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DUEL (Musique) posté le vendredi 09 février 2007 02:47

What you waitin' for hung up !

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Wind it up - Gwen Stefani (Musique) posté le vendredi 09 février 2007 02:16

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High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-lay-hee-hoo
Yodel back with the girl and goatherd
Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-oo

Wind it up
Wind it up, uh, uh,
Uh, uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Yodellay, yodallay, yodel-low

(Yeah)
This is the key that makes us wind up
When the beat comes on, the girls all line up
And the boys all look, but know, they can't touch
But the girls want to know why boys like us so much

They like the way we dance, they like the way we work
They like that way that L.A.M.B. is going 'cross my shirt
They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She's crazy, right?)
They like the way we react every time we dance

Every time the bass bangs, realize it calls your name
Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up
Get in line now

Uh, uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, (Come on) uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Yodellay, yodallay, yodel-low

You've got to let the beat get under your skin
You've got to open up, and let it all in
But see, once it gets in, the popin' begins
And then you find out, why all the boys stare

See, they're trying to bite our style
Trying to study our approach
They like the way we do it, so original
I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room
This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go

Every time the bass bangs, realize it calls your name
Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up
Get in line now

Uh, uh, uh, wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Y'all ready)

Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, Yodellay, yodallay, yodel-low

Uh uh huh, it's your moment
Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it
Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin'
Hell yeah, and you know they're watchin'

Get it girl, get it, get it girl
Get it girl, get it, get it girl
To the front, to the side,
To the back, but don't let him ride

Keep goin' girl, it's your night
Don't let him steal your light
I know he thinks you're fine and stuff
But does he know how to wind you up?
(Come on)

Uh, uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Wind it up, Yodellay, yodellay, yodellay, hey

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My way - Robbie Williams (Musique) posté le vendredi 09 février 2007 00:11

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Et maintenant que la fin est proche ;

Et que je fais face au rideau final,

Mon ami, je le dirai tout haut,

J'affirmerai mon cas, dont je suis certain,

J'ai vécu une vie pleine.

J'ai parcouru chacune et l'ensemble des routes ;

Mais plus encore, plus encore que ça,

Je l'ai fait à ma façon.

Des regrets, j'en ai eu quelques uns ;

Mais une fois encore, trop peu pour qu'ils soient mentionnés.

J'ai fait ce que j'avais à faire

Et cela sans exception.

J'ai anticipé chaque portion ;

Chaque pas important sur mon chemin,

Mais plus, plus encore que ça,

Je l'ai fait à ma façon.

Oui, il y a eu des moments, dont tu as dû entendre parler

Où j'ai eu les yeux plus gros que le ventre.

Mais au-delà de tout ça, quand il y avait un doute,

Je n'en ai fait qu'une bouchée et l'ai recrachée.

J'ai fait face à tout et je suis resté grand ;

Et je l'ai fait à ma façon.

J'ai aimé, j'ai ri et pleuré.

J'ai connu la plénitude; ma part d'échecs.

Et maintenant que les larmes ont séché,

Tout cela me semble si amusant.

Penser que j'ai fait tout cela ;

Et je me permets de le dire - sans timidité,

Non, oh non pas moi,

Je l'ai fait à ma façon.

Qu'est-ce qu'un homme, que possède-t-il ?

Si ce n'est lui, sinon il n'a rien,

Pour dire les choses qu'il ressent sincèrement ;

Et non les mots de celui qui est à genoux.

L'histoire montre que j'ai coupé les souffles,

Et que je l'ai fait à ma façon !

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In my place - Coldplay (Musique) posté le jeudi 08 février 2007 23:55

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me

Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh yeah

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Me and my monkey - Robbie Williams (Musique) posté le jeudi 08 février 2007 23:52

There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and rollerblades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face)
He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas ?' I said 'no'
He said 'that's where we're gonna go - you need a change of pace'
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well ?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've got a monkey bed !'

Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen
before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they'll rock your world'
So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
'What's up? You'd better get your ass in here boy, your monkey's having too
much of a good time !'

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy The Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
'My name is Rodriguez', he says with death in his eye
'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey's gonna die!'

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy
huh...
And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
huh huh...
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow ?

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