air dit:Joli !
A toi la main...
J'aime bien les reprises improbables...Je vous laisse des indices au frais?
Nanan! Pas d’indice!
C’est “It ain’t me babe” do Bob Dylan
sanjuro dit:Nanan! Pas d'indice!
C'est "It ain't me babe" do Bob Dylan
Yesss!
Alors bon, j’espère que je ne l’ai pas déjà proposée (foutu alzheimer!) 
There’s a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of em’ all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time
Starin’ at the wall…
Starin’ at the wall…
In his hand was a note that his gal had wrote
Proving crime don’t pay
Was the very same gal he robbed and stole for
namin’ her wedding day…
namin’ her wedding day…
As he looked at the wall
So strong and tall
I heard him softly curse
Nobody at all ever climbed that wall
But I’m gonna be the first…
I’m gonna be the first…
Then the warden came by and said son don’t try
I’d hate to see you fall
Cause there is no doubt they’ll carry you out
If you ever touch that wall…
If you ever touch that wall…
Well a year’s gone by since he made his try
But I can still recall
How hard he tried and the way he died
But he never made that wall…
He never made that wall…
Well there’s never been a man who shook this can
But I knew a man who tried
The newspapers called it a jailbreak plan
But I know it was suicide…
I know it was suicide…
Alors vous voulez des zindices?
Vous me payez comment?
JOHNNY CASH ?
Je relance donc :
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
“Hey, bring me more fish, throw it down by my side”
And he wants so to belch but he’s too full to try
So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly
Amesterdam par Bowie
Allez, comme je suis à peu près sûr de moi, je relance avec une facile :
“(…)From this time, unchained
We’re all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over and give us some room
[chorus]
So don’t you stop being a man
Just take a little look from outside when you can
Show a little tenderness
No matter if you cry
[chorus]
For this is the beginning of forever and ever
It’s time to move over…”
Un indice ?
Bristol. La ville.
Glory Box, Portishead.
Galahad dit:Glory Box, Portishead.
C’est validé.
Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don’t get lost
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you…
Old man Neil Young 
Yeah, tu peux enchaîner, bravo Bertrand !
En même temps, c’était du Neil Young ,et de son album certainemùent le plus connu.
Passons à autre chose:
Oooh, ooh -
If there’s a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there’s a point, if there’s a reason to live or die
If there’s an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask
Oh yes we’ll keep on trying
Hey tread that fine line
Yeah we’ll keep on smiling yeah
And whatever will be - will be
We’ll just keep on trying
We’ll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time