Cookie dit:Tous les chats sont gris ?
Qu’il faut battre le fer tant qu’il est chaud ? 
Patti Smith ?
Land ?
(sur Horses)
grolapinos dit:Patti Smith ?
viking dit:grolapinos dit:Patti Smith ?
Robert smith?
sanjuro dit:Si je vous dis que cette artiste est un forgeron?
C’est bien Patti Smith et c’est bien Land sur l’album Horses.
Le point à Grolapinos.
Plutôt à potrick qui a trouvé le titre, non?
bertrand dit:Plutôt à potrick qui a trouvé le titre, non?
Oui Pluto.
grolapinos dit:Oui Pluto.
Dod dit:grolapinos dit:Oui Pluto.
On avais pas dis Potrick?
Bon OK
para la queja mexica
este sueno de america
celebremos la aluna
de siempre, ahorita
oh le tricheur !
tostaki Noir dédir
Nan !
Pas tout à fait…
tostaki Noir désir
Cookie dit:tostaki Noir désir
On va dire que c’est quand même Bertrand qui a trouvé…
C’était surement un lapsus guitaristique…
Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five, I walked a fence while grandpa held my hand
Refrain
The crops we grew last summer weren’t enough to pay the loans
Couldn’t buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said, “John, it’s just my job and I hope you understand”
Hey, calling it your job, ol’ hoss, sure don’t make it right
But if you want me to I’ll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandma’s on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing, “Take me to the promised land”
When you take away a man’s dignity he can’t work his fields and cows
There’ll be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Well there’s ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
And ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa, my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin’ like that scarecrow in the rain
Refrain
Non ce n’est pas de l’anglais! Mais de l’américain 