Rions beaucoup

[DaFrog]

[bibabeuloula]

Rire ou pleurer ?

Ils écoutent le break de “In The Air Tonight” pour la première fois et c'est magique..


Une vidéo de jumeaux se filmant en train d'écouter le morceau de Phil Collins pour la première fois est devenue virale, prouvant que le break de batterie de In The Air Tonight n'a rien perdu de sa force, 40 ans après sa parution.

Un drop qui n'a rien perdu de sa superbe, 40 ans après sa publication, comme en témoigne la réaction des mélomanes, estomaqués par la rythmique soudaine du titre. Un moment magique, évidemment repris sur Twitter, forcément vécu par quiconque a déjà écouté le titre.


https://www.lesinrocks.com/2020/08/10/m ... t-magique/

Bien marrant

[Echoes]

[Remi Aldo]

vu sur un autre forum ( et j'ai trouvé ça drôle, j'ai honte)

[Jo Bolais]

[nunu]

Dans la série je sais pas quoi foutre de ma vie je vous présente le mec qui a pris tous les "Yeah" (ca date de 2014 donc il manque un album) prononcé par James Hetfield dans les chansons de Metallica, qui les a mis bout a bout pour en faire une chanson

[Jo Bolais]

Il a trop écouté Georgie Fame

[Cooltrane]

tit.jpeg (122.32 Kio) Vu 3981 fois

[Jo Bolais]

C'est ce qu'on nous fait croire car en vrai le Titanic n'a jamais coulé. Tout ça a été réalisé en studio

[Algernon]

Lui aussi avait fait montre d'humour

https://www.lemonde.fr/europe/article/2 ... _3214.html

[Danzik]

[DaFrog]

Vach’ment beaucoup !

[Algernon]

J'ai failli le mettre l'autre jour

[Danzik]

Un remède à la morosité ambiante dans bien des domaines... Cet hurluberlu à fait des trucs incroyables tout de même !

Sous estimé ?

[Jo Bolais]

La crétinerie, à ce niveau, tutoie le génie

[Monsieur-Hulot]

C'est ce qu'on nous fait croire car en vrai le Titanic n'a jamais coulé. Tout ça a été réalisé en studio

L'aurait du s’appeler le "Mea CULPA" ça aurait été plus sûr...

[Unserious Sam]

Les céréales à la mode :



Après le port du masque, le masque du porc :

[Algernon]

Avec le bon vieux calembour qui va avec : céréales killer

[nunu]

Vous aimez les céréales ? Vous aimez les mascottes ?



Un morceau du groupe de metal Lish King qui met en scene la guerre entre les mascottes des boite de céréales et les mascottes des groupes de metal. Faut pas se demander qui gagne a la fin.

One day there was a mascot war, the body count was large
Metal vs. cereal, and Eddie led the charge
Toucan Sam was kneecapped and his beak was smashed apart
When Murray clubbed him in the face and then ripped out his heart

Tony didn't feel so great when Wrex opened his head
With some friendly violent fun that stupid tiger fuck was dead
Not manned up and with a punch proceded to lay waste
Planted a fistful of metal right in Wendell's smarmy face

Silly Rabbit didn't look, was in for quite a shock
When Vic Rattlehead came from behind and brained him with a rock
Snaggletooth impaled Booberry on his piggy tusks
And then roasted him, his breath turning the undead fiend to dust

It's a mascot war

Grim Reaper jumped his motorcycle through a church window
There he found the Corn Flake Rooster, killed him with a solid blow
Jack-O-Lantern took one of the seven keys, said "die,"
And then Lucky, that poor bastard got it crammed into his eye

Honey Bee and Chaley battled high above the ground
With a hammer of his head the winged skull, he won the round
Flotzilla towered high above the battle, with a chop
It was doomsday for deceivers known as Snap, Crackle and Pop
Count Chocula, a wooden stake inside his heart, was slain
It was placed there with no mercy by bloodthirsty Baphomet
Cap'n Crunch was stomped upon and then his head was pissed
Because Sargent D was coming and he was on his list

There's too much at stake tonight
Metal mascots take the throne
Diggum's skull is gleaming white
And Frankenberry dies alone
Frankenberry dies alone
Frankenberry dies alone
Mascot war

Breakfasttime your time is up
Show the Honeycomb thing no fear
Hold fast and stand your ground
Our time is now, our moment's here

[Unserious Sam]

C'est la version metal de "The Battle Of Epping Forest" :

Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'cause they disagree on a gangland boundary.
Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary.

There's Willy Wright and his boys -
One helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...

The Battle of Epping Forest,
It's the Battle of Epping Forest,
Right outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.

Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.

Georgie moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head;
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
Nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come the cavalry!)

Admidst the battle roar,
Accountants keep the score: 10-4.
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.

It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets,
The other kids hid - so they did!
Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
"I do my double-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick.
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave,
Then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framded!"

They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began when I went on a tour,
Hoping to find some furniture.
I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest".
It led to a lady who showed me her best.
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.

"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
We could interest you in our Staffordshire plate?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I visited people;
For this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
When the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange foundation,
Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation;
He'd had to hide his reputation.
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door.
But now, with a pin-up guru every week,
It's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.

He employed me as a karmacanic, with overall charms.
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're in
The Battle of Epping Forest,
It's the Battle of Epping Forest,
Right outside your door.
We guard your souls for peanuts,
And we guard your shops and houses
For just a little more.

In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
But he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in a mess, Bob seems under stress,
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
Fires acorns from out of his sling.
(Here come the cavalry!)

Up, up above the crowd,
Inside their Silver Cloud, done proud,
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.

Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day
And the Clouds roll away.
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count
At the break-in of day.
When the limos return for their final review, it's all through'
- all they can see is the morning goo.
"There's no-one left alive - must be draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.