je viens de m'ecouter un extrait des nouvelles compos de guns'n'roses (avec juste encore axl rose qui reste de l'ancienne mouture, au revoir slash et consort).  Ben je suis vachement dessus.  Le truc s'appelle Madagascare et ca ressemble a tout sauf a du guns.

Fini la rage des année 80 ou ils nous sortaient du bon vieux Rock'n'roll (welcome to the jungle, sweet child o' mine) meme au debut des années 90 (epoque ou je les ai decouvert avec you could be mine BO de terminator2) sa tapait vachement plus que maintenant.

Ca fait une paye qu'on nous promait un retour, ben d'apres ce que j'ai entendu, ca vaut pas le deplacement     dommage pour le groupe le plus dangereux de eighties

Une petite discussion avec blue sur le théme des vampires m'a rappeler un film et une chanson qui a l'origine était des stones.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year
Stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ
Had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers,
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

I watched the glee while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out Who killed the Kennedy's ?
When after all it was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners, Saints
As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer
'cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

"My Way"

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to do
I'll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times,
I'm sure you knew
When there was nothing
Fucking else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way

Knocked out in bed last night
I've had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat,
What has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words,
Not what he feels
The record shows,
I've got no clothes
And did it my way

haaaaa petit delire des sex pistols, sur l'intro ca chante faux y a pas pire (sauf ma mére dans la salle de bain et encore).  C'est surement aprés avoir entendu cette version que claude francois et mort.  Ceci dit, je me tapperai bien une adaptation "comme d'habitude" version punk, ca doit etre vachement violent aussi

II - Le Parfum

Lecteur, as-tu quelquefois respiré
Avec ivresse et lente gourmandise
Ce grain d'encens qui remplit une église,
Ou d'un sachet le musc invétéré?

Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le présent le passé restauré!
Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adoré
Du souvenir cueille la fleur exquise.

De ses cheveux élastiques et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcôve,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits, mousseline ou velours,
Tout imprégnés de sa jeunesse pure,
Se dégageait un parfum de fourrure.