Qu'est-ce que vous écoutez en ce moment ?

[louloucha]

Pareil !

[Ljub]

Si on devait remplacer La Marseillaise, ce serait par cette chanson.

[Ljub]

 

[Torque]

il y a 14 minutes, Ljub a dit :

 

Tu ne serais pas en train de nous couver une petite dépression, toi..?

[Ljub]

C'est pas faux 🤔😁 !...

[B i b]

The Strokes en 2002 à la Mutualité pour leur premier album

https://radiofrance.fr/franceinter/podcasts/c-est-lenoir/the-strokes-a-la-mutualite-8617016 

 

[borneo]

 

[Ljub]

 

[Ljub]

[Torque]

Excellent !

 

[Torque]

Paroles

 

Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Was a long enough life for a soldier

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun
And that's what you are when you're soldiers

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame
The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.

[Ljub]

Nightmare (the dreamtime) : la chanson idéale pour se sentir partir et mourir en toute sérénité.

Modifié 20 juillet 2024 par Ljub