De quelle music il s'agit?
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De quelle music il s'agit?
par moyon2 » 28 Oct 2008 11:25
Allez hop un nouveau jeu qui part sur les même bases que les villes ou les films. On propose un couplet d'une chanson et aux autres forumeurs de trouver le titre ORIGINAL et l'artise ORIGINAL de la chanson.
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par john » 28 Oct 2008 11:35
L'hymne à l'amour - Edith Piaf
Te voila sentimental Moyon, est-ce la honte d'avoir ouvert un énième live ?
bref je ne suis pas rancunier et j'ai voté favorablement à cette ouvreture de jeu. Bonne idée
Et pourtant la suggestion de Némeion et Frank sodomisés ne manquait pas de piquant
Te voila sentimental Moyon, est-ce la honte d'avoir ouvert un énième live ?
bref je ne suis pas rancunier et j'ai voté favorablement à cette ouvreture de jeu. Bonne idée
Et pourtant la suggestion de Némeion et Frank sodomisés ne manquait pas de piquant
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john - Coco bhoy
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par john » 28 Oct 2008 11:56
Quelle belle fin pour moi
De mourir dans tes bras
Et mon linceul de roi
Dans la soie de tes bras.
Je veux mourir pour ton plaisir
Et quand on m'enterrera,
Non pas d'allélouia
Mais le Kamasutra.
J'espère ne pas heurter la sensibilité et provoquer de demi-molle...
De mourir dans tes bras
Et mon linceul de roi
Dans la soie de tes bras.
Je veux mourir pour ton plaisir
Et quand on m'enterrera,
Non pas d'allélouia
Mais le Kamasutra.
J'espère ne pas heurter la sensibilité et provoquer de demi-molle...
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par moyon2 » 28 Oct 2008 14:26
John, Moyon2 : 1 pt
I hear the doctor standing over me
Screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I, can't breathe
something evils in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think their killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
My bed sheets
I call the nurse
Cuz it hurts
To reminise....
Facile je pense.
Artiste Americain.
I hear the doctor standing over me
Screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I, can't breathe
something evils in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think their killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
My bed sheets
I call the nurse
Cuz it hurts
To reminise....
Facile je pense.
Artiste Americain.
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par bosco » 28 Oct 2008 14:48
I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
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par cold chillin' » 28 Oct 2008 15:01
Seul le vainqueur de la devinette precedente peut en lancer une nouvelle?
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par moyon2 » 28 Oct 2008 15:04
Dans le cul Nemeion... sur la place du Bouffay 
Cold relance a ma place
Skandalouz de 2pac =>
How's it hangin'
Cuz baby, from the back the shit is bangin'
I'll be stressing in this ghetto game
Trying to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing
Cuz bitch, I'll have you waking up
With all your cash missing, I'm askin'
As if I'm qualified, to analyze
Cold relance a ma place
Skandalouz de 2pac =>
How's it hangin'
Cuz baby, from the back the shit is bangin'
I'll be stressing in this ghetto game
Trying to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass kissing
Cuz bitch, I'll have you waking up
With all your cash missing, I'm askin'
As if I'm qualified, to analyze
Dernière édition par moyon2 le 28 Oct 2008 15:06, édité 1 fois.
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par cold chillin' » 28 Oct 2008 17:08
Bonne chance:
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
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