Bonjour à tout le monde, nous arrivons à la fin de ce blog dû au manque de place. Voici l'adresse du nouveau:

http://futfut.over-blog.com/

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

And it makes me wonder

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh.

Un petit jeu pour changer. Tous ces groupes sont numérotés. A vous de deviner le nom de chaques groupes.

Dans commentaires, veuillez indiquer le chiffre du groupe suivi de son nom.

Nouvelle chanson pour me faire patienter avant le prochain album.

GEARS OF WAR
Music and Lyrics Dave Mustaine

Ethnic cleansing with no defending
These acts of genocide
A fatal ending with no surrendering
To cover up the crimes and lie

Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other like the Gears of War
Hoo-rah!!!

If you ride with thieves, then you die with thieves
Cross my heart and hope that you die, that you die!
When the smoke has cleared, the devil's in the mirror
And you see his warheads paint the sky, now you die!

Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other like the Gears of War
Hoo-rah!!!

Nouveau délire ( enfin, si on peut appeler ça comme ça ). "Poker" entre midi, grâce à la malette de Mr Kientzler. Bon ben les gars, je me familiarise petit à petit avec le jeu. Peut-être que je comprendrai un jour. Bon, c'est un bon moyen de passer le temps entre midi.

Cleach et moi.

Voici la malette. Qu'on a eu du mal à ouvrir d'ailleurs...

Bobo, Kins et un nouveau venu nommé Zizi.

Tritz, Dédé et Bobo...

CHABIIIITE!!!!!!!

Attend! Attend! Bauchard!.......................Ta gueule...

Là, vous voyez, j'fais style je sais jouer...

Fut' et Tritz.

Biennnnn! J'ai gagné! Tu craques?..... Ouiiiiiiii je craque!

Le pauvre, il a plus de tune...

Bonne fin de semaine à tout le monde!