mar 252011
 

« FRIDAY » by Rebecca Black, as interpreted by a bad lip reader. « GANG FIGHT » !

La chanson de Rebecca Black continue de développer la créativité des internautes. Cette fois, c’est une personne capable de lire sur les lèvres, mais mal, qui a réécris les paroles selon ce qu’elle a compris. Le titre passe de Friday à Gang Fight !

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mar 222011
 

It’s nice to hear Stephan Hawking released a single.

This song, Friday, by Rebecca Black, is becoming extremely popular on the Internet, right now. It is dubbed : the worst music video ever. The lyrics, the song, and the music video are worse than expected, indeed. Anyway, this song is becoming so popular, a number of parodies appeared here and there on the webosphere.  Watch all the parodies on the next page. A mème is born !

Rebecca Black chante les vendredis comme personne. C’est insupportable à écouter. Et surtout son titre Friday fait partie des territoires sur lesquels personne ne doit s’aventurer sérieusement. Chanter le Vendredi sérieusement et se l’approprier pour faire de l’argent, c’est un peu comme si on chantait le Chamedi de la même manière. C’est interdit et ça ne se fait pas sans représailles. Sa chanson est tranquillement en train de s’élever au rang de mème. Regardez plutôt page suivante : Continue reading »

nov 072010
 

Vama, un des plus célèbres groupes de rock roumain, accompagné du rappeur français Ralflo, ont mis en ligne jeudi 4 novembre cette réponse, en chanson, à la politique d’expulsions des Roms initiée par Nicolas Sarkozy. La chanson s’intitule « Sarkozy versus Gypsy  » [via]

Lyrics/paroles de  Sarkozy versus Gypsy, by VAMA feat. Ralflo

We love to live and we live to travel
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit

We’re looking for the better way
But you decide we cannot stay
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit

You take the right to dream, to work
Three hundred euros won’t buy hope
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop!

The fingerprint is not our soul
We’re human beings first of all
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!

R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies

We ask permission to love your country
Why don’t you like it, why don’t you like it
Hop, hop,
Why don’t you like it

If all the gypsies were to steal
Tour Eiffel would disappear

Alalalikeit, alalalikeit
Hop! Hop!

The world belongs to all the people
Gypsy people is not people?
Hop! Hop!
Alalalikeit
Gypsy groove and French chanson
We all play l’accordeon
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!

R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies

Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!

La France s’imprègne d’un sale arôme
Ca blaire le pogrom le long des aérodromes
Ils brisent, rasent les palettes des romantiques
Vident nets les caravanes de leurs sérums
Culs secs, 3 shooters puis on gerbe le rhum
Expulse par tripes aéroportées c’est des roms
Ce Roméo atterrit en Roumanie
Juliette est un homme elle l’a bannit Abolit
Les frontières Comme Ebola
Elle boula sa définition
Du vrai Rome Surhomme
Consensus de leur forum
Y’a de quoi écrire des milliers de romans
On est tous des fils de tzig, de nomades, de migrants
Sarkozy lui continue d’en faire des tonnes
Alors que tous les chemins mènent aux Roms

(France smells like a bad aroma
It’s like a riot along the runways
They are crushing, demolishing the vivid dreams of the romantics
Remove their serums from all caravans
Cash, 3 shooters and we throw up the rum
The Rom(a) sent away, guts by airmail
This Romeo lands in Romania
Juliet is a man, she banished him
Abolished borders as Ebola did
Definition of Roma, the real, modified
Superman, consensus, all abide
One could write thousands of novels about
We are all sons of gypsies, nomads, migrants
Sarkozy continues to do a lot
But still all roads lead to the Rom(a).)

R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies

R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies, gypsies

juin 072010
 

A song about Monkey, Chicken and duck. Mostly.

Une chanson qui parle de singe, de poulet et de canard. Principalement.

Lyrics / paroles de  Chicken Monkey Duck, by Mike Phirman from the album The Very Last Songs I Will Ever Record (Part 1) :

Monkey chicken chicken,
Monkey Chicken, duck duck,
Chicken monkey monkey, Chicken Monkey,
chicken chicken monkey duck.
Monkey duck,
Chicken duck,
Monkey monkey duck duck,
Chicken Monkey, chicken chicken monkey,
« Chicken Monkey Duck. »

Chicken chicken monkey duck,
Chicken Monkey, duck duck,
Chicken chicken monkey,
Chicken monkey,
Chicken duck.
Chicken duck duck,
Chicken monkey monkey duck,
« Chicken Monkey Duck? »
Chicken duck.
Monkey duck duck:
Chicken chicken, monkey,
Chicken, monkey monkey, Chicken Monkey.
Chicken chicken monkey?
Chicken, monkey monkey,
« Chicken Monkey Duck. »

Chicken chicken, monkey,
« Chicken Monkey Duck. »
Chicken chicken, duck.
Chicken Monkey, monkey,
Chicken Monkey—chicken duck.

Duck, Chicken Monkey
Chicken chicken monkey, chicken.
Duck duck,
Chicken chicken, duck.
Chicken, monkey monkey…
Chicken!

Duck duck, Chicken Monkey,
Chicken chicken, monkey.
Chicken Chicken (monkey monkey),
Chicken monkey,
« Chicken Monkey Duck. »

Chicken chicken chicken,
Monkey monkey,
Chicken Monkey:
Duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck,
« Goose. »

chiken_monkey_duck_mike-phirman

To download his album : [Mike Phirman]

mai 222010
 

An acoustic performance of cigarettes in the theatre by two door cinema club. It is set in a booth on the belfast wheel and originally appeared in BABYSWEET TV: EPISODE ONE.

  • Lyrics/paroles de Cigarettes in the Theatre, by Two Door Cinema Club :

It starts in the theatre
A night of encounters
If I hadn’t been there
If not for a cigarette

And you could see it change
Look past the blinding light
Look past the blinding light
Just keep taking now
Tell me your favourite things
Tell me your favourite things

Difference in opinion was never an issue
Collect all your questions
Because this time we’ve all night

And you could see it change
Look past the blinding light
Look past the blinding light
Just keep taking now
Tell me your favourite things
Tell me your favourite things

cigarette_in_a_theatre_two-door-cinema_club

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avr 272010
 

Space Monkey travels in Space looking for a new planet

Je me suis interdit de mettre des pubs sur mon site, mais cette vidéo, même si elle a un message écolo, est aussi un clip de musique étonnant. C’est d’ailleurs pour moi, une excellente vidéo de musique avec un singe de l’espace. La chanson est Song for the Divine Mother of the Universe interprétée par Ben Lee. J’espère qu’elle vous plaira.

Created as a collaboration between World Wildlife Fund (WWF), Ben Lee and Leo Burnett, « Space Monkey » carries a message about our planet, and features Ben Lee’s track, « Song for the Divine Mother of the Universe ».

Paroles / Lyrics of Song for the Divine Mother of the Universe Lyrics by Ben Lee:
Sweet mother I’m coming home
Now I know I’m not alone
Cause I’ve been far
Now I’m close
Sweet mother I’m coming home

Tell me mother can
you hear me sing
Your love is everything
Heart and soul
Breath and skin
Your love is everything

Oh mother, please hold me tight
Cause mother I need
some help tonight
What went wrong
Will soon be right
Oh mother, please hold me tight
Tell me mother can
you hear me sing
Your love is everything
Heart and soul
Breath and skin
Your love is everything

Oh mother, this world is strange
Love me
mother and make me brave
In my dreams
On this stage
Oh mother, this world is strange

Tell me mother can
you hear me sing
Your love is everything
Heart and soul
Breath and skin
Your love is everything

Tell me mother can
you hear me sing
Your love is everything
Heart and soul
Breath and skin
Your love is everything…

space monkey song