Pulp fiction, Honey Bunny !

Pulp fiction, Honey Bunny !
A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather

A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in needs a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever

A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather

A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend who'll bleed is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever

A friend in needs a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breast and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather

Pure morning, Placebo

# Posté le dimanche 08 novembre 2009 05:55

From the Lion to the Lamb ! I miss you !

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Nothing else matters, Metallica
From the Lion to the Lamb ! I miss you !

# Posté le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 12:53

Bloody Sunday ! I will walk !

Bloody Sunday ! I will walk !
Closed my door, forgot my key
Missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

Burnt my toast and lost your number
Cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

Had a chat and left my hat
Ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

Called a cabbage, threw the garbage
Asked for help and got some kelp
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

Sunday with a flu, Yodelice

# Posté le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 03:19

"I'm alive..."

"I'm alive..."
On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
that all my destinations will accept the one that's me
so I can breath

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wive's they'll never know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees
they're singing with the dead
overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
guaranteed...

Guaranteed, Eddie Vedder (Into the wild)

# Posté le dimanche 04 octobre 2009 05:33

"Two-bit wackjob, wears a cheap purple suit and make-up." (Un taré à la gomme qui porte un costume violet bon marché et du maquillage)

"Two-bit wackjob, wears a cheap purple suit and make-up." (Un taré à la gomme qui porte un costume violet bon marché et du maquillage)
"Oh, hee-hee, aha. Ha, ooh, hee, ha-ha, ha-ha. And I thought my jokes were bad."

Et moi qui me croyait le roi des mauvaises blagues.

"Give me one reason why I souldn't have my boy pull your head off."

Donne moi une raison de ne pas demander à mes hommes de te faire la peau.

"How about a magic trick ? I'm gonna make this pencil... disappear ! Ta-da ! It's... it's gone !
Oh, and by the way, the suit, it wasn't cheap. You ought to know, you bought it."

Un petit tout de magie, peut-être ? Ce crayon... je vais le faire disparaître ! Il a...disparu !
A propos, il est pas bon marché ce costume. C'est pourtant vous qui l'avez payé.


"Let's wind the clocks back a year. These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you.
I mean, what happened ? Did your balls drop off ?"

Remontons le temps d'une année. Aucun de ces flics, aucun avocat n'aurait osé croiser votre chemin.
Je veux dire, qu'est ce qui s'est passé ? Vos baloches ont mis les voiles ?

"You see, a guy like me..."

Vous voyez, un gars dans mon genre...

"A freak !"

Une bête de foire...

"A guy like me... Look ! Listen !"

Un gars dans mon genre... Bon, écoutez !

"I know why you choose to have your little... group-therapy sessions in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night"

Je sais pourquoi vous avez choisi de tenir votre... séance de thérapie de groupe en pleine journée. Et je sais pourquoi vous avez peur de sortir la nuit


"If you're good at something, never do it for free."

Quand on a du talent, on se doit d'en tirer profit.


"You're crazy !"

T'es dingue !

"No, I'm not. No, I'm not !"

Non, c'est faux. Non, c'est faux !


"Enought from the clown !
You think you can steal from us and just walk away ?"

Ca suffit ! Ras le bol de c'clown !
Tu penses te barrer tranquillement après nous avoir volé ?

"Yeah !"

Ouais !

"I'm putting the word out : five hundred grand for this clown dead. A million alive, so, I can teach him some manners first !"

Faites passer l'mot : 500000 billets pour ce clown mort. Un million vivant que je lui apprenne d'abord les bonnes manières !



The Joker and Gambol

# Posté le jeudi 28 mai 2009 18:30

"What do I yearn ?"

"Tell me more about me."

Dites m'en plus sur moi.


"You want..."

Je sais que vous voulez...


"What do I want ?"

Que croyez vous que je veux ?


"You yearn."

Vous languissez.


"What do I yearn ?"

Je languis de quoi ?


"For what do I yearn ?"

Dites moi, de quoi je languis ?


"That makes you a very clever librerian."

Vous êtes une bibliothécaire très perspicace."



The queen of the damned
"What do I yearn ?"

# Posté le jeudi 21 mai 2009 18:20