Toujours en hommage à mes jeunes années 
Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succeed
Thank the lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays
I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of 18
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine
Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye
Blasphemous Rumours
Depeche Mode 1984
Toujours Zappa, toujours apôtre du bon goût:
Crew Slut
Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these
Industrial towns
I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the local clowns
They never give you no respect
They never treat you nice
So perhaps you oughta try
A little friendly advice
And be a CREW SLUT
Hey, you 'll love it
Be a CREW SLUT
It's a way of life
Be a CREW SLUT
See the world
Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus
CREW SLUT
Add water, makes its own sauce
Be a CREW SLUT
So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite
The boys in the crew
Are just waiting for you
Jack Johnson 
Same Girl
If you could read my mind
You'd say "Baby you were right
And I don't want to fight anymore"
You're usually righter than I am
And I'm not a very good fighter
Am I? No neither are you
So let's be through with this one
Because some things never change
I know you're still my same girl
Who builds her own frames
For the pictures that she paints
Of the lights in Monterey
Coming across the bay
Right back to my same girl
How can you be so calm
When the truth is that sometimes
We live in the eye of the storm
With everything going on around us
I feel comfort in the sounds when you say
It will be okay
Like a star guiding me
To the light of the day
The doldrums could follow me
But not with my same girl
Who builds her own frames
For the pictures that she paints
Of the lights in Monterey
Coming across the bay
Right back to my same girl
Encore ZAPPA! Toujours Joe's Garage l'album Act II
A force de le citer ça m'a donné envie de le ré-écouter 
... Il est rayé, mon vieux Vinyl Joe's Garage act I 
Ce coup ci c'est le titre Stick it out que je vous propose.
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak German Now, get this, here's why he did it! He's gonna go to this club on the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET... And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)... so Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes into this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other, and he sees this one...that looks like ah, it's a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body...it's really exciting...and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG...
Joe:
Fick mich, du
miserabler hurensohn
Du miserabler hurensohn
Fick mich, du
miserabler hurensohn
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
heissen gelockten
schwanz
Ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches Schwein
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches Schwein
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Aber beklecker nicht
das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
das Sofa, Sofa!
Sy Borg:
Pick me...I'm clean...
I am also programmed
for conversational
English.
May I have
this dance?
Joe:
I've got a better idea...
Fuck me, you ugly son
of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch
Fuck me, you ugly son
of a bitch
Stick it out
Stick out yer
hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
hot curly weenie
Weenie...weenie,
weenie, weenie!
Make it go fast
In and out,
(In and out)
Magical Pig
Make it go fast
In and out,
(In and out)
Magical Pig
Till it squirts, squirts,
squirts, squirts
Fire
Till it squirts, squirts,
squirts, squirts
Fire
Don't get no jizz
upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
upon that sofa, sofa
Sy Borg:
What's a girl like you
Doing in a place
like this?
Do you come
here often?
Wait a minute...
I've got it...
You're an Italian...
What? You're Jewish?
Love your nails...
You must be a Libra...
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
See the chrome
Feel the chrome
Touch the chrome
Heal the chrome
See the screaming
Hot black steaming
Iridescent naugahyde
python screaming
Steam Roller!
Allez, dans le lourd de j'aime beaucoup:
WHAT'D I SAY
Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong,
come and love me all night long.
Oh oh, hey hey,
all right now.
See the girl with the diamond ring,
she knows how to twist that thing.
Oh oh, hey hey,
all right now.
Tell your mama, tell your pa
I'm gonna ship you back to Arkansas.
Oh yes, you don't do right,
you don't do right.
Tell me what'd I say,
tell me what'd I say right now.
Tell me what'd I say,
tell me what'd I say.
Tell me what'd I say,
tell me what'd I say.
Yes, I wanna know,
I wanna know.
Baby, I wanna know right now,
yes, I wanna know.
Honey, I wanna know,
yes, I wanna know.
Hey HEY
Ho HO
Hey HEY
Ho HO
Hey HEY ho HO hey.
Sing me one more time.
Sing me one more time.
Sing me one more time.
Sing me one more time.
Sing me one more time.
Sing me one more time.
Hey HEY
Ho HO
Hey HEY
Ho HO
Hey HEY ho HO hey.
Make me feel so good.
Make me feel so good.
Make me feel so good right now.
Make me feel so good.
Make me feel so good.
Make me feel so good.
Huh HUH
Ho HO
Huh HUH
Ho HO
Huh HUH ho HO huh.
Baby, it's all right.
Baby, it's all right right now.
Baby, it's all right.
Baby, it's all right.
Baby, it's all right.
Baby, it's all right.
Come on, twist that thing.
Come on, twist that thing.
Keep a twistin' that thing.
Keep a twistin' that thing.
Keep a twistin' that thing.
Keep a twistin' that thing.
Make me feel all right.
Well, I feel all right.
Well, I feel all right.
Well, I feel all right.
Well, I feel all right.
Well, I feel all right.
- Ray Charles
Scoubi dit:Allez, dans le lourd de j'aime beaucoup:
WHAT'D I SAY
J'aurais du y penser!
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
Da, da da da dah
Da da da dah
Da da dah...
You don't fool me - those pretty eyes
That sexy smile - you don't fool me
You don't rule me - you're no surprise
You're telling lies - you don't fool me
Mmm, mama said be careful of that girl
Mama said you know that she's no good
Mama said be cool, don't you be no fool
Yup bup ba ba ba ba da da da dah!
You don't fool me
You don't fool me, you don't fool me
She'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
You don't rule me, you don't fool me
You don't fool me, she'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Baby you don't fool me, yeah
You don't fool me, you don't have to say 'don't mind'
You don't have to teach me things I know
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Oh, (fool you) oh, (rule you) she'll take you (take you)
And break you (break you)
Yeah
Mama said be cool
Mama said she'll take you for a fool
She'll take you, and break you
Ba ba ba ba bap bap ba baah
La la la la la lah
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
YOU DON'T FOOL ME de Queen
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
Da, da da da dah
Da da da dah
Da da dah...
You don't fool me - those pretty eyes
That sexy smile - you don't fool me
You don't rule me - you're no surprise
You're telling lies - you don't fool me
Mmm, mama said be careful of that girl
Mama said you know that she's no good
Mama said be cool, don't you be no fool
Yup bup ba ba ba ba da da da dah!
You don't fool me
You don't fool me, you don't fool me
She'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
You don't rule me, you don't fool me
You don't fool me, she'll take you
You don't fool me, and break you
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Baby you don't fool me, yeah
You don't fool me, you don't have to say 'don't mind'
You don't have to teach me things I know
Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules
Oh, (fool you) oh, (rule you) she'll take you (take you)
And break you (break you)
Yeah
Mama said be cool
Mama said she'll take you for a fool
She'll take you, and break you
Ba ba ba ba bap bap ba baah
La la la la la lah
You don't fool me
You don't fool me...
YOU DON'T FOOL ME de Queen
koukouk,
Onc'Sanju se réveille tout juste ce beau dimanche, pour vous proposer...
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ain't it the truth babe?
Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright
Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world
It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah
It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright
Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.
Say it's all...
Say it's all...
Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe
Under my thumb par les Rolling Stones
P.S. Tiens, du coup je vais aller me ré-écouter Aftermath! Il est bien ce topic, il me fait ressortir mes vieux Vinyls 
Une petite partie de Guitar Hero, et voila l'illumination:
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man
ZZ Top, Sharp Dressed Man
Come again and tell me
What you're going through
Like a girl who only knew
Her child was due
ON MERCURY des RED HOT
Il ne me semble pas l avoir vu alors en voila une de plus
si oui indiqué moi ou svp.
Je me rappelais bien qu'il y avait un piège dans cette chanson:
Boys and girls in the summertime love
Summertime love on the beach tonight
Sabrina, Boys, Boys, Boys
Soda Shop, de Jay Brannan, dans la BO de Shortbus
The sidewalk is rushing at my head again
I'm lying on the street in the rain and wind
From doing forward rolls down Avenue A
With my guitar on my back don't let it end this way
Somehow i dialed my cell
I didn't know I could get service in hell
How quickly can you get here
Don't know where I am dear
Finally the world actually seems to be revolving around me
Shoobie doobie doo-wap
I over did it at the soda shop
Thanks for being my girl
At the "I don't know when to stop sock hop"
You held my head over the edge of the bed
I remember it now but at the time I thought I was dead
Yyou put a pan there and held by hair
How can I repay you for saving me and my hardwood floor
Shoobie doobie doo-wap
I over did it at the soda shop
Thanks for being my girl
At the "I don't know when to stop sock hop"
And when the world stops spinning round
I picked the pen up off the ground
I read my up heaves much like tea leaves
They said its over so get sober or you'll die again
Shoobie doobie doo-wap
I over did it at the soda shop
Thanks for being my girl
At the "I don't know when to stop sock hop"
Bon, encore une petite histoire de ne pas vous laisser le dernier mot
"What in the world" de David Bowie dans l'album Low (que j'écoute en ce moment)
You're just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something
Wait until the crowd cries
Oh, wait until the crowd cries
You're just a little girl with grey eyes
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can you do
What in the world can you do
I'm in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
For your love
Oh
I'm just a little bit afraid of you
Cause love won't make you cry
But, wait until the crowd goes
Oh, wait until the crowd goes
I'm just a little bit afraid of you
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can i do
What in the world can i do
I'm in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
Oh, what you gonna say?
Oh, what you gonna do?
Ah, what you gonna be?
To be real me, to the real me
Under the cool, under the cool and under having a ball
What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine
De je sais pas qui, Sugar and Spice (BOF Good Morning Viet-Nam)
Kate Bush : le magnifique The Man With The Child In His Eyes
I hear him before I go to sleep
And focus on the day that's been
I realise he's there when I turn the light off
And turn over
Nobody knows about my man
They think he's lost on some horizon
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I've never known before
Telling me about the sea
All his love, 'till eternity
(Chorus)
Ooh, he's here again-
The man with the child in his eyes
He's very understanding
And he's so aware of all my situations
And when I stay up late
He's always waiting
But I feel him hesitate
Oh, I'm so worried about my love
They say "No, no, it won't last forever"
And here I am again my girl
Wondering what on earth I'm doing here
Maybe he doesn't love me
I just took a trip on my love for him
(Chorus)
Eh oh va falloir penser à nous donner le décompte des points sur Girl, aussi, tu crois pas t'en tirer comme ça, non? 
A part ça...
C'est un beau roman, c'est uuuuuneu bel'histoire,
C'est une romanceuuuuu d'aujourd'hui-i-i
Michel Fugain avec Big Bazar dans les seventies
oui oui 
Laissez moi jusqu'à demain car c'est un sacré bordel 
Inndipenndeennzaa ! ! !
AKHENATON
Mon histoire de France à moi commence par un génocide
Ces pensées maussades romancent une revanche impossible
On est tous fils de la Qibla qui blaguent au mic en habit bleu
Nous on maquille ces putains d' feuilles immaculées en nuits bleues
Ils brandissent la Bible et mettent Jésus acteur de l'intox
Ils nous ciblent avec la Rabla comme du Flytox
Moi j'revendique ma différence dans c'pays merdique, doucement
En douce man, t'inquiète on fait des sous sous l'manteau car tous mentent
Comment leur faire croire ? Qu'y a pas que des cancres là
Moi j'm'ancre là, mon encre là bave des cancrelats
Mon âme striée par les vicissitudes
Glace un coeur froid d'habitude
Noir de bitûme, la vie c'est l'vice à l'étude
Vu d'en haut y'a pas d' frontière c'est géant, dans l'néant
Les néons flashent, emmenés en galère, en bas c'est un fion béant
Dans chaque part le recueil de notre juste lutte ainsi Dieu
L'a voulu édifiant, et nous, méfiant, insidieux
INDEPENDENZA
Que se remplit de sales principes, gise là
Grise la verdure persiste, vise et mise là
INDEPENDENZA
Que de tous ces chiens crient viva Sentenza
Le maquis nous berce, nous on y perche des potenza
INDEPENDENZA
Mike liberta, Mike une berta
La vie est mal faite et pour beaucoup elle finit barda
INDEPENDENZA
Que se remplit de sales principes, gise là
Grise la verdure persiste, vise et mise là
C'qu'ils pondent ici c'est pour leur adresse
[...]
I AM Independenza
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour
barbara
Du plus loin, que me revienne,
L'ombre de mes amours anciennes,
Du plus loin, du premier rendez-vous,
Du temps des premières peines,
Lors, j'avais quinze ans, à peine,
Cœur tout blanc, et griffes aux genoux,
Que ce furent, j'étais précoce,
De tendres amours de gosse,
Ou les morsures d'un amour fou,
Du plus loin qu'il m'en souvienne,
Si depuis, j'ai dit "je t'aime",
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous,
C'est vrai, je ne fus pas sage,
Et j'ai tourné bien des pages,
Sans les lire, blanches, et puis rien dessus,
C'est vrai, je ne fus pas sage,
Et mes guerriers de passage,
A peine vus, déjà disparus,
Mais à travers leur visage,
C'était déjà votre image,
C'était vous déjà et le cœur nu,
Je refaisais mes bagages,
Et poursuivais mon mirage,
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous,
Sur la longue route,
Qui menait vers vous,
Sur la longue route,
J'allais le cœur fou,
Le vent de décembre,
Me gelait au cou,
Qu'importait décembre,
Si c'était pour vous,
Elle fut longue la route,
Mais je l'ai faite, la route,
Celle-là, qui menait jusqu'à vous,
Et je ne suis pas parjure,
Si ce soir, je vous jure,
Que, pour vous, je l'eus faite à genoux,
Il en eut fallu bien d'autres,
Que quelques mauvais apôtres,
Que l'hiver ou la neige à mon cou,
Pour que je perde patience,
Et j'ai calmé ma violence,
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous,
Les temps d'hiver et d'automne,
De nuit, de jour, et personne,
Vous n'étiez jamais au rendez-vous,
Et de vous, perdant courage,
Soudain, me prenait la rage,
Mon Dieu, que j'avais besoin de vous,
Que le Diable vous emporte,
D'autres m'ont ouvert leur porte,
Heureuse, je m'en allais loin de vous,
Oui, je vous fus infidèle,
Mais vous revenais quand même,
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous,
J'ai pleuré mes larmes,
Mais qu'il me fut doux,
Oh, qu'il me fut doux,
Ce premier sourire de vous,
Et pour une larme,
Qui venait de vous,
J'ai pleuré d'amour,
Vous souvenez-vous ?
Ce fut, un soir, en septembre,
Vous étiez venus m'attendre,
Ici même, vous en souvenez-vous ?
A vous regarder sourire,
A vous aimer, sans rien dire,
C'est là que j'ai compris, tout à coup,
J'avais fini mon voyage,
Et j'ai posé mes bagages,
Vous étiez venus au rendez-vous,
Qu'importe ce qu'on peut en dire,
Je tenais à vous le dire,
Ce soir je vous remercie de vous,
Qu'importe ce qu'on peut en dire,
Je suis venue pour vous dire,
Ma plus belle histoire d'amour, c'est vous...