J'espere que ce jeu sympathique, initié cet apres-midi par Dam, Dark chouette et Bathory trouvera son prolongement sur ce topic .

J'ouvre donc les hostilitée avec une qui ne devrait pas vous poser trop de probleme :

"Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice

Come quitely to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower

Die on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with president brown"
:?:
Alors, Je veux l'interprete et le nom de la song.
A vous !

Dead Kennedys - California Uber Alles.

(mmmh bon faudra jouer le jeu sur ce topic, par ce que la triche est facile.. à moins qu'on ne transforme ça en vrai blind test, avec des extrait de ziks autres que des b.o)

J'enchaine:

There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I've never been one of them.

I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
A Catholic the moment Dad came...

Je trouve que le concept est assez bancal quand même. Pour une capture de film, même si on connait pas l'oeuvre, on peut se raccrocher à ce qu'on voit à l'image, faire travailler ses méninges. Une zik de film, idem, on peut imaginer à quel genre on a à faire rien qu'en l'écoutant. Alors que là, tout le monde ayant une culture musicale différente et les des paroles n'ayant rien de véritablement spécifique (sauf exception), c'est vraiment trop large.
Enfin moi je dis ça parce que je suis nul à ce genre de trucs (bien pour ça que je participe pas au jeu des citations).

Bé on peut toujours faire en sorte de proposer des trucs qu'on sait plus ou moins connus (des succes, ou des trucs choyés sur ce forum). Mais perso je serais pour un vrai blind test avec de vrais extraits de zik.

Astuce , c'est les MONTHY PYTHON "Every sperm is sacred" dans THE MEANING OF LIFE

En cas de victoire, c'est au choix du gagnant, il peut poster des lyrics ou , s'il le peut un extrait.
Fait pas la tete Dirty, on va bien se marer !

J'enchaine :
"With the lights out it’s less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea"
?

Ha bah oui, pas bete.

(bon sinon là, je vois pas)

C'est pourtant ultra facile,  tu connais !

Non mais les paroles me disent quelque chose, mais j'arriverai pas à remettre là (pas à cette heure ci, en tout cas).

Edit (Piaf): ha bah si, finalement ça a fait son chemin, Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Bon un truc facile: hop.

Mister STEVIE WONDER "Supersticious" !

Pas moyen de posterdes extraits pour moi  :cry:

"Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die"
?

Ouais je me suis dit qu'ouvrir un blind test avec un aveugle, c'était un peu la classe ultime.

Je sais pas quelle chanson mais c'est The Doors, non?

ALABAMA SONG des doors  8) .

Je trouve ça mieux avec des paroles, de chansons un peu connue quand meme, ça change justement du classique blind test.
...
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
...
I wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

...

(bah on peut alterner, c'est vraiment une bonne idée, ça rythmera le jeu)

Johnny Cash - Hurt.

J'enchaine: hop

Edit (Piaf): Héhé, t'as édité trop tard dam, y'avait encore les couplets avec "hurt" quand j'ai lu ton post (j'aurais surement pas trouvé sans ça, hihi).

Non, c'était nine inchnail-hurt.
t'as perdu !

edit, c'est super chiant, ton extrait, chanson hyper connu, dont je ne connais pas l'artiste, et pourtant je suis sur d'avoir deja vu quelquepart qui était l'auteur.

Hin hin.

(remarque je connais quasi pas NIN, et j'ai decouvert celle de Jonnhy Cash y'a tres peu de temps)



Hin hin hin.

(c'est un peu le but de ce jeu: frustrer avec des trucs connus qu'on connait mal, encore que là, c'est pas tres dur)

Hop.

c'est US3 "Cantaloop" sur HAND ON THE TORCH

Ben finalement, je trouve qu'alterner lyrics et extraits, c'est cool

La suite :
"Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin’ to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a’ cruisnin’ down the ville
The muezzin was a’ standing
On the radiator grille..."
:?:

rock the casbah de The Clash

A toi !
Extraits audio si tu peux ou lyrics  

ça me rassure en fait, je connais pas.
Rock the casbah par contre, la je trouve de suite.

j'enchaine

on candystripe legs the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom
and suddenly ! a movement in the cornerof
the room ! and threre is nothing i can do when i
realise with fright that spiderman is having you for diner tonight !


très facile à vous !

Lullaby-the cure

la suite :

I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Back and Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My, It's A Mirage
...

So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin'
You'll Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button?
But Yo I'm Out And I'm Gone
I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On

'Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet
You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage
...


I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate
But I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place
Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My Face
But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel
I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle
What Could It Be, It's A Mirage
...

j'aurais du me mefier avec ton avatar !  :twisted:  à toi !

the BEASTIE BOYS "Sabotage"

yes.

C'est facile (vu qu'il y a le titre dansles lyrics ) mais j'aime trop cette chanson alors je propose quand meme:

"Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows..."
?

Everybody knows-leonard cohen.


It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the ... is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the ... I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And ...  is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the ... is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the ... is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the ... is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the ... is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the ...  is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
And the ...  is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.


Moi aussi, le titre dans le texte mais je l'ai caché, oui je sais le texte est long, ça pas aider et puis je l'adore.

Yep, à toi...

Bon alors j'crois que c'est Johny Cash , mais j'me rappelle plus quelle chanson...
I'll be back !

il l'a reprise, oui effectivement, c'est pas de lui.
t'es sur la voie, tu vas peut etre retrouver le titre.
moi, je vais me coucher.

:oops: j'ai honte : c'est NICK CAVE & THE BACK SEED "The mercy seat"

La suite :

"There’s a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees

We call it ***** *** ******
We call it ***** *** ******

It’s a lot like life
This play between the sheets
With you on top and me underneath
Forget all about equality

Let’s play ***** *** ******
Let’s play ***** *** ******

It’s a lot like life
And that’s what’s appealing
If you despise that throwaway feeling
From disposable fun
Then this is the one

Domination’s the name of the game
In bed or in life
They’re both just the same
Except in one you’re fulfilled
At the end of the day

Let’s play ***** *** ******
Let’s play ***** *** ******

Let’s play ***** *** ******
Come on, ***** *** ******"

Good night !

Master and Servants
Depede moche

Content de te voir l'archiviste !
A toi... (Je rappelle que sont autorisé les citations de lyrics et les extraits audios , histoire qu'on varie les plaisirs.)

--------------------------
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, How I love you

Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end

And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, How I love you

How I Love You de Jossé Patroqui?

C'est le classique "Night in white satin" de MOODY BLUES !

j'enchaine avec le groupe préféré de pas mal de monde :

"cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a ...

i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a ..."

PiXIES -Wave of mutilation.
(mon groupe préféré.)

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
...
It's on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show

Rhaaaa, non de Zeus, j'connais ! Mais cékoidonc deja ?
edit: Bordel, c'est "Life on mars" de David BOWIE, une de mes chansons préférée ! :oops:


"Here come old flat top
He come groovin’ up slowly
He got jo jo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot coca-cola
He say ’i know you, you know me’
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free"

Come together-the beatles.

There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid, AFRAID to die
My fading voice sings of love,
But she cries to the clicking of time
Of time

Wait in the fire...

And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh my love
And the rain is falling and i believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave
Leave behind

Wait in the fire...

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

Grace de Jeff Buckley



Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand

Rhalala, j'connais ... mais j'arrive pas à me souvenir :? !
C'est du rock ?
P'tet du KORN ?

Pas du Korn, nan. Mais tu chauffes.

C'est pas smells like teen spirit? de nirvana?

si.

Bravo, à toi.

'tain, la lose...
j'avais pas vu que t'avais répondu et qu'il y avait ttroiis pages depuis :oops:  :oops:
Je comprenais plus rien.

Stinkfist de Tool, album Aenima ( a quand le live nondidiou ?! )

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone

I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Tom Waits -  Jockey Full of Bourbon (j'adore).

"Who's in bunker, who's in bunker?
Women and children first
Women and children first
Women and children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I..

Who's in bunker, who's in bunker
I've seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen enough
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children..

Here I'm allowed, everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed, everything all of the time

Ice age coming, ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both..

Ice age coming, ice age coming
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the..

We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening

Mobiles working
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money..

Here I'm allowed, everything all of the time
Background:
The first of the children"

Radiohead "Idioteque"

It's going down tonight in this town
Cause they stare and growl
They all stare and growl
I take a scar everytime i cry
Cause it aint my style no it aint my style
Going down to the gravel head to the barrel
Take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles come scam me please
Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am
With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
Stripped of the right to be a human in control
It's warmer in hell so down we go

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All i see is dead wings

It's a ghost town rabid underworld
Dionysian night vitriolic twilight
A mirage comes up it never ends
Once you get burnt youre never the same
Left behind erased from time
Aint no decency in being boxed up alive
Look around aint no R.I.P. signs here
We dont rest in peace
We just disappear

So here we are Los Angeles
No angels singing in your valley of unease
I watch the sun roll down the pacific
Over hookered sunset strip

Theres a black moon tonight
Aint shining down on the western neon lights

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is nothing

The Distillers - City of angels

Je crois avoir deviner, le groupe, plus qu'a trouver la chanson.