Flood musical

Rappel du premier message :

I'm not like them but i can pretend
The sun is gone but i have a light
The day is done but i'm having fun

I think i'm dumb Or maybe just happy
Think i'm just happy :note:

Welcome to the jungle, we've got funny games :note:

Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway !


I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead... I'd rather be face down in the dirt whit a bullet in my head... :note:

Ô toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges,
Dieu trahi par le sort et privé de louanges,

Ô Prince de l'exil, à qui l'on a fait du tort,
Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresses plus fort,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère !

Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
Guérisseur familier des angoisses humaines,

Toi qui, même aux lépreux, aux parias maudits,
Enseignes par l'amour le goût du Paradis.

Ô toi qui de la mort, ta vieille et forte amante,
Engendras l'Espérance, une folle charmante !

Toi qui fais au proscrit ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un échafaud,

Toi qui sais en quels coins des terres envieuses
Le Dieu jaloux cacha les pierres précieuses,

Toi dont l'œil clair connaît les profonds arsenaux
Où dort enseveli le peuple des métaux,

Toi dont la large main cache les précipices
Au somnambule errant au bord des édifices,

Toi qui, magiquement, assouplis les vieux os
De l'ivrogne attardé foulé par les chevaux,

Toi qui, pour consoler l'homme frêle qui souffre,
Nous appris à mêler le salpêtre et le soufre,

Toi qui poses ta marque, ô complice subtil,
Sur le front du Crésus impitoyable et vil,

Toi qui mets dans les yeux et dans le cœur des filles
Le culte de la plaie et l'amour des guenilles,

Bâton des exilés, lampe des inventeurs,
Confesseur des pendus et des conspirateurs,

Père adoptif de ceux qu'en sa noire colère
Du paradis terrestre a chassés Dieu le Père,

Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs
De l'Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence !
Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l'Arbre de Science,
Près de toi se repose, à l'heure où sur ton front
Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s'épandront !

Now I lay me down to sleep
Blah blah blah my soul to keep
If I die before I wake...
I'll go to hell for heaven's sake !

Breaking Up or Breaking Down
When I need you, you can't be found
I want someone who's around for me
Does it have to be so complicated?
Either way I'm devastated
I could use a little comforting

I don't make mistakes
You say it's growing pains
And when I feel ashamed
You say it's growing pains
When im crying out for change
You say its growing pains
I don't make mistakes
I don't grow in pain

Bruce Willis is dead !

Vous êtes des animaux.
Vous allez crever.

Fear Of The Dark ...

We come to life !!!

It's fun to stay at the YYYMCAAA-A. Yeah.

This is the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the landside, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy

Gadylaga daï a écrit:

This is the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the landside, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy

Queen !

Sinon:

This storm...
Lightning, fears, winds and monstrous waves!
A demonic tempest!
My men, gone, raining

"I command!"

We set sail!

"I beg you, my captain!
Christ has forbidden to set sail on east on sunday!"

What!?
Your God!?
May he suffocate, may he rot!
Clamp the bible, close to me,
His book of lies I shall now cast into the sea!

"This is blasphemy!"

Your hold your tongue or rip it out and have your heart for mutiny...

"No! You cannot send us into madness! We shall not obey!"

With my knife I slowly penetrate his tender throat!

I curse and rage: "Godverdomme! Wij zullen varen, al betekent het mijn dood!"

"Can't recall those days of old
Some were stolen, some were sold
They won't ever come back
Pages turned, time after time
Bridges burned and left behind
But my sun still shines black"
Sun shines Black du groupe Poisonblack

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

flying on a free flight
driving all night with my machinery
cause I
I got the power any hour
to show the man in me
I got
reputations blown to pieces with my artillery
well I'll be guiding and we'll be riding
giving what you got to me
don't you struggle
don't you fight
don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight
let me put my love into you babe
let me put my love on the line
let me put my love into you babe
let me cut your cake with my knife


La finesse façon grande époque