /2009 13:21
Noir Désir - Elle Va Où Elle Veut

Je sais où la trouver
elle sait où me voir
toujours employés
à réduire les écarts
quand on l'approche enfin
aussi près qu'on aille
on ne possède rien

elle va où elle veut

du feu du bruit
pour mériter le silence
au bout du compte
ça ressemble à de la chance
et comme on dit parfois
si tu tiens à toi
ne fais jamais comme eux

elle va où elle veut

si tout file entre nos doigts
les jeux qui nous tiennent
resteront toujours là
y'a rien à dire de plus
depuis toujours
c'est une chose entendue

elle va où elle veut

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5 juin 2009 5 05 /06 /juin /2009 17:13



Agalloch - Limbs [2006 - Ashes Against the Grain]

The texture of the soul is a liquid
that casts a vermilion flood.
From a wound carved as an oath,
It fills the riverbank with a sanguine fog.
These arms were meant to be lost,
Hacked, severed, and forgotten.

The texture of time is a whisper
that echoes across the flood.
It's hymn resonates from tree to tree,
Through every sullen bough it sings.
These boughs were said to be lost,
Torn, unearthed, and broken.

Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
Cast these limbs into the water.

Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
Cast this stone into the water.

Main Website:
http://www.agalloch.org/

Myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/agalloch


And Of All Our Shadows Are Ashes Again
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23 mai 2009 6 23 /05 /mai /2009 02:14
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics
(Térez Montcalm version)



Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
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8 mai 2009 5 08 /05 /mai /2009 16:40


Intervention de Bertrand Cantat aux victoires de la musique, lecture d'une lettre déstinée à Jean-Marie Messier. [A 3 minutes.]

Camarade PDG, tu permets que je t'appelle "camarade", je suis obligé de te tutoyer par la même occasion, c'est d'usage; et puis c'est mieux que "Ô Grand Jean-Marie Messier, commandeur des communiquant -et puis des autres aussi- par la grâce de la sainte trinité". Ramification, absorption, profit.
Toi, camarade, tu n'es pas vraiment mauvais finalement. Tes intentions sont pures, le bonheur pour tous dans le meilleur des mondes. Toi, tu respectes les artistes, surtout les rebelles, pas ceux préfabriqués et formatés par l'industrie et pour l'industrie, tu es donc fantastique. Mais il te reste tout à prouver. Que tu défends la culture au pluriel et pas seulement parce que le profit n'a pas d'odeur, que les petits labels et les petits disquaires pourront survivre à une telle égémonie, je parle du raz de marée Universal. Que tu ne sépares pas le monde entre bergers actionnaires et moutons payeurs, sachant que les bergers ont parfois des têtes de moutons et vice-versa. Il te reste aussi à prouver que tu n'es pas le roi du dégraissage de personnel et qu'une de tes missions principales et de rééquilibrer les échanges culturels et commerciaux entre l'Europe et les Etats-Unis.
Tu as dit, Jean-Marie, tu permets camarade que je t'appelle par ton prénom, sur France Inter début janvier qu'1 disque sur 4 partait à l'exportation, selon toi c'est que le cas de Noir Désir et de Zebda. Merveilleux mais entièrement faux. Menteur, camarade patriote, chiffres à l'appui. J'en passe et des meilleurs de l'utilisation que tu fais de notre nom et c'est pour ça qu'on se permet de répondre parce que c'est notre droit.
Pour finir, sache que si tes pillules sont trop amers tu trouveras d'autres que nous pour les faire passer. Et nous n'avons pas demandé à faire partie de ce grand Tout que tu diriges, que tu manipules, que tu récupères: critiques, médias, y compris cette lettre que tu vas surement tenter de récupérer.
Aller, salut à toi camarade PDG de la nouvelle internationale d'Universal. Nous ne sommes pas dûpes de ton manège. Et si nous sommes tous embarqués sur la même planète, on n'est décidément pas du même monde.
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3 avril 2009 5 03 /04 /avril /2009 21:37



Broken, Beat & Scarred

You rise, you fall.
Your down then you rise again.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
You rise, you fall.
Your down then you rise again.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
Through black days, through black nights,
Through pitch black insights.


Breaking your teeth on the hard life a'coming.
Show, your, scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth a'running.
Show, your, scars.
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred.
But we die hard!

The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don't kill you make you more strong.
They scratch me, they scrape me,
they cut and rape me.

Breaking your teeth on the hard life a'coming.
Show, your, scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth a'running.
Show, your, scars.
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred.
but we die hard!

Breaking your teeth on the hard life a'coming.
Show, your, scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth a'running.
Show, your, scars.
Raiding your soul in a hard luck story.
Show, your, scars.
Spilling your blood in a hot sun's a'glory.
Show, your, scars.
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred.

We die hard
We die hard
We die hard


Cette piste a l'air de toucher particulièrement James Hetfield, comprendra qui voudra.
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3 avril 2009 5 03 /04 /avril /2009 21:27
Halo

This is a call to arms,
Will you stand beside me?
This is our time to fight
No more compromising
And this blackened heart will sing
For sad solidarity

Halo over our demise
Following a god so blind
Sallow in their sickening
Swallow not, the shit they feed

This is a right to life,
Not the Religious Right’s act
This is abortion’s knife,
Aiming at the wombs of
The Christian conspiracy
So open thine eyes and see, the

Halo over our demise
Following a god so blind
Sallow in their sickening
Swallow not, the shit they feed

Our time will come, our time will come
Our time is now, our time is now

[Solo: Demmel, Flynn & Demmel]

And I won’t pray for you

Halo over our demise
Following a god so blind
Sallow in their sickening
Swallow not, the shit they feed

The words will never hold us down
Prayers won’t be spared on you
Satisfaction denied
‘Til you’re dead and gone
Gone
Dead and gone!
You’re gone!
Descend The Shades Of Night

Sitting in the empty black
The last slivers of dusk have passed
Accept the dawn to ease the fear
One day I will not be here
Death she comes and with her thread
Upon me ties a mask for dead
Its tears of blood begin to seep
And bleed the sky

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
All our hate is a product of our world...
We created

Ashen clouds obscure my brain
Doubts begin to turn to shame
Insecureness tears at bliss
I hate me for this weakness
Faith drives me to carry on
And take the road less travelled on
Resentment swallowed means to drown
The poison down
The shades of night descend

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
All our hate is a product of our world...
We created

Scream with me
Bleed with me
Seethe with me
Sing with me

Free me
Free me
Free me

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
The shades of night descend


Je vous fais part ici des 2 merveilles de Machine Head qui ont fait trembler tout Bercy...


Et en prime, jvous offre ma préférée:



Days Turn Blue To Gray

Thou have fathered
Son and daughter
Doth begat, yet raised not bother
Paralyzed your children lives
Wither vines of family ties

Self-destruction
Make him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray

Seventeen when
Family begin
Drinking, fighting, heroin
Unquenchable addictions call
Responsible to none above all

Self-destruction
Makes him function
Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
Days turn blue to gray

Lest I taste
Its sweet grapes
Glass to tongue
Across it tips
Cross my lips
Swallow it down

Please
Won't you love me?
Please help me see
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?
And now that you're gone
Emptiness lives on
The guilt is all I feel
No closure

Father
Motherfucker
No closure

The strings of my heart
You pulled on endlessly
This twine is severed
In tragedy

Father
Mother Destroyer
Destroy her

Your self-destruction
What made you feel alive
Your self-destruction
Of your children Lives
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2 avril 2009 4 02 /04 /avril /2009 22:46

Je cherche depuis toute à l'heure à faire une review de ce concert, seulement je n'y arrive pas... Je n'ai pas de mot, j'ai plein d'images et des vidéos. J'ai plein de souvenirs, mais pas de mot. Je pourrais dire: génialissimement énorme. Mais ça ne suffirait pas.

Je vous donne la setlist du concert de Metallica qui a eu lieu hier, mercredi 1er avril 2009 à Paris Bercy:

01.That Was Just Your Life
02.The End of the Line
03.Harvester Of Sorrow
04.Disposable Heroes
05.One
06.Broken, Beat & Scarred
07.Cyanide
08.Sad But True
09.The Unforgiven
10.The Judas Kiss
11.Kirk Solo #1
12.The Day That Never Comes
13.Master Of Puppets
14.Damage, Inc.
15.Kirk Solo #2
16.Nothing Else Matters
17.Enter Sandman
18.Stone Dead Forever
19.Phantom Lord
20.Seek and Destroy

Total Time: 2:10:34

Comme vous pouvez le constater, 2h10 de spectacle. Inlassable.

Une toute première partie dont le son ne passait pas hyper bien pour The Sword

Une seconde partie très pro de Machine Head (ou Mushy Ned pour les intimes), avec une magnifique interprétation de leurs titres Halo et Descend The Shades Of Night à donner la chair de poule! (ils n'ont pas joué Days Turn Blue To Gray, mon titre préféré, mais je m'y attendais alors je ne suis pas déçu!)

Et le Master of the Night: METALLICA: un public déchainé même dans les gradins où le sol tremblait dangeureusement. Un décor a vous couper le souffle fait de cercueils mobiles montés de spots lumineux. Des lasers, des effets pyrotechniques, un groupe chaud comme la braise, un public qui le leur rend bien. Que du bonheur.
Je vous laisse admirer les photos par ici. (Ce lien devrait fonctionner pour tout le monde y compris les non-membres)
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25 mars 2009 3 25 /03 /mars /2009 19:42
 

Rage Against The Machine - Renegades of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now


We're the renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades

Since the prehistoric ages and the days of ancient greece
Right down through the middle ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like chief sitting bull, tom paine
Dr. martin luther king, malcom x
They were renegades of their time and age
So many renegades

We're the renegades of funk (x4)

From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And were on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations (x6)

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me

Were the renegades were the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
Cmon
We're the renegades of funk (x4)

Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop
Because where were goin there aint no stoppin
Poppin, sockin, puttin a side of hip-hop
Because where were goin there aint no stoppin
Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop
cause were poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop
Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop

We're the renegades of funk (x4)

Were teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
Were blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh

There was a time when our music
Was something called the bay street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor

Say jam sucker
Say jam sucker
Say groove sucker
Say groove sucker
Say dance sucker
Say dance sucker
Now move sucker
Now move sucker
(x2)

Were the renegades of funk


Le choix de cette chanson n'est pas anodin.
Un léger ras-le-blog que le peuple soit pris pour plus con qu'il n'est.
ça fait 3 mois que je me la repasse de temps en temps.
La Rage ne s'efface pas.

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies,
They change the course of history,
Everyday people like you and me.


C'est l'extrait à retenir, s'il n'y en avait qu'un seul...
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