le “meilleur de” fersen réenregistré avec sa voix et deux ukulélé, c’est sobre, c’est excellent.
leo ferré : ils ont voté
je déconseille le jour d’un carnaval 
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2epo_ … d-no-limit
Dommage qu’il y ait les parties “chanson” (tant le rap que la gonzesse, mauvaises prestations toutes deux).
greuh, qui aimait bien le beat de cette chanson.
Silmarils : “le 3ème tour”
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Un des rares groupes qui permettait de tenir le choc dans les années 80.
Sur cet album Kim Wilson est toujours à la barre mais Jimmy “frere de” Vaughan est parti. Pas grave, à la place on a deux grattes donc Duke Robillard, trés en forme.
Et le fabuleux Ordinary people
In a dusty town
a clock struck high noon,
Two men stood face to face.
One wore black and one wore white,
But of fear there wasn’t a trace.
Two hundred years later
two hot rods drag race
through the very same place,
And a half a million people,
moved in to pick up the pace.
A factory full of people,
Makin’ parts to go to outer space.
A train load of people,
They were aimin’ for another place.
Out of town people.
There’s a man in the window
with a big cigar,
Says everything’s for sale.
The house and the boat
and the railroad car.
The owner’s gotta go to jail.
He acquired these things
from a life of crime,
Now he’s selling them
to raise his bail.
He was rippin’ off the people.
Sellin’ guns to the underground.
Tryin’ to help the people,
Lose their ass
for a piece of ground.
Rippin’ off the people.
Skimmin’ the top when
there was no one around.
Tryin’ to help the people.
He was dealing antiques
in a hardware store,
But he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full
of the guns of war,
And a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane,
Kept a bolt on the door
with five pit bulls inside.
Just a warning to the people,
Who might try to break in at night.
Protection from the people,
Selling safety
in the darkest night.
Tryin’ to help the people.
Get the drugs
to the street all right.
Ordinary people.
Well, it’s hard to say
where a man goes wrong,
Might be here
and it might be there.
What starts out weak
might get too strong,
If you can’t tell foul from fair.
But it’s hard to judge
from an angry throng,
Of hands stretched into the air.
The vigilante people.
Takin’ law into their own hands.
Conscientious people.
Crackin’ down on
the druglord’s land.
Government people.
Confiscatin’ all
the dealer’s land.
Patch-of-ground people.
Down at the factory,
they’re puttin’ new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things,
And the homeless
just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once,
and they live here now,
But they might work here again,
They’re ordinary people.
And they’re livin’ in a nightmare.
Hard workin’ people.
And they don’t know
how they got there.
Ordinary people.
And they think that you don’t care.
Hard workin’ people.
Down on the assembly line,
they keep puttin’
the same thing out.
But the people today,
they just ain’t buyin’.
Nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell
to build a quality end,
They’re workin’ hard
without a doubt,
They’re ordinary people.
And the dollar’s
what it’s all about.
Hard workin’ people.
But the customers are walkin’ out.
Lee Iacocca people.
Yeah, they look
but they just don’t buy.
Hard workin’ people.
Two out of work models
and a fashion slave,
Try to dance away
the Michelob night.
The bartender poured
himself another drink,
While two drunks sat
watchin’ the fight.
The champ went down,
then he got up again,
And then he went out like a light.
He was fightin’ for the people,
But his timing wasn’t right.
For Las Vegas people,
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight.
High rollin’ people,
Takin’ limos
though the neon night.
Fightin’ for the people.
And then a new Rolls Royce
and a company car,
They went flyin’ down the street.
Each one tryin’
to make it to the gate,
Before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products
for the modern home,
Set to roll out into the street,
Of downtown people,
Tryin’ to make their way to work.
Nose-to-the-stone people,
Some are saints, and some are jerks.
Hard workin’ people,
Stoppin’ for a drink
on the way to work.
Alcoholic people,
Yeah, they’re takin’ it
one day, one day at a time.
Out on the railroad track,
they’re cleanin’ up number 9.
They’re scrubbin’ the boiler down,
well, she really is lookin’ fine.
Ah, she’s lookin’ so good,
they’re gonna
bring her back on line.
Ordinary people.
They’re gonna bring
the good things back.
Nose-to-the stone people.
Put the business back on track.
Ordinary people,
I got faith in the regular kind.
Hard workin’ people.
Patch-of-ground people.
Vite fait pour bouncer un peu là…
ça dech’ bien (manque plus qu’une bonne Kriek 
)
tu as pris la compléte finalement ? (qu’est-ce que je l’aime celui là)
Oui! 
je l’ai finalement trouvé à moins de 30 euros Fdp compris
Et je ne le regrette pas
Rheingold
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (Complete Recording)
bertrand dit:
Ah oui... il est excellent celui-à aussi.
Harmonieux et inquiet…
Blanc et Acide…
Jingle Jangle
Encore vert
Chaud, triste et lascif
Surement le groupe que je préfère écouter en ce moment…
une country bien glauque…
Edit : Album de toute beauté même si ce n’est pas le plus simple pour rentrer dans leur univers…
Le dernier album de The Mars Volta, “Bedlam in Goliath”
Je le fais tourner en boucle dans mon baladeur histoire d’avoir bien les morceaux dans l’oreille quand j’irai les voir le mois prochain, à l’Olympia (paris) !
Je crois savoir que le Grand Vilain, il aime bien ce groupe, aussi.
Romantique, sec et nerveux