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Monsieur H, basse ; Monsieur Méta, chant ; Chichiléo, guitare ; Jim, Guitare.
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Monsieur H, basse ; Monsieur Méta, chant ; Chichiléo, guitare ; Jim, Guitare.
Jeudi 10 mai 2007
C'est t'y pas utile hein ?
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Vendredi 22 juin 2007
Lundi 2 juillet 2007
Lyric
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Say you don't know me, or recognise my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares - they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh, but we just lost the beat
Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball in two watt guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're the ship of fools
Looking for America, crawling through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
Out on another gorgeous sunny Saturday, I'm seeing that bumper-to-bumper traffic)
Don't you remember? (remember)
(Here's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
(We built, we built this city)
Built this city (we built, we built this city)
(Repeat until fade)
Mein Gott
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Say you don't know me, or recognise my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares - they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll!
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh, but we just lost the beat
Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball in two watt guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're the ship of fools
Looking for America, crawling through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
Out on another gorgeous sunny Saturday, I'm seeing that bumper-to-bumper traffic)
Don't you remember? (remember)
(Here's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)
Marconi plays the mamba,
Listen to the radio -
Don't you remember?
We built this city,
We built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
(We built, we built this city)
Built this city (we built, we built this city)
(Repeat until fade)
Mein Gott
Jeudi 5 juillet 2007
Et son album est vraiment bien (contrairement à celui de Paul McCartney, qui a dû décéder en même temps que Lennon c'est pas possible, et Chaos in the Backyard a été enregistré en 68 !)
Jeudi 12 juillet 2007
Samedi 14 juillet 2007
Hahaha rien que pour toi Riccardo !
Lundi 3 septembre 2007
| My Rifle, my Pony and me |
| (Dean Martin & Ricky Nelson in the movie Rio Bravo) |
| Transcribed by Petra Lehmann |
| C | F | C | F | |
| Purple light in the | canyons that's where | I long to | be |
| C | F | C | F | |
| With my | three good | companions just my | rifle, pony and | me |
| C | F | C | F | |
| Gonna | hang my | sombrero on the | limb of a | tree |
| C | F | C | F | C | |
| Comin' | home sweetheart | darling just my | rifle, | pony and | me |
| F | C | F | |
| With the wind in the | willow sings a | sweet melo | dy |
| C | F | C | F | |
| Ridin' | to Ama | rillo just my | rifle, pony and | me |
| C | F | C | F | |
| No more | cows to be | ropin' no more | strays will I | see |
| C | F | C | F | C | |
| Round the | bend she'll be | waitin' for my | rifle, | pony and | me |
| C | F | C | |
| For my | rifle, my | pony and | me |
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