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"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6730213340411131900</id><published>2008-09-22T02:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:16:23.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita-Mitsouko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine-Ringer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frederic-Chichin.'/><title type='text'>Rita Mitsouko - c'est comme ça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/09/rita-mitsouko-cest-comme-ca.html"&gt;Les Rita Mitsouko - c'est comme ça&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4ng4xLho9i2FpuO0o&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="internal" width="420" height="337" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4ng4xLho9i2FpuO0o&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Ah, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ouais&lt;br /&gt;le secret&lt;br /&gt;ça coupe et ça donne&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, faut que j'moove&lt;br /&gt;Sans fin&lt;br /&gt;du venin&lt;br /&gt;qui me fait mal au cœur&lt;br /&gt;Quand&lt;br /&gt;le serpent&lt;br /&gt;Chaloupe et console&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, faut que j'moove&lt;br /&gt;L'ami Sadi&lt;br /&gt;s'enlise&lt;br /&gt;et là ça fait peur&lt;br /&gt;Si c'est ça&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ça le susurre&lt;br /&gt;a mes entournures&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, faut que j'moove&lt;br /&gt;Ça le grince&lt;br /&gt;juste pendant la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Ah, c'est comme ça&lt;br /&gt;ça plonge et ça vire&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, faut que j'moove&lt;br /&gt;Et ça gêne&lt;br /&gt;quoi, quand y a pas de plaisir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La lala lala lala lalala...&lt;br /&gt;J'veux pas t'abandonner,&lt;br /&gt;mon bébé&lt;br /&gt;J'veux pas nous achever,&lt;br /&gt;tu sais&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas que je veuille tenir&lt;br /&gt;ni que je veuille m'enfuir&lt;br /&gt;Il me faut prendre le frais, c'est vrai&lt;br /&gt;Hé, hé, hé&lt;br /&gt;hé, viens près de moi&lt;br /&gt;que je te le dise&lt;br /&gt;Faut que j'moove&lt;br /&gt;ce secret qui me tord le cœur&lt;br /&gt;Ah, la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6730213340411131900?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6730213340411131900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6730213340411131900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/09/rita-mitsouko-cest-comme-ca.html' title='Rita Mitsouko - c&apos;est comme ça'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7167031116923039190</id><published>2008-09-17T00:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:02:24.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna-Karina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ne dis rien'/><title type='text'>Serge Gainsbourg Anna Karina - Ne dis rien</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6r8i1HAg4bdLNoSiD&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6r8i1HAg4bdLNoSiD&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca va pas, ca va pas, restez immobile,&lt;br /&gt;Seule façon ici de se mouvoir,&lt;br /&gt;Ou alors je me casse la gueule et je me tue,&lt;br /&gt;Non mais t'as vu ce que t'as fait de moi,&lt;br /&gt;T'as vu ce qu'il en reste, nothing, lord nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Mais qu'est ce qu'elle fait bon Dieu, elle est là elle est pas là,&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas possible, pas possible, pas possible, et pourtant,&lt;br /&gt;Il me suffit de fermer les yeux et tu es là.&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien, surtout pas, ne dis rien suis moi,&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien, n'ai pas peur, ne crains rien de moi,&lt;br /&gt;Suis moi jusqu'au bout de la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au bout de ma folie,&lt;br /&gt;Laisse le temps, oublie demain,&lt;br /&gt;Oublie tout ne pense plus à rien,&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien, surtout pas, ne dis rien suis moi,&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien, n'ai pas peur, ne crains rien de moi,&lt;br /&gt;Suis moi jusqu'au bout de la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au bout de ma folie,&lt;br /&gt;Laisse le temps, oublie demain,&lt;br /&gt;Oublie tout ne pense plus à rien,&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la ...&lt;br /&gt;Suis moi jusqu'au bout de la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au bout de ma folie,&lt;br /&gt;Laisse le temps, oublie demain,&lt;br /&gt;Oublie tout ne pense plus à rien,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sources pertinentes :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://de-gainsbourg-a-gainsbarre.blogspot.com/"&gt;De Gainsbourg à Gainsbarre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bonnard"&gt;Nous nous aimions le temps d'une chanson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7167031116923039190?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7167031116923039190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7167031116923039190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/09/serge-gainsbourg-anna-karina-ne-dis.html' title='Serge Gainsbourg Anna Karina - Ne dis rien'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-1711375829565389580</id><published>2008-09-01T01:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:18:23.768+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-chanson-d-Helene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les-choses-de-la-vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romy-Schneider'/><title type='text'>Romy Schneider - Chanson d'Hélène</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/09/romy-schneider-la-chanson-dhelene.html"&gt;Romy Schneider et Michel Piccoli - La chanson d'Hélène&lt;br /&gt;Du film "Les choses de la vie"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="354"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kw8YjYlSI9bGKKoSj8&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="internal" width="420" height="354" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kw8YjYlSI9bGKKoSj8&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir nous sommes septembre et j'ai fermé ma chambre&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil n'y entrera plus&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne m'aimes plus&lt;br /&gt;Là-haut un oiseau passe comme une dédicace&lt;br /&gt;Dans le ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlé:&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aimais tant Hélène&lt;br /&gt;Il faut se quitter&lt;br /&gt;Les avions partiront sans nous&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais plus t'aimer Hélène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant dans la maison j'aimais quand nous vivions&lt;br /&gt;Comme un dessin d'enfant&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne m'aimes plus&lt;br /&gt;Je regarde le soir tomber dans les miroirs&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlé:&lt;br /&gt;C'est mieux ainsi Hélène&lt;br /&gt;C'était l'amour sans amitié Il va falloir changer de mémoire&lt;br /&gt;Je ne t'écrirai plus Hélène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'histoire n'est plus à suivre et j'ai fermé le livre&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil n'y entrera plus&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne m'aimes plus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-1711375829565389580?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1711375829565389580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1711375829565389580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/09/romy-schneider-la-chanson-dhelene.html' title='Romy Schneider - Chanson d&apos;Hélène'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7740388702773371968</id><published>2008-08-28T02:32:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:02:16.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane-Birkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histoire-de-Melody-Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Christophe-Averty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1971'/><title type='text'>L'histoire de Melody Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/serge-gainsbourg-histoire-de-melody.html"&gt;Serge Gainsbourg&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/serge-gainsbourg-histoire-de-melody.html"&gt;Histoire de Melody Nelson&lt;br /&gt;par Jean-Christophe Averty (1971)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object  classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,40,0" width="420" height="339"  id="player-51b787219a"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=51b787219a&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" /&gt;&lt;embed height="339" width="420" flashvars="vID=51b787219a&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" menu="false" src="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" id="player-51b787219a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/serge-gainsbourg-histoire-de-melody.html"&gt;L’Histoire de Melody Nelson&lt;/a&gt; est un album de Serge Gainsbourg de 1971, écrit en collaboration avec le compositeur et arrangeur Jean-Claude Vannier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mise en perspective de l'œuvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Histoire de Melody Nelson est un pan à part de l'œuvre de Gainsbourg, pouvant se rapprocher musicalement de L'Homme à tête de chou son second album concept paru cinq années plus tard. Rendant hommage à la littérature et aux ouvrages de Vladimir Nabokov, Gainsbourg construit cet album autour d'un récit, et d'une femme, sa muse, Jane Birkin, qui prête succinctement son image et sa voix au personnage éponyme, ne donnant que son "nom", et n'émettant que quelques sons équivoques dans En Melody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Histoire de Melody Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’histoire, semi-autobiographique, raconte la collision entre Serge Gainsbourg entre deux âges heurtant involontairement de sa Rolls Royce Silver Ghost 1910 26 chevaux la nymphette adolescente Melody Nelson. La séduction et une romance s'en suivent, puis, dans un parti subjectif et émotionnel, l'auteur dévoile les sentiments et les doutes du narrateur (notamment dans Ah Melody et Valse de Melody) jusqu'à la perte de la jeune fille, dont l'avion de retour s'écrase (Cargo Culte). Entre ces deux accidents : une perte de sang, tribut accordé au plaisir que Melody découvre dans les bras du narrateur (l'Hôtel Particulier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La forme de l'œuvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gainsbourg abandonne globalement le chant pour une narration où son ton et l'orchestration millimétrée transcendent les textes pour y plonger l'auditeur. Les harmonies ne sont pas sans rappeler Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde que Gainsbourg a composé en une nuit pour une autre de ses muses, Brigitte Bardot. La basse et la batterie, notamment sur En Melody, sont résolument funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les thèmes s'enchevêtrent et se répondent, les saillies mélodiques (notamment les chœurs et les violons) sont saupoudrées au fil de l'album (discrets motifs de Melody que l'on retrouve dans l'Hôtel Particulier...). L'opus peut d'ailleurs s'écouter en boucle parfaite. Ces thèmes créent une unité de corps, et à la fois un enchaînement de surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une vidéo mettant en image l'album complet à été réalisé en 1971 par Jean-Christophe Averty. Entre long clip et film musical, on y voit Serge Gainsbourg et Jane Birkin jouant les scènes de l'album, évoluant soit sur des décors de studio, soit sur des peintures ou d'autres graphismes de style psychédélique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accueil et postérité&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boudé par le public à sa sortie, Melody Nelson est reconnu aujourd'hui comme un album important et influent pour d'autres musiciens. Son influence dépasse aussi largement le cadre national, avec outre le groupe français Air, David Holmes, Lenny Kravitz, Jarvis Cocker du groupe Pulp, Portishead et Beck, qui dans son album de 2002 « Sea Change » signe un titre, « Paper Tiger » des parties instrumentales de l’Histoire de Melody Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Claude Vannier joua l’album au Barbican de Londres le 21 octobre 2006 avec comme invités vocaux Jarvis Cocker, Badly Drawn Boy, Brigitte Fontaine, Mick Harvey et le chanteur principal des Super Furry Animals, Gruff Rhys. Vannier joua l’album dans son intégralité, ainsi que son album solo, L’Enfant assassin des mouches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melody&lt;br /&gt;2. Ballade de Melody Nelson&lt;br /&gt;3. Valse de Melody&lt;br /&gt;4. Ah ! Melody&lt;br /&gt;5. L'Hôtel particulier&lt;br /&gt;6. En Melody&lt;br /&gt;7. Cargo Culte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sources pertinentes :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://de-gainsbourg-a-gainsbarre.blogspot.com/"&gt;De Gainsbourg à Gainsbarre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bonnard"&gt;Nous nous aimions le temps d'une chanson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7740388702773371968?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7740388702773371968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7740388702773371968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/serge-gainsbourg-histoire-de-melody.html' title='L&apos;histoire de Melody Nelson'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7160906101034056322</id><published>2008-07-14T02:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:02:55.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh-Lori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alessi-Brothers'/><title type='text'>Alessi Brothers - Oh! Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object  classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,40,0" width="420" height="339" id="player-8e7546f8b6"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=8e7546f8b6&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" /&gt;&lt;embed width="420" height="339" flashvars="vID=8e7546f8b6&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" menu="false" src="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" id="player-8e7546f8b6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;All summer and after fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you warm through the winter&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve noticed one thing&lt;br /&gt;This ain’t no summer fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to ride my bicycle with you&lt;br /&gt;On the handlebars&lt;br /&gt;You’d laugh and run away&lt;br /&gt;And I’d chase you through the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Without you I’d die&lt;br /&gt;Et’s never say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lori&lt;br /&gt;You bring the spring, the summer, fall&lt;br /&gt;Ooo and winter&lt;br /&gt;By the season&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lori (oh, Lori)&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel as though I’ve been born again&lt;br /&gt;Orn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced for me in your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;That mellow afternoon&lt;br /&gt;When we made love to each other&lt;br /&gt;And I’m loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais rester amoureux de toi&lt;br /&gt;Tout l'été et (encore) après l'automne&lt;br /&gt;Je te tiendrais chaud tout au long de l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;Parce que j'ai remarqué une chose,&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas une passade d'été&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais faire du vélo avec toi&lt;br /&gt;(assise) sur le guidon&lt;br /&gt;Tu rirais et puis tu te sauverais&lt;br /&gt;Et je courrais après toi dans la prairie&lt;br /&gt;Sans toi, je mourrais&lt;br /&gt;Ne nous disons jamais au revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lori,&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi qui fais le printemps, l'été, l'automne,&lt;br /&gt;Ooo et l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;A chaque saison&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lori (oh Lori)&lt;br /&gt;Tu me donnes l'impression de renaître&lt;br /&gt;Renaître.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as dansé pieds nus pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Cet après-midi si doux&lt;br /&gt;Où nous avons fait l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Et je t'aime,&lt;br /&gt;C'est tout ce que je veux faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7160906101034056322?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7160906101034056322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7160906101034056322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/07/alessi-brothers-oh-lori.html' title='Alessi Brothers - Oh! Lori'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-2415808851528083960</id><published>2008-06-17T01:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:56:23.719+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Fidelite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elodie-Frege'/><title type='text'>Elodie Frégé - La Fidélité</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2LsfRf6gh8hOjo12v&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2LsfRf6gh8hOjo12v&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelque soit le garçon, quelque soit le moment&lt;br /&gt;Je l’aime, à ma façon&lt;br /&gt;Je l’aime toujours à fond&lt;br /&gt;Je le trouve, tout le temps, toujours et souvent&lt;br /&gt;Si d’aventure j’attends c’est jamais longtemps, longtemps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,4&lt;br /&gt;C’est seulement comme ça que je suis fidèle&lt;br /&gt;Seulement comme ça que je dis je t’aime&lt;br /&gt;Mais seulement comme ça que je suis fidèle&lt;br /&gt;Seulement comme ça que je dis je t’aime&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime, pas du tout, à la folie, passionnément&lt;br /&gt;Que ce soit tendrement&lt;br /&gt;Que ce soit violemment&lt;br /&gt;C’es toujours l’accord avec tout mon corps&lt;br /&gt;Je l’aime à ma façon&lt;br /&gt;Mais toujours passion&lt;br /&gt;Dans l’espace de ces bras&lt;br /&gt;Mais jamais au-delas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,4&lt;br /&gt;C’est seulement comme ça que je suis fidèle&lt;br /&gt;Seulement comme ça que je dis je t’aime&lt;br /&gt;Mais seulement comme ça que je suis fidèle&lt;br /&gt;Et seulement comme ça que je dis je t’aime&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime, pas du tout, à la folie, passionnément&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime, pas du tout, à la folie, pas du tout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,4…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-2415808851528083960?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2415808851528083960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2415808851528083960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/06/elodie-frege-la-fidelite.html' title='Elodie Frégé - La Fidélité'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-4794685948053067618</id><published>2008-06-03T02:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:58:01.419+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand-Popo-Football-Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Les Hommes c'est pas des mecs bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/06/les-hommes-cest-pas-des-mecs-bien.html"&gt;Grand-Popo-Football-Club - Les Hommes c'est pas des mecs bien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kwmPuEczotIsWQuO1M&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kwmPuEczotIsWQuO1M&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes, c'est pas des mecs bien!&lt;br /&gt;Boire, les costar', le foot,&lt;br /&gt;la fesse, le business, les disputes, les viols, les pornos et tous ces trucs,&lt;br /&gt;tu sais ce qu'elles disent parfois les filles? "les hommes c'est pas des mecs bien!"&lt;br /&gt;Ambitieux, incertains, susceptibles, prêts à tout, grandes gueules, paresseux, matteur, préssé, flippé, trop serieux et mal aimés, ils croient qu'ils peuvent s'éclater!&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais ce qu'elles disent parfois les filles?&lt;br /&gt;"les hommes c'est pas des mecs bien!" (x7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/search/label/Grand-Popo-Football-Club"&gt;Grand Popo Football Club&lt;/a&gt; résulte de la rencontre entre Ariel Wizman, présentateur télé extraverti, et Nicolas Erra, musicien et acteur. Ce dernier commence le piano à 5 ans. A 22 ans, il quitte le Conservatoire et se découvre une passion pour la musique électronique. Ariel Wizman, quant à lui, joue régulièrement à partir de 25 ans dans les clubs ainsi que sur Radio Nova, radio basée à Paris. Grand Popo est le nom d'un village au Bénin dans lequel Ariel Wizman a séjourné. Le premier single de &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/search/label/Grand-Popo-Football-Club"&gt;Grand Popo Football Club&lt;/a&gt; s'intitule Salami man. Le duo sort ensuite au cours de l'année 2000 l'album Shampoo Victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-4794685948053067618?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4794685948053067618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4794685948053067618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/06/les-hommes-cest-pas-des-mecs-bien.html' title='Les Hommes c&apos;est pas des mecs bien'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6991975331490059737</id><published>2008-05-28T01:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:09:06.691+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essa-Moca-Ta-Diferente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico-Buarque'/><title type='text'>Essa Moca Ta Diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/chico-buarque-essa-moca-ta-diferente.html"&gt;Chico Buarque - Essa Moça Tá Diferente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/11a0509198" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette fille est differente&lt;br /&gt;Elle ne me reconnait plus&lt;br /&gt;Elle a trois longueurs d'avance&lt;br /&gt;Elle est en train de me passer sous le nez&lt;br /&gt;Cette fille est decidée&lt;br /&gt;A se supermoderniser&lt;br /&gt;Elle ne danse plus la samba que cachée&lt;br /&gt;Et ce pour que personne ne la remarque&lt;br /&gt;Je cultive des roses et des rimes&lt;br /&gt;Je les trouvent excellents&lt;br /&gt;Elle me regarde de haut&lt;br /&gt;Et critique tout ce que j'ecris&lt;br /&gt;Je lui fait un concert de flute&lt;br /&gt;Et cça ne lui procure aucune emotion&lt;br /&gt;Elle veut voir l'astronaute&lt;br /&gt;Descendre dans la television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;Mais le temps fuit&lt;br /&gt;Mais le temps revient&lt;br /&gt;Elle me démonte&lt;br /&gt;Mais qu'est-ce que ça fait&lt;br /&gt;Que pour moi elle n'ait que du dépit&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle n'ait que du dédain&lt;br /&gt;Mais le temps fuit&lt;br /&gt;Mais le temps revient&lt;br /&gt;Elle me démonte&lt;br /&gt;Mais qu'est ce que ça fait&lt;br /&gt;Si du coté gauche de la poitrine&lt;br /&gt;Au fond, elle m'aime encore bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette fille est differente (etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette fille est la même que celle de la fenetre&lt;br /&gt;Que moi je me suis fatiguée de chanter&lt;br /&gt;Et maintenant elle est tellement sure d'elle&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle veut tout casser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6991975331490059737?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6991975331490059737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6991975331490059737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/chico-buarque-essa-moca-ta-diferente.html' title='Essa Moca Ta Diferente'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7333359270263709488</id><published>2008-05-07T04:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:10:20.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House-of-Cards'/><title type='text'>Radiohead - House of Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/4468777c22" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it ends&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall off the table,&lt;br /&gt;And get swept under&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infrastructure will collapse&lt;br /&gt;From carpet spikes&lt;br /&gt;Throw your keys in the bowl&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your husband 'good night'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your house of cards&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall off the table,&lt;br /&gt;And get swept under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ears are burning&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;br /&gt;Your ears should be burning&lt;br /&gt;Denial, denial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7333359270263709488?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7333359270263709488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7333359270263709488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/05/radiohead-house-of-cards.html' title='Radiohead - House of Cards'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3881452005477111912</id><published>2008-04-22T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:28:51.917+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy-Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-Kissed-A-Girl'/><title type='text'>Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kXrfXiLuMse1dCGZkt&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kXrfXiLuMse1dCGZkt&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was never the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;Not my intention&lt;br /&gt;I got so brave, drink in hand&lt;br /&gt;Lost my discretion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna try u on&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious for you&lt;br /&gt;Caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her cherry chapstick&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boyfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;You're my expiramental game&lt;br /&gt;Just human nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what&lt;br /&gt;Good girls do&lt;br /&gt;Not how they should behave&lt;br /&gt;My head gets&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;Hard to obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her cherry chapstick&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boyfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BRIDGE)&lt;br /&gt;Us girls we are so magical&lt;br /&gt;Soft skin, red lips, so kissable&lt;br /&gt;Hard to resist so touchable&lt;br /&gt;Too good to deny it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no big deal, it's innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her cherry chapstick&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boyfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille » Lyrics traduit en Français  (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1er couplet :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'était jamais ce que j'avais prévu&lt;br /&gt;Ni mon intention&lt;br /&gt;J'était si courageuse, boisson en main&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu ma discrétion&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas l'habitude&lt;br /&gt;J'ai juste envie d'essayer avec toi&lt;br /&gt;Je suis curieuse pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu captes mon attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimé ça&lt;br /&gt;Le gout de son gloss à la cerise&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassé une fille juste pour essayer&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que ça ne déçois pas mon copain&lt;br /&gt;C'était si mal&lt;br /&gt;C'était si bien&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut pas dire que je suis amoureuse ce soir&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimée ça&lt;br /&gt;J'ai aimé ça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1er couplet :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne connais même pas ton nom&lt;br /&gt;Ça n'a pas d'importance&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon jeu expérimental&lt;br /&gt;Juste une humaine de la nature&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas ce que les bonnes filles font&lt;br /&gt;Ni comment elle doivent se comporter&lt;br /&gt;Ça devient si confus dans ma tête&lt;br /&gt;C'est dur d'obéir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimée ça&lt;br /&gt;Le gout de son gloss à la cerise&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassé une fille juste pour essayer&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que ça ne déçois pas mon copain&lt;br /&gt;C'était si mal&lt;br /&gt;C'était si bien&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut pas dire que je suis amoureuse ce soir&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimée ça&lt;br /&gt;J'ai aimé ça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3ème couplet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous les filles nous sommes si magique&lt;br /&gt;Peau douce, lèvre rouge, tellement aguichante&lt;br /&gt;C'est dure de résister, c'est tellement tentant&lt;br /&gt;C'est trop bon pour le nier&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'est pas grand chose, c'est innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimée ça&lt;br /&gt;Le gout de son gloss à la cerise&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassé une fille juste pour essayer&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que ça ne déçois pas mon copain&lt;br /&gt;C'était si mal&lt;br /&gt;C'était si bien&lt;br /&gt;Ça ne veut pas dire que je suis amoureuse ce soir&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassée une fille et j'ai aimé ça&lt;br /&gt;J'ai aimé ça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3881452005477111912?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3881452005477111912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3881452005477111912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/04/katy-perry-i-kissed-girl.html' title='Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-1626499471675773941</id><published>2008-04-07T04:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:58:45.219+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacre-Francais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dimitri-from-Paris'/><title type='text'>Dimitri from Paris - Sacré français</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/04/dimitri-from-paris-sacre-francais.html"&gt;Dimitri from Paris, Sacré français&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kKS0NUvYyBOqxhiq93&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kKS0NUvYyBOqxhiq93&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-1626499471675773941?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1626499471675773941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1626499471675773941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/04/dimitri-from-paris-sacre-francais.html' title='Dimitri from Paris - Sacré français'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-450174624013472638</id><published>2008-03-31T01:20:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:15:32.786+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diabologum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-maman-et-la-putain'/><title type='text'>Diabologum - La maman et la putain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/03/diabologum-la-maman-et-la-putain.html"&gt;La Maman et la Putain est un film français&lt;br /&gt;de Jean Eustache réalisé en 1973&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="420" height="336" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/x2ixji?width=420&amp;foreground=%23F8F2F3&amp;highlight=%23AA65E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;hideInfos=1"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/03/diabologum-la-maman-et-la-putain.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paroles de La Maman Et La Putain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que je vous aime.&lt;br /&gt;Regardez, je commence à être saoule et je bégaie et c'est absolument horrible, parce que ce que je dis je le pense réellement. Et je pourrais rester tout le temps avec vous tellement je suis heureuse. Je me sens aimée par vous deux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Et l'autre qui me regarde avec les yeux en couilles de mites, d'un air sournois, en pensant : oui ma petite, tu peux toujours causer, mais je t'aurai.&lt;br /&gt;Je vous en prie Alexandre, je ne joue pas la comédie. Mais qu'est-ce que vous croyez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pour moi il n'y a pas de putes. Pour moi, une fille qui se fait baiser par n'importe qui, qui se fait baiser n'importe comment, n'est pas une pute. Pour moi il n'y a pas de putes, c'est tout. Tu peux sucer n'importe qui, tu peux te faire baiser par n'importe qui, tu n'es pas une pute.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a pas de putes sur terre, putain comprends-le. Et tu le comprends certainement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La femme qui est mariée et qui est heureuse et qui rêve de se faire baiser par je ne sais qui, par le patron de son mari, ou par je ne sais quel acteur merdique, ou par son crémier ou par son plombier... Est-ce que c'est une pute? Il n'y a pas de putes. Y a que des cons, y a que des sexes. Qu'est-ce que tu crois. Ce n'est pas triste, hein, c'est super gai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Et je me fais baiser par n'importe qui, et on me baise et je prends mon pied.&lt;br /&gt;...Pourquoi est-ce que vous accordez autant d'importance aux histoires de cul?&lt;br /&gt;Le sexe...&lt;br /&gt;Tu me baises bien. Ah! comme je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a que toi pour me baiser comme ça. Comme les gens peuvent se leurrer. Comme ils peuvent croire. Il n'y a qu'un toi, il n'y a qu'un moi. Il n'y que toi pour me baiser comme ça. Il n'y a que moi pour être baisée comme ça par toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Quelle chose amusante. Quelle chose horrible et sordide. Mais putain, quelle chose sordide et horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous saviez comme je peux vous aimer tous les deux. Et comme ça peut être indépendant d'une histoire de cul. Je me suis fait dépuceler récemment, à vingt ans. Dix-neuf, vingt ans. Quelle chose récente. Et après, j'ai pris un maximum d'amants.&lt;br /&gt;Et je me suis fait baiser. Et je suis peut-être une malade chronique... le baisage chronique. Et pourtant le baisage j'en ai rien à foutre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faire encloquer, ça me ferait chier un maximum hein! Là, j'ai un tampax dans le cul, pour me le faire enlever et pour me faire baiser, il faudrait faire un maximum. Il faudrait faire un maximum. Il faudrait m'exciter un maximum. Rien à foutre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si les gens pouvaient piger une seule fois pour toutes que baiser c'est de la merde.&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il n'y a une seule chose très belle: c'est baiser parce qu'on s'aime tellement qu'on voudrait avoir un enfant qui nous ressemble et qu'autrement c'est quelque chose de sordide...&lt;br /&gt;...Il ne faut baiser que quand on s'aime vraiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et je ne suis pas saoule... si je pleure... Je pleure sur toute ma vie passée, ma vie sexuelle passée, qui est si courte. Cinq ans de vie sexuelle, c'est très peu. Tu vois, Marie, je te parle parce que je t'aime beaucoup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant d'hommes m'ont baisée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On m'a désirée parce que j'avais un gros cul qui peut être éventuellement désirable. J'ai de très jolis seins qui sont très désirables. Ma bouche n'est pas mal non plus. Quand mes yeux sont maquillés ils sont pas mal non plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et beaucoup d'hommes m'ont désirée comme ça, tu sais, dans le vide. Et on m'a souvent baisée dans le vide. Je ne dramatise pas, Marie, tu sais. Je ne suis pas saoule.&lt;br /&gt;Et qu'est-ce que tu crois, tu crois que je m'appesantis sur mon sort merdique. Absolument pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me baisait comme une pute. Mais tu sais, je crois qu'un jour un homme viendra et m'aimera et me fera un enfant, parce qu'il m'aimera. Et l'amour n'est valable que quand on a envie de faire un enfant ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si on a envie de faire un enfant, on sent qu'on aime. Un couple qui n'a pas envie de faire un enfant n'est pas un couple, c'est une merde, c'est n'importe quoi, c'est une poussière... les super-couples libres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu baises d'un côté chérie, je baise de l'autre. On est super-heureux ensemble. On se retrouve. Comme on est bien. Mais c'est pas un reproche que je fais, au contraire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma tristesse n'est pas un reproche vous savez...&lt;br /&gt;C'est une vieille tristesse qui traîne depuis cinq ans... Vous en avez rien à foutre. Regardez tous les deux, vous allez être bien... Comme vous pouvez être heureux ensemble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-450174624013472638?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/450174624013472638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/450174624013472638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/03/diabologum-la-maman-et-la-putain.html' title='Diabologum - La maman et la putain'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-8091538005922487862</id><published>2008-03-17T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:05:29.278+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-Evening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><title type='text'>Feist – One Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="365" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2s48xzjkReNakggwq&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2s48xzjkReNakggwq&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="365" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The evening was long, my guesses were true&lt;br /&gt;You saw me see you&lt;br /&gt;That something you said, the timing was right&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time and the place, the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Sincerest of eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready or not, the state of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started both brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Not believing&lt;br /&gt;It could begin and end in one evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were caught by the light&lt;br /&gt;Held on to the day till it became ours&lt;br /&gt;The minutes went by, the cab is outside&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we parted, moving on&lt;br /&gt;And believing it could begin and end in one evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started both brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Not believing it could begin and end in one evening&lt;br /&gt;When we parted, moving on&lt;br /&gt;And believing it could begin and end in one evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-8091538005922487862?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8091538005922487862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8091538005922487862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/03/feist-one-evening.html' title='Feist – One Evening'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-4050773058263824884</id><published>2008-02-27T03:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:17:26.428+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roudoudou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a place in the sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Roudoudou - Just a place in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://petit-bikini.blogspot.com/search/label/Roudoudou"&gt;Roudoudou&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/02/roudoudou-just-place-in-sun.html"&gt;Just a place in the sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/772cabb8eb" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-4050773058263824884?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4050773058263824884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4050773058263824884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/02/roudoudou-just-place-in-sun.html' title='Roudoudou - Just a place in the sun'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-1387761846741820910</id><published>2008-02-17T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:55:51.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William-Balde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayon-de-soleil'/><title type='text'>William Balde - Rayon de soleil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1ChkxDpNfOFSXBPCK&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1ChkxDpNfOFSXBPCK&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;Dort sur tes cheveux longs&lt;br /&gt;Sur nos corps de seigle&lt;br /&gt;Et nous joue du violon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;Sur le sommeil de plomb&lt;br /&gt;Une guitare sèche&lt;br /&gt;Lou Reed à la maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain : (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Un matin suspendu&lt;br /&gt;Aux fleurs de ton jardin&lt;br /&gt;Ma main sur ton p'tit cul&lt;br /&gt;Cherche le chemin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;J'embrasse tes pieds sales&lt;br /&gt;Un disque de Marley&lt;br /&gt;Joue No woman, no cry&lt;br /&gt;No woman, no cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par la fenêtre ouverte&lt;br /&gt;L'air que nous respirons&lt;br /&gt;Ses petits poussières&lt;br /&gt;Si pâle d'émotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;Sur ton si beau visage&lt;br /&gt;Aux abeilles se mêlent&lt;br /&gt;La voix de Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;Tu te rhabilles pour de bon&lt;br /&gt;J'te ramène par les tresses&lt;br /&gt;A mon corps de garçon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-1387761846741820910?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1387761846741820910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1387761846741820910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/02/william-balde-rayon-de-soleil.html' title='William Balde - Rayon de soleil'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-2324826721800541085</id><published>2008-01-31T05:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:11:25.822+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls-and-boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><title type='text'>Prince - Girls and boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/266b4e5187" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/01/prince-girls-and-boys.html"&gt;Girls and boys!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only knew her 4 a little while,&lt;br /&gt;but he had grown accustomed 2 her style&lt;br /&gt;She had the cutest ass he'd ever seen&lt;br /&gt;He did 2, they were meant 2 be&lt;br /&gt;They loved 2 kiss on the steps of Versailles&lt;br /&gt;It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her all the love that anyone can,&lt;br /&gt;but she was promised 2 another man&lt;br /&gt;He tried so hard not 2 go insane&lt;br /&gt;Birds do fly, looks like rain&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious baby, love is so rare&lt;br /&gt;I can take the breakup if u say that u care&lt;br /&gt;He had 2 run away, his pride was 2 strong&lt;br /&gt;It started raining, baby, the birds were gone&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby, I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle (vous etes tres belle, mama)&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys (girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby, I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;I want u, babe (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can play today (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle (vous etes tres belle, mama)&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys (girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Translation in brackets}&lt;br /&gt;Vous etiez de l'autre cote de la salle&lt;br /&gt;{U were on the other end of the room/hall}&lt;br /&gt;Vous dansiez si fort&lt;br /&gt;{U were dancing so hard/strong}&lt;br /&gt;Je sentais votre parfum&lt;br /&gt;{I could smell your perfume}&lt;br /&gt;Votre souris me dit que nous devrions nous parler&lt;br /&gt;{Your smile told me we should talk}&lt;br /&gt;Sexe et repos&lt;br /&gt;{Sex and rest}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que vous aimerez ca&lt;br /&gt;{I know U'll like that}&lt;br /&gt;Vous n'y resisterez pas&lt;br /&gt;{U won't resist it/to it}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Je vous enlacerai avec mes jambes&lt;br /&gt;{I'll wrap my legs around U}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Pendant des heures je vais vous etonner&lt;br /&gt;{During hours I'll astound U (?)}&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Faire l'amour Faire l'amour&lt;br /&gt;{Make love make love}&lt;br /&gt;Nous nous rencontrerons&lt;br /&gt;{We'll meet}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby, I love u so much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in another world, space and joy,&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;I want u baby (I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;I want u so much (Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe we can stay in touch (Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;Another world, space (vous etes tres belle)&lt;br /&gt;Lips... (mama, girls and boys)&lt;br /&gt;Face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in it's uncut form&lt;br /&gt;Is the feeling that I get, you're warm, warm&lt;br /&gt;Happy's what I get when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, mama, is being with u&lt;br /&gt;Good lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me somewhere after dawn&lt;br /&gt;Lord (I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes belle&lt;br /&gt;So like I saw u from across the room, and (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Honey, u danced so hard I smelled your perfume, (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;and the look on your lips said that a,&lt;br /&gt;"We could talk some more, (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;some more on the dance floor baby" (I love u baby)&lt;br /&gt;Hear the words I'm saying, (I love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sex I'm laying (maybe we can stay in touch)&lt;br /&gt;Naughty's what I wanna be with u tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Meet me in another world, space and joy)&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Girls and boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-2324826721800541085?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2324826721800541085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2324826721800541085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/01/prince-girls-and-boys.html' title='Prince - Girls and boys'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7932486295623329680</id><published>2008-01-22T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:48:02.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelou'/><title type='text'>Zaho - c'est chelou</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcugvn?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%23C2E165&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcugvn?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%23C2E165&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="280" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA AYH YA WA AYH YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'n'aprécie pas le fait&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle vienne chez moi quand je nsuis pas là&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle plonge dans mes draps&lt;br /&gt;vêtue de mon propre pyjama&lt;br /&gt;J'aprécie moins le fait&lt;br /&gt;Que tu guete mon retour avec tant de suspect&lt;br /&gt;Et dès qu'je franchie le pas&lt;br /&gt;La c'est cherie vient dans mes bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mens&lt;br /&gt;Je lsais quand tu louche&lt;br /&gt;Des fois quand tu prends ta douche&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle appèle et quand c'est moi qui répond&lt;br /&gt;Au nez elle me raccroche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi&lt;br /&gt;Est ce que jla connais ?&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Qu'a-t-elle pu donné&lt;br /&gt;De plus que moi ?&lt;br /&gt;Qu'a-t-elle que je n'ai pas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain (x2)&lt;br /&gt;C'est chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;Cette façon qu'elle a de te regarder&lt;br /&gt;C'est quoi cette manière de t'appeler bébé ??&lt;br /&gt;Tu dira à cette taspé&lt;br /&gt;Que jvais la taper&lt;br /&gt;C'est chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA AYH YA WA AYH YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu taff au studio&lt;br /&gt;Que tu fais l'idiot&lt;br /&gt;Avec des milia&lt;br /&gt;Ou des Myriam&lt;br /&gt;Qui tdise que t'es mignon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le mal de mes yeux tu vois&lt;br /&gt;Une chose que je ne supporte pas&lt;br /&gt;Elle joue avec mes nerfs&lt;br /&gt;Elle en garde&lt;br /&gt;Elle ne t'aimera jamais plus que moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mens&lt;br /&gt;Je sais quand tu louche&lt;br /&gt;Des fois devant toi elle bouge&lt;br /&gt;Elle se déhanche&lt;br /&gt;Elle danse&lt;br /&gt;Et toi tu ouvres grand ta bouche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi&lt;br /&gt;Est ce que jla connais ?&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Qu'a-t-elle pu donné&lt;br /&gt;De plus que moi ?&lt;br /&gt;Qu'a-t-elle que je n'ai pas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain (x4)&lt;br /&gt;C'est chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;Cette façon qu'elle a de te regarder&lt;br /&gt;C'est quoi cette manière de t'appeler bébé ??&lt;br /&gt;Tu dira à cette taspé&lt;br /&gt;Que jvais la taper&lt;br /&gt;C'est chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaho c chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;Madox c chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;Majestic c chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;Tout, tout est chelou(sh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain(x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7932486295623329680?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7932486295623329680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7932486295623329680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/01/zaho-cest-chelou.html' title='Zaho - c&apos;est chelou'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-719272145289024285</id><published>2008-01-07T02:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:13:06.963+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George-Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outside'/><title type='text'>George Michael - Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/4c10bf3c55" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Sofa&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Hall&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Kitchen table, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go outside (let´s go outside)&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to, but you can't say yes&lt;br /&gt;Let's go outside&lt;br /&gt;In the moonshine&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the places that I love best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my angel she says, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;´bout the things you're saying, yeah&lt;br /&gt;got no friends in high places&lt;br /&gt;and the game that you gave away&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't worth playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go outside&lt;br /&gt;In the Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to, but you can't say yes&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the places that I love best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've been bad&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, won´t you do with me what you can&lt;br /&gt;You see I think about it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - four - seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I want it, You got it&lt;br /&gt;I never really said it before&lt;br /&gt;There nothing here, but flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more, nothing more&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back to nature, just human nature&lt;br /&gt;getting on back to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Sofa&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Hall&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the Kitchen table, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go outside&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to, but you can't say yes&lt;br /&gt;Let's go outside&lt;br /&gt;In the moonshine&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the places that I love best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've been bad&lt;br /&gt;Doctor won´t you do with me what you can&lt;br /&gt;You see I think about it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I´d service the community&lt;br /&gt;(But I already have you see!)&lt;br /&gt;I never really said it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here but flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;There noting more&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;there nothing more&lt;br /&gt;let´s go outside&lt;br /&gt;dancing on the D-train baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is high&lt;br /&gt;and the grass is jumpin´&lt;br /&gt;come on, just keep on funkin´&lt;br /&gt;keep on funkin´, just keep on funkin´&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-719272145289024285?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/719272145289024285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/719272145289024285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/01/george-michael-outside.html' title='George Michael - Outside'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-2415447281317345160</id><published>2007-12-25T03:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:45:27.444+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marionnettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abba-puppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABBA'/><title type='text'>ABBA - Puppets The Last Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/12/abba-marionnettes-last-video-2004.html"&gt;ABBA - The Last Video 2004 - Les marionnettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/a6d107594e" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour fêter les 30 ans de la création du groupe, une petite vidéo a été faite montrant des marionnettes des ABBA tentant de passer une audition. Le clip joue même le clin d'oeil en faisant intervenir les vrais membres du groupe quelques instants chacun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pousse même le détail jusqu'aux dialogues qui reprennent par moment les paroles de certaines chansons d'ABBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-2415447281317345160?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2415447281317345160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2415447281317345160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/12/abba-marionnettes-last-video-2004.html' title='ABBA - Puppets The Last Video'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3188757858209699085</id><published>2007-12-22T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:48:13.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='des-que-je-te-vois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa-Paradis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Vanessa Paradis - Dès que je te vois</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3g1H6gCtE4kLjoSk2&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3g1H6gCtE4kLjoSk2&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroles Vanessa Paradis - Dès que je te vois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet&lt;br /&gt;Que l'on se fait chaque fois&lt;br /&gt;Si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet que l'on se fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès que j'te vois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès que j'te vois, j'sais que c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;Dès que tu me vois, tu sais que c'est moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet&lt;br /&gt;Que l'on se fait chaque fois&lt;br /&gt;Si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet que l'on se fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avoue ce jeu me tue&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me dis adieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès que j'te vois, j'sais que c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce vous ce je ce tu&lt;br /&gt;Qui joue avec le feu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès que j'te vois, je sais que c'est toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne résiste plus&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vu dans ton regard&lt;br /&gt;Des remords disparus&lt;br /&gt;Je rentre, il est trop tard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet&lt;br /&gt;Que l'on se fait chaque fois&lt;br /&gt;Si on l'avait fait&lt;br /&gt;On se ferait l'effet que l'on se fait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3188757858209699085?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3188757858209699085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3188757858209699085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/12/vanessa-paradis-des-que-je-te-vois.html' title='Vanessa Paradis - Dès que je te vois'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6347961273634040950</id><published>2007-12-07T05:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:42:03.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierre-et-Gilles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helena-Noguerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunettes-Noires'/><title type='text'>Helena Noguerra - Lunettes Noires</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4z8IYnD0hSBr85AGq&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4z8IYnD0hSBr85AGq&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6347961273634040950?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6347961273634040950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6347961273634040950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/12/helena-noguerra-lunettes-noires.html' title='Helena Noguerra - Lunettes Noires'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3748215054331172823</id><published>2007-11-17T03:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:11:13.292+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont-Stop-The-Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7qO4dtqz4T7G4lGqz&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7qO4dtqz4T7G4lGqz&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin late&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my way over to my favorite place&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way&lt;br /&gt;Possible candidate (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;That youd be up here lookin like you do&lt;br /&gt;You're making staying over here impossible&lt;br /&gt;Baby I must say your aura is incredible&lt;br /&gt;If you dont have to go don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONT :&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you started&lt;br /&gt;I just came here to party&lt;br /&gt;But now we're rockin on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Acting naughty&lt;br /&gt;Your hands around my waist&lt;br /&gt;Just let the music play&lt;br /&gt;We're hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Chest to chest&lt;br /&gt;And now we're face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN : (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you away&lt;br /&gt;Lets escape into the music&lt;br /&gt;DJ let it play&lt;br /&gt;I just can't refuse it&lt;br /&gt;Like the way you do this&lt;br /&gt;Keep on rockin to it&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you ready cause its getting close&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel the passion ready to explode&lt;br /&gt;What goes on between us no one has to know&lt;br /&gt;This is a private show (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{PONT}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{REFRAIN}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3748215054331172823?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3748215054331172823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3748215054331172823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/11/rihanna-dont-stop-music.html' title='Rihanna - Don&apos;t Stop The Music'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6638135333765063613</id><published>2007-11-11T02:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:40:02.196+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac-Hayes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaft'/><title type='text'>Isaac Hayes - Shaft</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kPwNRjLlnHqm3GplVS&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kPwNRjLlnHqm3GplVS&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the black private dick&lt;br /&gt;That's a sex machine to all the chicks?&lt;br /&gt;Shaft, ya, damn right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the man that would risk his neck&lt;br /&gt;For his brother man?&lt;br /&gt;Shaft, can you dig it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the cat that won't cop out&lt;br /&gt;When there's danger all about?&lt;br /&gt;Shaft, right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother&lt;br /&gt;Shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;But I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft&lt;br /&gt;Then we can dig it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a complicated man&lt;br /&gt;But no one understands him but his woman&lt;br /&gt;John Shaft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6638135333765063613?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6638135333765063613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6638135333765063613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/11/isaac-hayes-shaft.html' title='Isaac Hayes - Shaft'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-603750080485908186</id><published>2007-10-22T02:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:32:30.976+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clip-Officiel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alister'/><title type='text'>Alister qu'est-ce qu'on va faire de toi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/10/alister-quest-ce-quon-va-faire-de-toi.html"&gt;Alister - Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire de toi ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kaYGHGWh3WcW42Gnun&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kaYGHGWh3WcW42Gnun&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi? Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tète?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais que danser, tu ne sais que contester..&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi? Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tête?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais que danser, tu ne sais que rater ta vie..&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi? Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tête?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais que danser, tu ne sais que sortir de chez toi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On va faire de toi un homme, On va faire de toi une femme,&lt;br /&gt;On va t'utiliser pour des crash test, on va te présenter a des dervish tourneurs..&lt;br /&gt;On va bloque ton compte, on va te dire les astres, on va détartrer tes dents..&lt;br /&gt;On va e saupoudrer de sacharine,on va encadrer des photos dans ton salon, on va t'appeler les urgences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi? Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tete?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais que danser, tu ne sais que rater ta vie&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi? Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tete?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne sais que danser, tu ne sais que sortir de chez toi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On va t'occuper avec des sitcoms, On va t'occuper avec ton surmoi,&lt;br /&gt;On va t'occuper avec des diplômes, On va t'aveugler avec des larmes&lt;br /&gt;On va t'aveugler avec ta libido, On v adébrancher tes neurotransmeteurs&lt;br /&gt;On va te divertir avec des sosies, Onva te divertir avec des BPM&lt;br /&gt;On va penser a toi avec des cernes, On va penser a toi avec des sms, On va penser a toi avec airbases, On va t'envoyer en l'air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On va t'inoculer de l'allégresse, On va t'injecter de la graisse, On va te faire des promesses, On va renier ton etoile&lt;br /&gt;On fera de toi une victime collatérale, On te coulera dans le macadam&lt;br /&gt;On va te diviser en pixels , On va multiplier ton quotient intellectuel&lt;br /&gt;On va rappeler tes anciens amis, On va leur dire que tu filtre&lt;br /&gt;On va changer on théorème, On va trouver quelqu'un qui t'aime On va trouver quelqu'un qui t'aime On va trouver quelqu'un qui t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi?&lt;br /&gt;Des romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tête?&lt;br /&gt;Des romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;De quoi as tu envie?&lt;br /&gt;De romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;De quoi as tu besoin?&lt;br /&gt;De romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On va t'aimer sans conditions, On va t'aimer sans raisons&lt;br /&gt;On va t'aimer sans fin, On va t'aimer sans fond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce qu'on va faire de toi?&lt;br /&gt;Des romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce que t'as dans la tete?&lt;br /&gt;Des romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;De quoi as tu envie?&lt;br /&gt;De romances nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;De quoi as tu besoin?&lt;br /&gt;De romances nerveuses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-603750080485908186?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/603750080485908186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/603750080485908186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/10/alister-quest-ce-quon-va-faire-de-toi.html' title='Alister qu&apos;est-ce qu&apos;on va faire de toi'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3925736426534425860</id><published>2007-10-10T01:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:18:32.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kung-Fu-Fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1974'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carl-Douglas'/><title type='text'>Carl Douglas - Kung Fu fighting 1974</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/6f560eec8b" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was kung-fu fighting&lt;br /&gt;Those cats were fast as lightning&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was a little bit frightning&lt;br /&gt;But they fought with expert timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were funky China men from funky Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down&lt;br /&gt;It's an ancient Chineese art and everybody knew their part&lt;br /&gt;From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was kung-fu fighting&lt;br /&gt;Those cats were fast as lightning&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was a little bit frightning&lt;br /&gt;But they fought with expert timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung&lt;br /&gt;He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on&lt;br /&gt;We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand&lt;br /&gt;The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was kung-fu fighting&lt;br /&gt;Those cats were fast as lightning&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was a little bit frightning&lt;br /&gt;But they did it with expert timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..make sure you have expert timing&lt;br /&gt;Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning&lt;br /&gt;{ad lib}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3925736426534425860?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3925736426534425860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3925736426534425860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/10/carl-douglas-kung-fu-fighting-1974.html' title='Carl Douglas - Kung Fu fighting 1974'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-5250908419191418248</id><published>2007-09-27T02:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:04:16.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel-Particulier'/><title type='text'>Gainsbourg - Hotel Particulier</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1dbo7?width=420&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;amp;highlight=%238465E1&amp;amp;background=%23232912&amp;amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1dbo7?width=420&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;amp;highlight=%238465E1&amp;amp;background=%23232912&amp;amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au cinquante-six, sept, huit, peu importe&lt;br /&gt;De la rue X, si vous frappez à la porte&lt;br /&gt;D'abord un coup, puis trois autres, on vous laisse entrer&lt;br /&gt;Seul et parfois même accompagné.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une servante, sans vous dire un mot, vous précède&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des escaliers, des couloirs sans fin se succèdent&lt;br /&gt;Décorés de bronzes baroques, d'anges dorés,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Aphrodites et de Salomés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'il est libre, dites que vous voulez le quarante-quatre&lt;br /&gt;C'est la chambre qu'ils appellent ici de Cléopâtre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont les colonnes du lit de style rococo&lt;br /&gt;Sont des nègres portant des flambeaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre ces esclaves nus taillés dans l'ébène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui seront les témoins muets de cette scène&lt;br /&gt;Tandis que là-haut un miroir nous réfléchit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentement j'enlace Melody...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sources pertinentes :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://de-gainsbourg-a-gainsbarre.blogspot.com/"&gt;De Gainsbourg à Gainsbarre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bonnard"&gt;Nous nous aimions le temps d'une chanson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-5250908419191418248?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5250908419191418248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5250908419191418248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/09/gainsbourg-hotel-particulier.html' title='Gainsbourg - Hotel Particulier'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-8009565214239219910</id><published>2007-09-17T02:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:13:36.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin-Timberlake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelly-Furtado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give-it-to-me'/><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado - Give it to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="vID=fd37097e28&amp;autostart=false" src="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#666666" width="420" height="337" name="guPlayer-fd37097e28" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye)&lt;br /&gt;I'm real as it comes if you don't know why im fly y-y-y-y&lt;br /&gt;Seen ya try to switch it up, but girl you ain't got to&lt;br /&gt;I'm the wonderwoman, let me go get my ropes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a supermodel and mummy, sí, mummy&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty international, got Bangkok to Montauk on lock&lt;br /&gt;You love my ass and my abs in the video of promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;My style is rediculous (redic-dic-diculous-culous-culous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chorus: Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When timbo is in the party everbody put up their hands&lt;br /&gt;I get a half a mill for my beats, you get a couple gra-a-and&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm respected from Californ-i-a. way down to Japan&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real producer and you just the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Your song gonna top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fa-a-an&lt;br /&gt;Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them their chance&lt;br /&gt;Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you speak up and stop up mumbling&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you came in clear.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you tryin' to act cute on tv just let me clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;We missed you on the charts last week&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's right, you wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;If "sexy" never left, then why's everybody on my shi-i-it?&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it.&lt;br /&gt;So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way&lt;br /&gt;'cuz our run will never be over, not at least until we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-8009565214239219910?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8009565214239219910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8009565214239219910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/09/nelly-furtado-give-it-to-me.html' title='Nelly Furtado - Give it to me'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-8819308115852726293</id><published>2007-09-01T04:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:34:32.539+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicamor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne'/><title type='text'>Daphne - Musicamor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/koOnUDOixnwOdNuNZG&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/koOnUDOixnwOdNuNZG&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous m'en voulez, vous m'en demandez trop&lt;br /&gt;C'est à cheval que je partirai bientôt,&lt;br /&gt;Je mens très mal, je m'envolerai alors..&lt;br /&gt;Dans un vaisseau de fêtes et de santal, je mets les voiles,&lt;br /&gt;Jamais je ne m'arrete, je vais ailleurs là ou le temps, on l'oublie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a lover and lovers are music. Music is my lover and lovers are music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai que j'aime, dans la nuit disparaitre au bras de celle qui m'a fait renaitre&lt;br /&gt;Ne me dites pas qu'un seul amour nous suffit.&lt;br /&gt;Je m'en doutais, je manquais de ce ciel, si haut si clair, que partout je le cherche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant mieux si les reves ont toujours raison de moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a lover and lovers are music. Music is my lover and lovers are music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-8819308115852726293?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8819308115852726293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8819308115852726293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/09/daphne-musicamor.html' title='Daphne - Musicamor'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-814864284360552403</id><published>2007-08-24T01:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:34:20.640+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My-Moon-My-Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><title type='text'>Feist - My Moon My Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k335rKzxY5qpJqeAPH&amp;colors=background:050505;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k335rKzxY5qpJqeAPH&amp;colors=background:050505;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moon, my man's a changeable land&lt;br /&gt;Such a loveable land to me&lt;br /&gt;My care, my co-lead barber I know&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go but on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How honestly my beggar should be&lt;br /&gt;The song's out of key again&lt;br /&gt;My fools, my things&lt;br /&gt;We're digging the things&lt;br /&gt;If the candlelit page again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on things&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moon and me&lt;br /&gt;Not skirty swift bean&lt;br /&gt;It's the dirtiest clean I know&lt;br /&gt;My care, my co-lead barber I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on things&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moon&lt;br /&gt;The moon my man&lt;br /&gt;My moon&lt;br /&gt;The moon my man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-814864284360552403?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/814864284360552403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/814864284360552403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/08/feist-my-moon-my-man.html' title='Feist - My Moon My Man'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6099804331903773220</id><published>2007-08-17T01:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:35:57.478+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beat-assaillant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-like-cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecile-de-France'/><title type='text'>Beat Assailant – I like cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kEW5hUiyDdUVxV2FHf&amp;colors=background:050505;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kEW5hUiyDdUVxV2FHf&amp;colors=background:050505;glow:000000;foreground:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face à la saturation du marché hip-hop américain, Beat Assailant, rappeur originaire d’Atlanta, débarque à Paris en 2001 pour voir un pote. Il y rencontre Zach, producteur pour Jazzanova et le label Dreyfus Jazz, et décide d’en faire son beatmaker. A travers ses compos jazzy et aérées, on découvre que Beat Assailant porte finalement mal son nom. Il fait partie de cette petite catégorie de rappeurs qui laissent respirer le beat. Un paradoxe qui peut s’expliquer par la structure des morceaux proposés. Comme sur Get High et le flow éthéré qui l’accompagne. B.A est un rappeur qui s’adapte. Un oiseau rare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6099804331903773220?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6099804331903773220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6099804331903773220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/08/beat-assaillant-i-like-cash.html' title='Beat Assailant – I like cash'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-5621432124417450308</id><published>2007-08-15T01:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:53:44.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elegance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1982'/><title type='text'>Elegance - Vacances j'oublie tout</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xdurm?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%239765E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xdurm?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%239765E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paroles: P.Zito, P.Bourges - 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la montre arrêtée&lt;br /&gt;J'sais même pas l'heure qu'il est&lt;br /&gt;Le téléphone a sonné&lt;br /&gt;J'm'suis pas réveillé&lt;br /&gt;Direction salle de bain&lt;br /&gt;J'me fais couler un bain&lt;br /&gt;Je m'regarde dans le miroir&lt;br /&gt;Pas beau à voir&lt;br /&gt;En retard sur l'horaire&lt;br /&gt;Plus besoin d'se presser&lt;br /&gt;Radio libre allumée&lt;br /&gt;Stop pas de publicité&lt;br /&gt;Cette chanson bien côtée&lt;br /&gt;C'est le tube de l'été&lt;br /&gt;Me fait flipper&lt;br /&gt;De la tête aux pieds&lt;br /&gt;Je commence à ranger&lt;br /&gt;Car ce soir terminé&lt;br /&gt;Je serais sur la route&lt;br /&gt;Avec Bison Futé&lt;br /&gt;J'suis pas seul à rêver&lt;br /&gt;Du ciel bleu des palmiers&lt;br /&gt;Et des jours sans problèmes&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie que j'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;Vacances j'oublie tout&lt;br /&gt;Plus rien à faire du tout&lt;br /&gt;J'm'envoie en l'air ça c'est super&lt;br /&gt;Folie légère&lt;br /&gt;Vacances j'oublie tout&lt;br /&gt;Plus rien à faire du tout&lt;br /&gt;J'm'envoie en l'air ça c'est super&lt;br /&gt;Folie légère&lt;br /&gt;C'est fou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas besoin de penser&lt;br /&gt;On ne peut pas résister&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants, boites de nuit&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce qu'on a envie&lt;br /&gt;On peut manger à minuit&lt;br /&gt;Et se coucher à midi&lt;br /&gt;Plus de temps plus d'horaires&lt;br /&gt;Les vacances c'est super&lt;br /&gt;Allongé sur le sable&lt;br /&gt;Et bercé par les vagues&lt;br /&gt;Notre petit corps bronzé&lt;br /&gt;Etait vêtu de moitié&lt;br /&gt;A l'abri du soleil&lt;br /&gt;Sous ton chapeau de paille&lt;br /&gt;Tu te fous des regards&lt;br /&gt;Qui se posent sur toi&lt;br /&gt;Je m'approche près d'elle&lt;br /&gt;Je souris et lui dit :&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce que vous faites ce soir ?&lt;br /&gt;Rien de précis elle me dit&lt;br /&gt;Petite boite de nuit&lt;br /&gt;Soirée champ' et whisky&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance folie&lt;br /&gt;Toute la nuit&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la montre arrêtée&lt;br /&gt;J'sais même pas l'heure qu'il est&lt;br /&gt;Le téléphone a sonné&lt;br /&gt;J'm'suis pas réveillé&lt;br /&gt;Direction salle de bain&lt;br /&gt;Je fais couler mon bain&lt;br /&gt;Je regarde mon miroir&lt;br /&gt;Pas beau à voir&lt;br /&gt;Je commence à ranger&lt;br /&gt;Car ce soir terminé&lt;br /&gt;Je serais sur la route&lt;br /&gt;Avec Bison Futé&lt;br /&gt;J'suis pas seul à rêver&lt;br /&gt;Du ciel bleu des palmiers&lt;br /&gt;Et des jours sans problèmes&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie que j'aime&lt;br /&gt;Pas besoin de penser&lt;br /&gt;On n'peut pas résister&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants, boites de nuit&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce qu'on a envie&lt;br /&gt;On peut manger à minuit&lt;br /&gt;Et se coucher à midi&lt;br /&gt;Plus de temps plus d'horaires&lt;br /&gt;Les vacances c'est super&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-5621432124417450308?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5621432124417450308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5621432124417450308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/08/elegance-vacances-joublie-tout.html' title='Elegance - Vacances j&apos;oublie tout'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7561932154100307610</id><published>2007-08-07T01:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:57:15.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Cause-Des-Garcons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Yelle - A Cause Des Garçons</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x2k4um?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x2k4um?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu déconnes on va pas se faire&lt;br /&gt;Encore un plan gros ça comme&lt;br /&gt;De quel plan tu causes&lt;br /&gt;Tu oses, c’est toi qu’a commencé&lt;br /&gt;J'abandonne&lt;br /&gt;T'es vraiment trop conne&lt;br /&gt;À pas grand chose tu déconnes&lt;br /&gt;ben Tu vois, lui, me trouve super belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]:&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On met des bas nylon&lt;br /&gt;On se crêpe le chignon&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;Et du qu'en dira-t-on&lt;br /&gt;On pleure sur tous les tons&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On s'allume pour de bon&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carabine c'est le mot qui m'vient&lt;br /&gt;Quand je pense à mes copines&lt;br /&gt;Et moi j'ai ma dose&lt;br /&gt;Sans dec' de tes doses&lt;br /&gt;De ginette&lt;br /&gt;J'hallucine&lt;br /&gt;Faut qu'on te vaccine&lt;br /&gt;Tout ça pour un mec de à la con&lt;br /&gt;Tu déprimes, j’te le laisse&lt;br /&gt;C’est ton style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]:&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On met des bas nylon&lt;br /&gt;On se crêpe le chignon&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;Et du qu'en dira-t-on&lt;br /&gt;On pleure sur tous les tons&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On s’allume pour de bon&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce n'ai pas le faute des ma-&lt;br /&gt;Des magazines&lt;br /&gt;Les marie Les claire&lt;br /&gt;Les marie-claire&lt;br /&gt;Les Fig, les Mag, beaucoup trop claires&lt;br /&gt;Les Femmes d’aujourd’hui et d’hier&lt;br /&gt;C’est la faute des ma-&lt;br /&gt;Des magazines&lt;br /&gt;Les Maries, Les Frances&lt;br /&gt;Les Marie-France&lt;br /&gt;Les femmes pratiques qui en ont pas marre&lt;br /&gt;Des cosmo vogues et tout l'bazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On se presse le citron&lt;br /&gt;On fond comme des glaçons&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;J'mens tu mens nous mentons&lt;br /&gt;On glisse comme des savons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;On se brouille pour de bon&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cause des garçons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7561932154100307610?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7561932154100307610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7561932154100307610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/08/yelle-cause-des-garcons.html' title='Yelle - A Cause Des Garçons'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7510759649330848805</id><published>2007-07-27T02:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:41:48.894+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le-grand-sommeil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etienne-Daho'/><title type='text'>Etienne Daho - Le grand sommeil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="420" height="320" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=fb181f3c1d&amp;autostart=false" /&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="guPlayer-fb181f3c1d" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf?b=1009" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#666666" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="vID=fb181f3c1d&amp;autostart=false" src="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf?b=1009" quality="high" bgcolor="#666666" width="420" height="320" name="guPlayer-fb181f3c1d" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux plus me réveiller, rien à faire&lt;br /&gt;Sans moi le monde peut bien tourner à l'envers&lt;br /&gt;Engourdi par le sommeil et prisonnier de mon lit&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais que cette nuit dure toute la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En partant tu m'as mis le cœur à l'envers&lt;br /&gt;Sans toi la vie est devenue un enfer&lt;br /&gt;Entortillé dans mes draps je crois me souvenir de toi&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque tu disais tout bas que tu n'aimais que moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce qui se passe au dehors m'indiffère&lt;br /&gt;Que le monde saute ce n'est pas mon affaire&lt;br /&gt;Dans ces draps bleus traîne encore l'odeur de tes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Ce bleu infiniment bleu que j' trouvais dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque je rêve tu es tout près de moi&lt;br /&gt;C'est la seule façon de rester avec toi&lt;br /&gt;C'est la raison pour laquelle je n'veux plus quitter mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu'enfin toutes les nuits durent toute la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7510759649330848805?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7510759649330848805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7510759649330848805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/07/etienne-daho-le-grand-sommeil.html' title='Etienne Daho - Le grand sommeil'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3438028783929077135</id><published>2007-07-17T01:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:59:37.957+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les-matins-de-Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teki-Latex'/><title type='text'>Teki Latex - Lio - Les matins de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x2083w?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x2083w?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des frissons quand ça me téléphone&lt;br /&gt;L'emission sur la télé résonne&lt;br /&gt;J'allume une cigarette et m'étonne&lt;br /&gt;De me sentir bien dans mes westones&lt;br /&gt;Les pietons marchent sans regarder&lt;br /&gt;Les pigeons discutent sur les pavés&lt;br /&gt;Ton visage ne veux pas s'effaçer&lt;br /&gt;J'n'arriverais pas à m'en séparer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Les matins de Paris&lt;br /&gt;Me chuchote en secret &lt;br /&gt;Tendre melodie&lt;br /&gt;Je n't'oublirais jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la table une bouteille de wisky&lt;br /&gt;Me maintient eveillé dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Le silence dans les rues de Paris&lt;br /&gt;Me rappel l'histoire de notre vie&lt;br /&gt;Je n'suis pas comme les autres garçons&lt;br /&gt;Mon ennui ressemble à une prison&lt;br /&gt;Laisse tomber ces masques a l'horizon&lt;br /&gt;Je t'oublirais grace a mes chansons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai des frissons quand ça me téléphone&lt;br /&gt;L'emission sur la télé résonne&lt;br /&gt;J'allume une cigarette et m'étonne&lt;br /&gt;De me sentir bien dans mes westones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les matins de Paris &lt;br /&gt;Qui chuchote en secret &lt;br /&gt;Tendre melodie&lt;br /&gt;Je n't'oublirais jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tendre melodie&lt;br /&gt;Je n't'oublirais jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3438028783929077135?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3438028783929077135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3438028783929077135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/07/teki-latex-feat-lio-les-matins-de-paris.html' title='Teki Latex - Lio - Les matins de Paris'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6947645694146950563</id><published>2007-07-14T01:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:07:42.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les-Wampas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ou-sont-les-femmes'/><title type='text'>Les Wampas - Où sont les femmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x285s8?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x285s8?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="343" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paroles et Musique: Jean Michel Jarre, Patrick Juvet   1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elles portent un blouson noir&lt;br /&gt;Elles fument le cigare&lt;br /&gt;Font parfois un enfant&lt;br /&gt;Par hasard !&lt;br /&gt;Et dès que vient le soir&lt;br /&gt;Elles courent dans le néant&lt;br /&gt;Vers des plaisirs provisoires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Avec leurs gestes pleins de charme&lt;br /&gt;Dites-moi où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont des rires pleins de larmes&lt;br /&gt;Auraient-elles perdu leur flamme&lt;br /&gt;Flamme, flamme, flamme, flamme&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elles ne parlent plus d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Elles portent les cheveux courts&lt;br /&gt;Et préfèrent les motos aux oiseaux&lt;br /&gt;Elles ont dans le regard&lt;br /&gt;Quelque chose d'un robot&lt;br /&gt;Qui étonne même les miroirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on embrasse et puis qui se pâment&lt;br /&gt;Dites-moi, où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont ces drôles de vague à l'âme&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on caresse et puis qui planent&lt;br /&gt;Planent, planent, planent, planent&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Qui vivent au bout des télégrammes&lt;br /&gt;Dites-moi, où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;A la fois si belles et si pâles&lt;br /&gt;Aux yeux qui traînent et qui flânent&lt;br /&gt;Flânent, flânent, flânent, flânent&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec leurs gestes pleins de charme&lt;br /&gt;Dites-moi où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont des rires pleins de larmes&lt;br /&gt;Auraient-elles perdu leur flamme&lt;br /&gt;Flamme, flamme, flamme, flamme&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ?&lt;br /&gt;Où sont les femmes ? ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6947645694146950563?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6947645694146950563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6947645694146950563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/06/les-wampas-ou-sont-les-femmes.html' title='Les Wampas - Où sont les femmes'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-6211475162297473895</id><published>2007-06-30T02:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:25:34.006+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabelle-Adjani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pull-Marine'/><title type='text'>Isabelle Adjani - Pull marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4aEH2C56V7ppnaLlc&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4aEH2C56V7ppnaLlc&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paroles: Isabelle Adjani &amp; Serge Gainsbourg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musique: Serge Gainsbourg - 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai touché le fond d'la piscine&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'petit pull marine,&lt;br /&gt;Tout déchiré aux coudes&lt;br /&gt;Qu'j'ai pas voulu recoudre,&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'avais donné.&lt;br /&gt;J'me sens tellement abandonnée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a pas qu'au fond d'la piscine&lt;br /&gt;Qu'mes yeux sont bleu marine.&lt;br /&gt;Tu les avais r'pérés&lt;br /&gt;Sans qu'il y ait un regard&lt;br /&gt;Et t'avais rappliqué.&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, je paie l'effet retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant de toucher le fond,&lt;br /&gt;Je descends à reculons,&lt;br /&gt;Sans trop savoir c'qui se passait dans le fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est plein d'chlore au fond de la piscine.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai bu la tasse, tchin tchin.&lt;br /&gt;Comme c'est pour toi, je m'en fous.&lt;br /&gt;J'suis vraiment prête à tout.&lt;br /&gt;T'avaler, que m'importe,&lt;br /&gt;Si l'on me trouve à moitié morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noyée au fond d'la piscine,&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne te voyait&lt;br /&gt;Sous mon p'tit pull marine,&lt;br /&gt;M'enlacer, j't'embrassais&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au point de non-retour,&lt;br /&gt;Plutôt limite de notre amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant de toucher le fond,&lt;br /&gt;Je descends à reculons,&lt;br /&gt;Sans trop savoir c'qui se passait dans le fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens vite au fond d'la piscine&lt;br /&gt;Repêcher ta p'tite sardine,&lt;br /&gt;L'empêcher de se noyer,&lt;br /&gt;Au fond d'toi, la garder,&lt;br /&gt;Petite sœur traqueuse&lt;br /&gt;De l'air de ton air amoureuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nous deux, c'est au fond dans la piscine,&lt;br /&gt;La deux des magazines&lt;br /&gt;Se chargera d'notre cas&lt;br /&gt;Et je n'aurai plus qu'à&lt;br /&gt;Mettre des verres fumés&lt;br /&gt;Pour montrer tout c'que je veux cacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrouve-moi au fond d'la piscine&lt;br /&gt;Avant qu'ça m'assassine&lt;br /&gt;De continuer sans toi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux compter sur moi :&lt;br /&gt;J'te r'ferai plus l' plan d'la star&lt;br /&gt;Qui a toujours ses coups de cafard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai touché le fond d'la piscine&lt;br /&gt;Dans ton p'tit pull marine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-6211475162297473895?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6211475162297473895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/6211475162297473895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/06/isabelle-adjani-pull-marine.html' title='Isabelle Adjani - Pull marine'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-5307798771537799248</id><published>2007-06-27T01:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:05:19.138+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Liste'/><title type='text'>Rose - La Liste</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x116c0?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x116c0?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="336" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aller à un concert&lt;br /&gt;Repeindre ma chambre en vert&lt;br /&gt;Boire de la vodka&lt;br /&gt;Aller chez Ikea&lt;br /&gt;Mettre un décolleté&lt;br /&gt;Louer un meublé&lt;br /&gt;Et puis tout massacrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleurer pour un rien&lt;br /&gt;Acheter un chien&lt;br /&gt;Faire semblant d'avoir mal&lt;br /&gt;Et mettre les voiles&lt;br /&gt;Fumer beaucoup trop&lt;br /&gt;Prendre le métro&lt;br /&gt;Et te prendre en photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeter tout par les fenêtres&lt;br /&gt;T'aimer de tout mon être&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça&lt;br /&gt;Est ce que ça te dé-çoit ?&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rien trouvé de mieux à faire&lt;br /&gt;et ça peut paraître bien ordinaire&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est la liste des choses que je veux faire avec toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te faire mourir de rire&lt;br /&gt;Aspirer tes soupirs&lt;br /&gt;M'enfermer tout le jour&lt;br /&gt;Ecrire des mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Boire mon café noir&lt;br /&gt;Me lever en retard&lt;br /&gt;Pleurer sur un trottoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me serrer sur ton coeur&lt;br /&gt;Pardonner tes erreurs&lt;br /&gt;Jouer de la guitare&lt;br /&gt;Danser sur un comptoir&lt;br /&gt;Remplir un caddie&lt;br /&gt;Avoir une petite fille&lt;br /&gt;Et passer mon permis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeter tout par les fenêtres&lt;br /&gt;T'aimer de tout mon être&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça&lt;br /&gt;Est ce que ça te dé-çoit ?&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rien trouvé de mieux à faire&lt;br /&gt;Et ça peut paraitre bien ordinaire&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est la liste des choses que je veux faire avec toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ha ya&lt;br /&gt;ha ya&lt;br /&gt;ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais je suis trop naïve&lt;br /&gt;De dresser la liste non exhaustive&lt;br /&gt;De toutes ces choses que je voudrais faire avec toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'embrasser partout&lt;br /&gt;S'aimer quand on est saouls&lt;br /&gt;Regarder les infos&lt;br /&gt;Et fumer toujours trop&lt;br /&gt;Eveiller tes soupçons&lt;br /&gt;Te demander pardon&lt;br /&gt;Et te traiter de con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoir un peu de spleen&lt;br /&gt;Ecouter Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;Te regarder dormir&lt;br /&gt;Me regarder guérir&lt;br /&gt;Faire du vélo à deux&lt;br /&gt;Se dire qu'on est heureux&lt;br /&gt;Emmerder les envieux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-5307798771537799248?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5307798771537799248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5307798771537799248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/06/rose-la-liste.html' title='Rose - La Liste'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-2511153975454491765</id><published>2007-06-04T01:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:40:00.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avec-ma-gueule-de-meteque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey-Starr'/><title type='text'>Joey-Starr - Ma gueule de métèque</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="420" height="332" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=c9e6d06f91&amp;autostart=false" /&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="guPlayer-c9e6d06f91" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf?b=1009" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#666666" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="vID=c9e6d06f91&amp;autostart=false" 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gueule de métèque&lt;br /&gt;Mon œil de prédateur&lt;br /&gt;En phase avec son temps,&lt;br /&gt;J’ai poussé sans tuteur&lt;br /&gt;Poussé comme une mauvaise herbe&lt;br /&gt;Comme un môme croate ou serbe&lt;br /&gt;Qu’on me dit que mon attitude fout la Gerbe&lt;br /&gt;C’est la merde, c’est la merde, c'est la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avec ma gueule de ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma gueule de métèque&lt;br /&gt;Rafistolée qui s'est bastonné&lt;br /&gt;A qui on a pris, tout volé, si peu donné&lt;br /&gt;J’ai pris des branlées par un père Déserteur&lt;br /&gt;Au point d’en espérer qu'en enfer&lt;br /&gt;Il y ait du bonheur&lt;br /&gt;La perception atrophiée&lt;br /&gt;Et c’est pas votre moralité qui m'a habillé&lt;br /&gt;Parce qu’anormal est l’isolement&lt;br /&gt;Dans lequel j'ai pu nager&lt;br /&gt;Dans lequel on m'a plongé&lt;br /&gt;Auquel personne n'a jamais voulu rien Changer&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma gueule de métèque&lt;br /&gt;Abreuvé par la passion&lt;br /&gt;Mon sacerdoce est ma mission&lt;br /&gt;Et si récompense il y a&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur me guide au trépas&lt;br /&gt;Rien est acquis je l’ai toujours pris&lt;br /&gt;Ca ça m'inquiète pas, ça m'inquiète pas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avec ma gueule de ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec mon air aigri amer, galbé comme Un fil de fer&lt;br /&gt;Affûté pour la guerre j’roule pour la Maison mère&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma gueule j’fais belek&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas une ganache de dieu grec&lt;br /&gt;Il est possible qu'on m'arrête ou par Erreur qu'on m'affrète&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma bouche qui a trop bu mon air Obtus qui pue la rue&lt;br /&gt;Cette façon d’être à raffut et en même Temps d'être à la rue&lt;br /&gt;Avec mes yeux tout délavés qui me Donnent l'air de rêver&lt;br /&gt;Avec mes rêves de délinquant&lt;br /&gt;Mes coups d’sang incessants&lt;br /&gt;Avec ma gueule de métèque&lt;br /&gt;Héritière dune souffrance lointaine&lt;br /&gt;J’veux pas finir en victime ni même finir A Fresnes&lt;br /&gt;Avec son visage ses yeux verts&lt;br /&gt;Tout me rapproche de ma mère&lt;br /&gt;Tout m'éloigne de mon père grâce à qui J'ai ce goût amer, goût amer, goût amer&lt;br /&gt;Goût amer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avec ma gueule de ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avec ma gueule de métèque"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-2511153975454491765?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2511153975454491765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2511153975454491765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/06/joey-starr-avec-ma-gueule-de-meteque.html' title='Joey-Starr - Ma gueule de métèque'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-4667153321819749592</id><published>2007-05-31T03:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:33:39.541+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alain-Chamfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mylene-Jampanoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Decadanse'/><title type='text'>La Decadanse par Alain Chamfort en duo avec Mylene Jampanoi sur des paroles de Serge Gainsbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7qyIQ6AsOLbKtaaG6&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7qyIQ6AsOLbKtaaG6&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Décadanse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourne-toi&lt;br /&gt;- Non&lt;br /&gt;- Contre moi&lt;br /&gt;- Non, pas comm'ça&lt;br /&gt;- ...Et danse&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;Bouge tes reins&lt;br /&gt;Lentement&lt;br /&gt;devant les miens&lt;br /&gt;- Reste là&lt;br /&gt;Derrièr' moi&lt;br /&gt;Balance&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;Que tes mains&lt;br /&gt;Frôlent mes seins&lt;br /&gt;Et mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;Qui est le tien&lt;br /&gt;- Mon amour&lt;br /&gt;De toujours&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;Sous mes doigts&lt;br /&gt;T'emmènera&lt;br /&gt;Vers de lointains&lt;br /&gt;Au-delà&lt;br /&gt;- Des eaux troubles&lt;br /&gt;Soudain troublent&lt;br /&gt;Mes sens&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;M'a perdue&lt;br /&gt;Ah tu me tues&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour&lt;br /&gt;Dis m'aimes-tu ?&lt;br /&gt;- Je t'aimais&lt;br /&gt;Déjà mais&lt;br /&gt;Nuance&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;Plus encore&lt;br /&gt;Que notre mort&lt;br /&gt;Lie nos âmes&lt;br /&gt;Et nos corps&lt;br /&gt;- Dieux Pardo-&lt;br /&gt;Nnez nos&lt;br /&gt;Offenses&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;A bercé&lt;br /&gt;Nos corps blasés&lt;br /&gt;Et nos âmes égarées&lt;br /&gt;- Dieux !&lt;br /&gt;Pardonnez nos offenses&lt;br /&gt;La décadanse&lt;br /&gt;A bercé&lt;br /&gt;Nos corps blasés&lt;br /&gt;Et nos âmes égarées&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-4667153321819749592?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4667153321819749592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4667153321819749592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-decadanse-alain-chamfort-mylene.html' title='La Decadanse par Alain Chamfort en duo avec Mylene Jampanoi sur des paroles de Serge Gainsbourg'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-9160187650191220884</id><published>2007-05-25T05:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:38:09.424+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot-in-here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiga'/><title type='text'>Tiga - Hot in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5xWiXXA8sTDR846Gn&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5xWiXXA8sTDR846Gn&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious&lt;br /&gt;Uh, flirtatcious, tryin to show patience&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for the right time to flash them keys&lt;br /&gt;Then um I'm leavin, please believin&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Me and the rest of my heathens&lt;br /&gt;Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons&lt;br /&gt;Penthouse, roof top, birds are feedin&lt;br /&gt;No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve and, no teasin&lt;br /&gt;I need you to get up up on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Give that man what he askin for (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you (ah, ah)&lt;br /&gt;And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I said)&lt;br /&gt;Its gettin hot in here (so hot)&lt;br /&gt;So take off all your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gettin So hot, I wanna take my clothes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it hang all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles&lt;br /&gt;What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the models&lt;br /&gt;I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle&lt;br /&gt;And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles&lt;br /&gt;Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it&lt;br /&gt;Ash tray, think its time to spark it,&lt;br /&gt;Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it&lt;br /&gt;I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it&lt;br /&gt;Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint&lt;br /&gt;VOKAL tanktop, on at this point&lt;br /&gt;Your with a winner so baby you cant loose&lt;br /&gt;I got secrets cant leave Cancun&lt;br /&gt;So take it off like your home alone&lt;br /&gt;You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;like "girl I think my butt gettin big"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it hang all out)&lt;br /&gt;Mix a little bit a ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit a ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it just fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit a ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit a ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it hang all out)&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit a ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;And a sprinkle a that ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it just fall out)&lt;br /&gt;I like it when ya ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Girl, Baby make it ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pacin, time wastin&lt;br /&gt;I gotta a friend with a fold in the basement (What?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Unless you gon' do it&lt;br /&gt;Extra, extra eh, spread the news (check it)&lt;br /&gt;Nelly took a trip from the Lou to Neptunes&lt;br /&gt;Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons&lt;br /&gt;Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it hang all out)&lt;br /&gt;Mix a little bit of ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it just fall all out)&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit of ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it hang all out)&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;And a sprinkle of that ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;(nelly let it just fall allout)&lt;br /&gt;I like it when ya ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Girl, Baby make it ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-9160187650191220884?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/9160187650191220884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/9160187650191220884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/05/tiga-hot-in-here.html' title='Tiga - Hot in here'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-5748577458587504451</id><published>2007-04-01T04:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:40:11.551+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerard-Darmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Carioca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alain-Chabat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cite-de-la-peur'/><title type='text'>Dansons la carioca - 1994</title><content type='html'>Alain Chabat et Gerard Darmon - La Carioca ( 1994 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k46aIpJjYVQF7BaHhR&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k46aIpJjYVQF7BaHhR&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Carioca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sais-tu danser la carioca ?&lt;br /&gt;C'n'est pas un fox-trot&lt;br /&gt;Ou une polka&lt;br /&gt;C'n'est vraiment pas&lt;br /&gt;Très compliqué&lt;br /&gt;Pour la comprendre&lt;br /&gt;Suis bien mes pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'n'est pas un tango&lt;br /&gt;Ou un cha cha&lt;br /&gt;Encore moins&lt;br /&gt;Une bossa nova&lt;br /&gt;Quand t'as goûté&lt;br /&gt;À cette danse là&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne peux&lt;br /&gt;Plus faire que ça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain :}&lt;br /&gt;Youpi&lt;br /&gt;Dansons la carioca&lt;br /&gt;C'est bien&lt;br /&gt;Faisez tous comme moi&lt;br /&gt;Youpi&lt;br /&gt;Avec la carioca&lt;br /&gt;Tant pis s'il faut dire&lt;br /&gt;Aux autres danses&lt;br /&gt;"Au revoir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maint'nant qu'tu danses&lt;br /&gt;La carioca&lt;br /&gt;Ça tu t'en fiches bien&lt;br /&gt;De la polka&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'en veux plus&lt;br /&gt;De la rumba, du houla hop&lt;br /&gt;Et du cha cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous les matins&lt;br /&gt;Dès le lever&lt;br /&gt;La carioca&lt;br /&gt;Te fait bouger&lt;br /&gt;Et quand tu danses&lt;br /&gt;Chaque petit pas&lt;br /&gt;Te mets en joie&lt;br /&gt;Pour la journée&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youpi&lt;br /&gt;Dansons la carioca&lt;br /&gt;C'est bien&lt;br /&gt;Faisez tous comme moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh oui ! Youpi&lt;br /&gt;Dansons la carioca&lt;br /&gt;Tant pis s'il faut dire&lt;br /&gt;À tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;"Au revoir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-5748577458587504451?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5748577458587504451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5748577458587504451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/04/alain-chabat-gerard-darmon-la-carioca.html' title='Dansons la carioca - 1994'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-2012530320643107203</id><published>2007-03-25T05:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:42:55.753+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timo-Maas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help-Me'/><title type='text'>Timo Maas Feat Kelis - Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="263"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6CKiU8YFo0mHo86Yc&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6CKiU8YFo0mHo86Yc&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="263" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an awful world inside of me&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe all the things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Who should I be? The sounds stifle me&lt;br /&gt;To feed in fear, try penetration here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realest part is my reflection's clear&lt;br /&gt;I know its crazy but the end is near&lt;br /&gt;We're all alone, and judgements will reveal&lt;br /&gt;Deep coat cause some will have eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my destiny so come with me&lt;br /&gt;This is just my destiny so come with me&lt;br /&gt;This is just my destiny so come with me&lt;br /&gt;This is just my destiny so come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-2012530320643107203?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2012530320643107203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/2012530320643107203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/03/timo-maas-feat-kelis-help-me.html' title='Timo Maas Feat Kelis - Help Me'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-1329098209509884331</id><published>2007-03-04T04:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:40:49.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5.55'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gainsbourg'/><title type='text'>Charlotte Gainsbourg 5.55</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="333"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1UR7E8bwurdXfaPxB&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1UR7E8bwurdXfaPxB&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="333" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cinq heures cinquante-cinq&lt;br /&gt;awake with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;a drift upon the night&lt;br /&gt;and miles away from land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cinq heures cinquante-cinq&lt;br /&gt;ante meridiem&lt;br /&gt;too late to end it now&lt;br /&gt;too early to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the morning will arrive&lt;br /&gt;can i begin another day&lt;br /&gt;whilst this old day is still alive&lt;br /&gt;refusing to be put away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;no sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a beast awaits its faith&lt;br /&gt;laid here with time to kill&lt;br /&gt;the very dead of night&lt;br /&gt;where time and space stand still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cinq heures cinquante-cinq&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever change&lt;br /&gt;on the altar of my thought&lt;br /&gt;i sacrifice myself again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;br /&gt;five fifty five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-1329098209509884331?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1329098209509884331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1329098209509884331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/05/charlotte-gainsbourg-555.html' title='Charlotte Gainsbourg 5.55'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3070915229088185813</id><published>2007-02-22T04:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:52:25.030+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just-Jack'/><title type='text'>Just Jack - Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5PTFyK71QRhtP7wMA&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5PTFyK71QRhtP7wMA&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this writer's block, it comes as quite a shock,&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,&lt;br /&gt;In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Its like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,&lt;br /&gt;On board a bullet train&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at night i think too much,&lt;br /&gt;About life and love and music and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin' in the past,&lt;br /&gt;My clocks an hour fast,&lt;br /&gt;Should really go and make a coffee but i can't be arsed,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my mobile phone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to call my home,&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone,&lt;br /&gt;My grimy windows show the early morning glow,&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another dollar in my one man show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,&lt;br /&gt;On board a bullet train&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;Don't know yet if i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i-&lt;br /&gt;I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i-&lt;br /&gt;I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i-&lt;br /&gt;I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i came&lt;br /&gt;But now i know i'm glad i came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3070915229088185813?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3070915229088185813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3070915229088185813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-jack-writers-block.html' title='Just Jack - Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-1717689842539027398</id><published>2007-02-17T07:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:58:24.068+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down-On-My-Knees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Ayo - Down On My Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/02/ayo-down-on-my-knees.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayo - Down On My Knees Le clip Video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1h3GqNnRQwgZD7wDb&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1h3GqNnRQwgZD7wDb&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/02/ayo-down-on-my-knees.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayo - Down On My Knees Live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4Hf25v02ZpP5m51p9&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4Hf25v02ZpP5m51p9&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Please, please don’t leave me (bis si version non acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think, she can love you more than me, Do you, really, really, think so&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think, she can give you more than me, baby, I know, she won’t&lt;br /&gt;Cause I loved you, unconditionally, I gave you even more than ,I had to give&lt;br /&gt;I was willing for you to die, cause you were more precious to me, than my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Please, please don’t leave me (bis si version non acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t believe, that you really, really, wanna leave me, just because of her&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgot about, all the things, we’ve been through, she was not the one, who was there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I loved you unconditionally, I gave you even more than ,I had to give&lt;br /&gt;I was willing for you to die, cause you were more precious to me, than my own life (bis si)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Please, please don’t leave me (bis si )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me, I’m begging, I love you, I need you, I’m dying, I’m crying, I’m begging,&lt;br /&gt;Please love me / (don’t leave me)&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I’m begging, please love me, I’m dying, I’m crying (I’m begging, I’m begging)&lt;br /&gt;Please dont’leave me, no,no, no, no, no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, I’m begging you, Down on my knees, Down on my knees, I’m begging you , you, you&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees, Down on my knees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-1717689842539027398?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1717689842539027398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/1717689842539027398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/02/ayo-down-on-my-knees.html' title='Ayo - Down On My Knees'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-5060624448110059823</id><published>2007-02-02T04:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:00:51.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chic-Planete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affaire-Louis-Trio'/><title type='text'>L'affaire Louis Trio - Chic planete</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5yhSmlfrn7peD9RZG&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5yhSmlfrn7peD9RZG&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amis Terriens, Amies Terriennes, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Regardez la boule qui roule sous nos pieds&lt;br /&gt;Comment elle tient, quoiqu'il advienne, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Parce qu'on y tient et qu'on est tous dessus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amis terriens, Amies Terriennes, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à la fin dansons main dans la main&lt;br /&gt;Il y a le bien, il y a la haine, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Mais elle nous tient et on est tous dessus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! A des millions d'années lumière&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a rien de plus beau&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Nulle part ailleurs dans l'univers&lt;br /&gt;Rien de plus beau que la Terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous la neige ou au soleil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus,...&lt;br /&gt;Et mettons-nous tous nus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amis terriens, Amies Terriennes, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Regardez la planète sous nos yeux&lt;br /&gt;Elle me convient car c'est la mienne, Han han&lt;br /&gt;Que j'y suis bien et qu'on est tous dessus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! A des millions d'années lumière&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a rien de plus beau&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Nulle part ailleurs dans l'univers&lt;br /&gt;Rien de plus beau que la Terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic planète, dansons dessus, oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;{ad libitum}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-5060624448110059823?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5060624448110059823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/5060624448110059823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/04/laffaire-louis-trio-chic-planete.html' title='L&apos;affaire Louis Trio - Chic planete'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-240808818125420220</id><published>2007-01-25T06:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:03:16.783+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The-Rah-Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds-across-the-Moon'/><title type='text'>Rah Band - Clouds across the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4N5hqvk45c3vL7xzm&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4N5hqvk45c3vL7xzm&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/rah-band-clouds-across-moon.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clouds across the Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Operator) : Good Evening, this is the intergalactic operator, can I help You ?&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs Johnson) : Yes, I'm trying to reach Flight Commander P. R. Johnson on Mars, Flight 2-4-7&lt;br /&gt;(Operator) : Very well, hold on please — You're through&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs Johnson) : Thank You, Operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, darling, how're you doing ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, where're you sleeping ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you&lt;br /&gt;Hi, darling, how's the weather ?&lt;br /&gt;Say, baby, is that cold better now ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh since you went away there's nothing going right&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep alone at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to say I badly need a friend or it's the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at the clouds across the moon&lt;br /&gt;Here in the night and just hope and pray that soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - You hurry home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, darling, the kids say they love you&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, is everything fine with you ?&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me but I'm trying not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've had a million different offers on the phone&lt;br /&gt;But I just stay right here at home&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;This crazy war !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at the clouds across the moon&lt;br /&gt;Here in the night and just hope and pray that soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling - You hurry home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Operator): I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteroid belt at this time, we may lose this valuable deep space communication link, please be as brief as possible, thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh since you went away there's nothing going right&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep alone at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to say I badly need a friend or it's, it's …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs. Johnson): Hello, Hello, operator ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you seem to have lost the connection, could you try again please ?&lt;br /&gt;(Operator): I'm sorry but I'm afraid we have lost contact to Mars 2-4-7 at this time&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs Johnson) : OK, well thank You very much - I'll try again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at the clouds across the moon&lt;br /&gt;Here in the night and just hope and pray that soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - You hurry home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Operator) : This is the intergalactic operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at the &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/rah-band-clouds-across-moon.html"&gt;clouds across the moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the night and just hope and pray that soon&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling - You hurry home to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-240808818125420220?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/240808818125420220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/240808818125420220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/rah-band-clouds-across-moon.html' title='Rah Band - Clouds across the Moon'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-8681143446432989661</id><published>2007-01-11T03:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:06:13.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eiffel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tu Vois Loin'/><title type='text'>Eiffel - Tu Vois Loin</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2qtwNzoDxHqtq57u8&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2qtwNzoDxHqtq57u8&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/eiffel-tu-vois-loin.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu Vois Loin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu les sens les courants d'air qui s'faufilent sous tes couettes&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'aux p'tites mèches qui frangent insolemment ta frontale&lt;br /&gt;Toutes ces pensées agiles qui en traversant les villes&lt;br /&gt;Sont à deux doigts de s'faire du bien en s'faisant la malle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite fille dans le cuir d'une fronde en lumière&lt;br /&gt;A décaniller les chats noirs et les hommes en gris&lt;br /&gt;Si l'or a un prix et que ce prix est l'ennui&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu s'ras sûrement là pour percuter l'immobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les éclairs de tes yeux crachent à l'infini&lt;br /&gt;On ne peut les contempler sans être ébloui&lt;br /&gt;Fluide comme l'air d'un tout nouveau pays&lt;br /&gt;De la lumière à en déchirer la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et le temps que l'on fragmente en 2002 soucis&lt;br /&gt;Il ne nous avait rien demandé ce vieil ami&lt;br /&gt;Petite conne, gentiment, ton sablier fera vide&lt;br /&gt;Et nous laissera des heures libres pour s'aimer encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les éclairs de tes yeux crachent à l'infini&lt;br /&gt;On ne peut les contempler sans être ébloui&lt;br /&gt;Fluide comme l'air d'un tout nouveau pays&lt;br /&gt;De la lumière à en déchirer la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois loin comme quand on ne sait rien et que l'on sent tout&lt;br /&gt;Et dans la petite cuillière faire glisser l'ordinaire que l'on catapulte au loin&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les éclairs de tes yeux crachent à l'infini&lt;br /&gt;On ne peut les contempler sans être ébloui&lt;br /&gt;Fluide comme l'air d'un tout nouveau pays&lt;br /&gt;De la lumière à en déchirer la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Source&lt;/b&gt; : www.parolesmania.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-8681143446432989661?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8681143446432989661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/8681143446432989661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/eiffel-tu-vois-loin.html' title='Eiffel - Tu Vois Loin'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-4494021328266040221</id><published>2007-01-09T05:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:07:32.043+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic-Fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Didier-Marouani'/><title type='text'>Space - Magic Fly  Didier Marouani</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4fsmksoYPjSEY7JsI&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4fsmksoYPjSEY7JsI&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-4494021328266040221?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4494021328266040221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4494021328266040221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/space-magic-fly-didier-marouani.html' title='Space - Magic Fly  Didier Marouani'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-9155255732054689977</id><published>2007-01-07T04:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:10:18.032+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan-Parsons-Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont-Answer-Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>The Alan Parsons Project - Don't Answer Me ( 1984 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kDXyhZoYo7Thmf8nV7&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kDXyhZoYo7Thmf8nV7&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="307" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/02/alan-parsons-project-dont-answer-me.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alan Parson's Project - Don't Answer Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in the power magic,&lt;br /&gt;I can change your mind&lt;br /&gt;And if you need to believe in someone,&lt;br /&gt;Turn and look behind&lt;br /&gt;When we were living in a dream world,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds got in the way&lt;br /&gt;We gave it up in a moment of madness&lt;br /&gt;And threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont answer me, dont break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me win&lt;br /&gt;Dont answer me, stay on your island&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away and hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the things weve said and done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in the power of magic,&lt;br /&gt;Its all a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;So if you need to believe in someone,&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend its me&lt;br /&gt;It aint enough that we meet as strangers&lt;br /&gt;I cant set you free&lt;br /&gt;So will you turn your back forever on what you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont answer me, dont break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me win&lt;br /&gt;Dont answer me, stay on your island&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away and hide from everyone&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the things weve said and done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-9155255732054689977?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/9155255732054689977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/9155255732054689977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/02/alan-parsons-project-dont-answer-me.html' title='The Alan Parsons Project - Don&apos;t Answer Me ( 1984 )'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-93632281591105948</id><published>2007-01-05T06:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:44:48.615+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J&apos;aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clara-Morgane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord-Kossity'/><title type='text'>Clara Morgane - J'aime (feat Lord Kossity)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1vb1z?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1vb1z?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="305" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/clara-morgane-jaime-feat-lord-kossity.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clara Morgane - J'aime (feat Lord Kossity)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi,&lt;br /&gt;mais je ne suis pas celle que tu crois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai que je te trouve jolie, jolie&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais bien te caresser jusqu'à l'agonie, gonie&lt;br /&gt;Même si je ne suis pas celle que tu crois&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas une question d'money, money&lt;br /&gt;Lord Ko et Clara Morgane au cro-mi, cro-mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis libre comme l'air, marche avant ou arrière&lt;br /&gt;Mes intentions se devinent dans l'ombre ou la lumière&lt;br /&gt;Tu me touches du doigt, cherche moi mieux que ça&lt;br /&gt;Je veux que tu m'examines donne pas ta langue au chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprévisible dans toutes circonstances on peut croire que tu n'opposes aucune résistance&lt;br /&gt;Si t'es superficielle tu ne tiendras pas la distance&lt;br /&gt;Mais je dois quand même avouer qu' t' as une certaine prestance&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant j' sais toujours pas où tu en veux en venir&lt;br /&gt;Des fois j'ai du mal à te cerner et à lire ton avenir&lt;br /&gt;Par où commencer même si je sais comment finir&lt;br /&gt;Tes faveurs j'aimerais bien les obtenir, Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai que je te trouve jolie, jolie&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais bien te caresser jusqu'à l'agonie, gonie&lt;br /&gt;Même si je ne suis pas celle que tu crois&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas une question d'money, money&lt;br /&gt;Lord Ko et Clara Morgane au cro-mi, cro-mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas un ange, et si je me mélange&lt;br /&gt;C'est que je fuis l'exil, moi j'ai besoin d'échanges&lt;br /&gt;Et lorsque je vois flou à mes saints je me voue&lt;br /&gt;C'est une fille fragile que tu vois en dessous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis pas venu faire le commis même si je reste poli&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai une bonne dose de folie, jamais je ne molli&lt;br /&gt;Paré pour du sex story ou une love story dans l'extase et l'euphorie un champion toutes catégories&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui soulage ta peine et qui efface les gorilles&lt;br /&gt;Je suis notorious&lt;br /&gt;J'suis pas celui qui te colle mais celui qui te cajole&lt;br /&gt;Capable de te rendre folle Clara Baby doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai que je te trouve jolie, jolie&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais bien te caresser jusqu'à l'agonie, gonie&lt;br /&gt;Même si je ne suis pas celle que tu crois&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas une question d'money, money&lt;br /&gt;Lord Ko et Clara Morgane au cro-mi, cro-mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi, mais je ne suis pas celle que tu crois&lt;br /&gt;Oh Clara Warning warning&lt;br /&gt;Oh Clara Warning warning&lt;br /&gt;Oh Clara Warning warning&lt;br /&gt;Jump up Jump up Jump up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les regards que tu glisses sur moi&lt;br /&gt;C'est vrai que je te trouve jolie, jolie&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais bien te caresser jusqu'à l'agonie, gonie&lt;br /&gt;Même si je ne suis pas celle que tu crois&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas une question d'money, money&lt;br /&gt;Lord Ko et Clara Morgane au cro-mi, cro-mi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-93632281591105948?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/93632281591105948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/93632281591105948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/clara-morgane-jaime-feat-lord-kossity.html' title='Clara Morgane - J&apos;aime (feat Lord Kossity)'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116623946048301293</id><published>2007-01-01T04:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:18:23.374+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helena-Noguerra'/><title type='text'>Helena Noguerra - Je t'aime salaud</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7MI6ULhugTTRY5BJ2&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7MI6ULhugTTRY5BJ2&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu prends ton bain&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu lis le matin&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime quand même&lt;br /&gt;Même quand tu ne dors pas avec moi&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Même quand tu bois&lt;br /&gt;Un peu de trop&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'aime quand même&lt;br /&gt;Comme tu m'aimes dans ces moments-là&lt;br /&gt;Oui, tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Avec ton rasoir&lt;br /&gt;Tout nu, costaud devant ton miroir&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime, quand même&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu te crois dans un vieux western&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu sens sous les bras&lt;br /&gt;C'est doux, c'est chaud&lt;br /&gt;J'aime dans cet état là&lt;br /&gt;J'aime, oh j'aime&lt;br /&gt;Te sentir là dans ces moments-là&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime salaud&lt;br /&gt;Ton torse velu&lt;br /&gt;Ton cul bardot&lt;br /&gt;Ton ventre tendu&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime quand même&lt;br /&gt;Même si tu ne te mets jamais à nu&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime (une dizaine de fois)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116623946048301293?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116623946048301293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116623946048301293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/helena-noguerra-je-taime-salaud.html' title='Helena Noguerra - Je t&apos;aime salaud'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116571693967888125</id><published>2006-12-31T03:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:19:41.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-ceinture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elodie-Frege'/><title type='text'>Elodie Frege - La ceinture</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kXgoWevIC41qC75k95&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kXgoWevIC41qC75k95&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La ceinture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non pas sur la bouche&lt;br /&gt;même si c'est louche&lt;br /&gt;puisque ma langue&lt;br /&gt;a le goût de ta vertu&lt;br /&gt;de ton honneur perdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur les lèvres&lt;br /&gt;même si j'en rêve&lt;br /&gt;même si je tremble&lt;br /&gt;et bien que mon coeur soit nu&lt;br /&gt;mon âme est revêtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de pudeur et d'impudence&lt;br /&gt;sans te faire offense&lt;br /&gt;mieux n'vaut pas tenter sa chance&lt;br /&gt;rien ne dure&lt;br /&gt;au dessus de la ceinture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur la bouche&lt;br /&gt;même sous la douche&lt;br /&gt;même si c'est dur&lt;br /&gt;je te mordrai c'est promis&lt;br /&gt;tous les coups sont permis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur les lèvres&lt;br /&gt;même pas en rêve&lt;br /&gt;à cent pour sûre&lt;br /&gt;ou tu mangeras ton pain gris&lt;br /&gt;mon coeur est endurci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne tire pas sur l'ambulance&lt;br /&gt;garde la potence&lt;br /&gt;plus rien n'a plus d'importance&lt;br /&gt;rien ne dure&lt;br /&gt;au dessus de la ceinture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur la bouche&lt;br /&gt;je sais je touche le fond du lac&lt;br /&gt;le temps des cerises est mort&lt;br /&gt;le diable est dans le corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur les lèvres&lt;br /&gt;non c'est pas mièvre&lt;br /&gt;c'est pas le trac&lt;br /&gt;mais je préfére me donner crue&lt;br /&gt;sans revers ni refus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rendons nous à l'évidence&lt;br /&gt;tout est cuit d'avance&lt;br /&gt;mieux n'vaut pas tenter sa chance&lt;br /&gt;rien ne dure&lt;br /&gt;au dessus de la ceinture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur la bouche&lt;br /&gt;je sais c'est louche&lt;br /&gt;puisque ma peau&lt;br /&gt;a l'odeur de ton odeur&lt;br /&gt;au dehors il fait chaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non pas sur les lèvres&lt;br /&gt;jamais de trève&lt;br /&gt;et pas d'assaut&lt;br /&gt;le bonheur est dans la pente&lt;br /&gt;entre le sol et le ventre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre l'oubli et l'oubli&lt;br /&gt;bel oiseau du paradis&lt;br /&gt;joue plutôt jeux interdits&lt;br /&gt;rien ne dure&lt;br /&gt;au dessus de la ceinture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116571693967888125?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116571693967888125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116571693967888125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/12/elodie-frege-la-ceinture.html' title='Elodie Frege - La ceinture'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116571727959060440</id><published>2006-12-17T03:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:46:42.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vous-les-femmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julio-Iglesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Julio Iglesias - vous les femmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="420" height="336" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=6d9838db0e&amp;autostart=false" /&gt;&lt;param name="name" value="guPlayer-6d9838db0e" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf?b=1009" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#666666" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="vID=6d9838db0e&amp;autostart=false" src="http://files.indavideo.hu/player/gup.swf?b=1009" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#666666" width="420" height="336"  name="guPlayer-6d9838db0e" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous les femmes, vous le charme&lt;br /&gt;Vos sourires nous attirent nous désarment&lt;br /&gt;Vous les anges, adorables&lt;br /&gt;Et nous sommes nous les hommes pauvres diables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec des milliers de roses on vous entoure&lt;br /&gt;On vous aime et sans le dire on vous le prouve&lt;br /&gt;On se croit très forts on pense vous connaître&lt;br /&gt;On vous dit toujours, vous répondez peut-être&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous les femmes, vous mon drame&lt;br /&gt;Vous si douces, vous la source de nos larmes&lt;br /&gt;Pauvres diables, que nous sommes&lt;br /&gt;Vulnérables, misérables, nous les hommes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauvres diables, pauvres diables ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dès qu'un autre vous sourit on a tendance&lt;br /&gt;A jouer plus ou moins bien l'indifférence&lt;br /&gt;On fait tout pour se calmer puis on éclate&lt;br /&gt;On est fous de jalousie et ça vous flatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous les femmes vous le charme&lt;br /&gt;Vos sourires nous attirent nous désarment&lt;br /&gt;Pauvres diables que nous sommes&lt;br /&gt;Vulnérables, misérables, nous les hommes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauvres diables, Pauvres diables, Pauvres diables&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116571727959060440?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116571727959060440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116571727959060440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/12/julio-iglesias-vous-les-femmes.html' title='Julio Iglesias - vous les femmes'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116312087158612974</id><published>2006-11-18T02:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:23:53.559+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Benoit-Dunckel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At-the-end-of-the-sky'/><title type='text'>Darkel - At the end of the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7rbDDZWesGHr53onw&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7rbDDZWesGHr53onw&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling i found a way across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Found a way that i could fly&lt;br /&gt;To the origin of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rewound to a place i don’t recall&lt;br /&gt;When my mother gave me life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember that at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it’s so far and the memory is gone&lt;br /&gt;And my reverie is worn&lt;br /&gt;I told you of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;On a dark loveless night&lt;br /&gt;You told me my name&lt;br /&gt;I forgot it again&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go and i sit upon a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a spiders web&lt;br /&gt;Flashing blue and flashing red&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling it’s flashing blue and flashing red&lt;br /&gt;It will open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That’s the end of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sliding down, i’m going down from so far away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sliding down, i’m going down&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is bright&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers, all my prayers are waiting there&lt;br /&gt;I am caught upon a thread&lt;br /&gt;Dying in a spiders web&lt;br /&gt;And my love, all my love is shining there&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know you care&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that i said ?&lt;br /&gt;I’m dying in a spiders web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116312087158612974?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312087158612974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312087158612974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/11/darkel-at-end-of-sky.html' title='Darkel - At the end of the sky'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116294888963883144</id><published>2006-11-08T02:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:27:12.323+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two-Way-Monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sondre-Lerche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Sondre Lerche - Two Way Monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3d2Zg4RAQjShH4bVj&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3d2Zg4RAQjShH4bVj&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma&lt;br /&gt;All the other options that you had in mind stun me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa&lt;br /&gt;Won't you listen and I'll let you in on this&lt;br /&gt;Blind me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you listen and I'll reduce advice to dust&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to spell my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma&lt;br /&gt;If it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mother&lt;br /&gt;It is hard not to look in the mirror's eye&lt;br /&gt;I have come to this while you have come along&lt;br /&gt;So it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to spell my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start the two way monologues that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;We can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl&lt;br /&gt;Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust&lt;br /&gt;Machine-washed, that's how paper rusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace&lt;br /&gt;strike back, now they shape your life as stony as his face&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to spell his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start the two way monologues that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Start the two way monologues that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;We're talking two way monologues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chasing rabbits on the hill&lt;br /&gt;Oh that prairie-life was great, but never real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we never saw no rabbits out there, ever, no, not once&lt;br /&gt;All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of stairs and walls and maladjusted doors&lt;br /&gt;and too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the two way monologues that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;Start the two way monologues that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;We're talking two way monologues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116294888963883144?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116294888963883144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116294888963883144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/11/sondre-lerche-two-way-monologue.html' title='Sondre Lerche - Two Way Monologue'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-3571089748333085449</id><published>2006-11-02T03:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:29:07.092+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia-Ruiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Femme-Chocolat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Olivia Ruiz - La Femme Chocolat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2cnhT0Js7TAJY7wV8&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2cnhT0Js7TAJY7wV8&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taille-moi les hanches à la hache&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop mangé de chocolat&lt;br /&gt;Croque moi la peau, s'il-te-plaît&lt;br /&gt;Croque moi les os, s'il le faut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le temps des grandes métamorphoses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au bout de mes tout petits seins&lt;br /&gt;S'insinuent, pointues et dodues&lt;br /&gt;Deux noisettes, crac! Tu les manges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le temps des grandes métamorphoses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au bout de mes lèvres entrouvertes&lt;br /&gt;pousse un framboisier rouge argenté&lt;br /&gt;Pourrais-tu m'embrasser pour me le couper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétris-moi les hanches de baisers&lt;br /&gt;Je deviens la femme chocolat&lt;br /&gt;Laisse fondre mes hanches Nutella&lt;br /&gt;Le sang qui coule en moi c'est du chocolat chaud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour je vais m'envoler&lt;br /&gt;A travers le ciel à force de gonfler...&lt;br /&gt;Et je baillerai des éclairs&lt;br /&gt;Une comète plantée entre les dents&lt;br /&gt;Mais sur terre, en attendant&lt;br /&gt;Je me transformerai en la femme chocolat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taille-moi les hanches à la hache&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop mangé de chocolat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-3571089748333085449?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3571089748333085449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/3571089748333085449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2007/01/olivia-ruiz-la-femme-chocolat.html' title='Olivia Ruiz - La Femme Chocolat'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116295622620037710</id><published>2006-10-24T04:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:48:40.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zanini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tu-Veux-Ou-Tu-Veux-Pas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Zanini - Tu Veux Ou Tu Veux Pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xm1oz?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xm1oz?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;Tu veux ou tu veux pas&lt;br /&gt;Tu veux c'est bien&lt;br /&gt;Si tu veux pas tant pis&lt;br /&gt;Si tu veux pas&lt;br /&gt;J'en f'rai pas une maladie&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais voilà réponds-moi&lt;br /&gt;Non ou bien oui&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme ci ou comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu veux ou tu veux pas&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu dis noir et après tu dis blanc&lt;br /&gt;C'est noir c'est noir&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais si c'est blanc c'est blanc&lt;br /&gt;C'est noir ou blanc&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce n'est pas noir et blanc&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme ci ou comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie, oui c'est une gymnastique&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est comme la musique&lt;br /&gt;Y a du mauvais et du bon&lt;br /&gt;La vie, pour moi elle est magnifique&lt;br /&gt;Faut pas que tu la compliques&lt;br /&gt;Par tes hésitations&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie, elle peut être très douce&lt;br /&gt;A condition que tu la pousses&lt;br /&gt;Dans la bonne direction&lt;br /&gt;La vie, elle est là elle nous appelle&lt;br /&gt;Avec toi elle sera belle&lt;br /&gt;Si tu viens à la maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu veux ou tu veux pas ? hein !&lt;br /&gt;Quoi ? Ah ! tu dis oui&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! a a a a a a a&lt;br /&gt;Et ben moi j'veux plus !&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ! la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295622620037710?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295622620037710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295622620037710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/zanini-tu-veux-ou-tu-veux-pas.html' title='Zanini - Tu Veux Ou Tu Veux Pas'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116295415962256852</id><published>2006-10-20T03:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:33:00.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Ouate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caroline-Loeb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Caroline Loeb - C'est La Ouate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="357"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3MNyETzia5miB18RD&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3MNyETzia5miB18RD&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="357" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paresseuse&lt;br /&gt;Par essence elle est paresseuse&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce vraiment la paresse&lt;br /&gt;Ou trop de quoi ou qu'est-ce...&lt;br /&gt;Apparemment elle est heureuse&lt;br /&gt;C'est la plus heureuse des paresseuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;De toutes les matières&lt;br /&gt;C'est la ouate qu'elle préfère&lt;br /&gt;Passive, elle est pensive&lt;br /&gt;En négligé de soie&lt;br /&gt;C'est la ouate&lt;br /&gt;De toutes les matières&lt;br /&gt;C'est la ouate qu'elle préfère&lt;br /&gt;Passive, elle est pensive&lt;br /&gt;En négligé de soie&lt;br /&gt;C'est la ouate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas bosseuse&lt;br /&gt;Et tous les beaux mecs s'usent&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'en fout, elle balance&lt;br /&gt;Son cul avec indolence&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'en fout ell' s'balance&lt;br /&gt;De savoir ce que les autres pensent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle déchire les pages de tous les dictionnaires&lt;br /&gt;Elle n'a que quelques mots à son vocabulaire&lt;br /&gt;Amour par terre et somnifères&lt;br /&gt;En d'autres mots elle se laisse faire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295415962256852?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295415962256852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295415962256852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/caroline-loeb-cest-la-ouate.html' title='Caroline Loeb - C&apos;est La Ouate'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116295371027064365</id><published>2006-10-15T03:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:50:32.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antisocial'/><title type='text'>Trust - Antisocial</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x48bmo?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x48bmo?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale&lt;br /&gt;Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal&lt;br /&gt;Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro&lt;br /&gt;Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas&lt;br /&gt;Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle&lt;br /&gt;Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle.&lt;br /&gt;Tu voudrais donner des yeux à la justice&lt;br /&gt;Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial, tu perds ton sang froid.&lt;br /&gt;Repense à toutes ces années de service.&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial, bientôt les années de sévices&lt;br /&gt;Enfin le temps perdu qu'on ne rattrape plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps.&lt;br /&gt;En les éclaboussant, tu deviens gênant.&lt;br /&gt;Dans ton désespoir, il reste un peu d'espoir&lt;br /&gt;Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins bâtards.&lt;br /&gt;Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutôt les poings&lt;br /&gt;Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite&lt;br /&gt;Relève la gueule, je suis là, t'es pas seul&lt;br /&gt;Ceux qui t'enviaient, aujourd'hui te jugeraient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale&lt;br /&gt;Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal&lt;br /&gt;Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro&lt;br /&gt;Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas&lt;br /&gt;Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle&lt;br /&gt;Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle.&lt;br /&gt;Tu voudrais donner des yeux à la justice&lt;br /&gt;Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices.&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial, antisocial, antisocial, antisocial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295371027064365?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295371027064365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295371027064365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/trust-antisocial.html' title='Trust - Antisocial'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116295453519132337</id><published>2006-10-07T03:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:52:03.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slave-To-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxy-Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Roxy Music - Slave To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/roxy-music-slave-to-love.html"&gt;Bryan Ferry &amp;amp; Roxy Music - Slave To Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1qy8v?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1qy8v?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;In the usual place&lt;br /&gt;With the tired and weary&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;To need a woman&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know&lt;br /&gt;How the strong get weak&lt;br /&gt;And the rich get poor&lt;br /&gt;You're running with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;We're restless hearted&lt;br /&gt;Not the chained and bound&lt;br /&gt;The sky is burning&lt;br /&gt;A sea of flame&lt;br /&gt;Though your world is changing&lt;br /&gt;I will be the same&lt;br /&gt;The storm is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;We're too young to reason&lt;br /&gt;Too grown up to dream&lt;br /&gt;Now spring is turning&lt;br /&gt;Your face to mine&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your laughter&lt;br /&gt;I can see your smile&lt;br /&gt;No I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slave to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295453519132337?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295453519132337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295453519132337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/roxy-music-slave-to-love.html' title='Roxy Music - Slave To Love'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115999237051710932</id><published>2006-10-04T22:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:54:19.529+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France-Gall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique'/><title type='text'>France Gall - Musique</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1wn7y?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1wn7y?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quittons dans ce monde insolite&lt;br /&gt;Le bruit des pelles mécaniques&lt;br /&gt;Qui construisent quoi&lt;br /&gt;Faisons taire les mélancoliques&lt;br /&gt;Avec notre propre rythmique et notre joie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musique&lt;br /&gt;Et que chacun se mette à chanter&lt;br /&gt;Et que chacun se laisse emporter&lt;br /&gt;Chacun tout contre l'autre serré&lt;br /&gt;Chacun tout contre l'autre enlacé&lt;br /&gt;{L'un contre l'autre}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musique&lt;br /&gt;Que les orchestres se mettent à jouer&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mémoires se mettent à rêver&lt;br /&gt;Et laissons voyager nos pensées&lt;br /&gt;Laissons aller nos corps et flotter&lt;br /&gt;{L'un contre l'autre}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musique&lt;br /&gt;On est trop faible pour s'entre-tuer&lt;br /&gt;On est trop seul pour se détester&lt;br /&gt;On est trop mal pour s'en rajouter&lt;br /&gt;On est trop rien pour se déchirer&lt;br /&gt;{Les uns les autres}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musique&lt;br /&gt;Déposons nos armes à nos pieds&lt;br /&gt;Renvoyons chez elles nos armées&lt;br /&gt;Jetons à terre nos boucliers&lt;br /&gt;Claquons des doigts et frappons du pied&lt;br /&gt;{Un, deux, trois quatre}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musique&lt;br /&gt;Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique&lt;br /&gt;Humm&lt;br /&gt;Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique&lt;br /&gt;Humm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115999237051710932?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999237051710932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999237051710932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/10/france-gall-musique.html' title='France Gall - Musique'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115999372094919516</id><published>2006-09-22T22:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:56:43.343+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter-Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont-Give-Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate-Bush'/><title type='text'>Kate Bush - Don't Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x191e?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x191e?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this proud land we grew up strong&lt;br /&gt;we were wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;I was taught to fight&lt;br /&gt;taught to win&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could fail.&lt;br /&gt;No fight left or so it segms&lt;br /&gt;I am a man whose dreams have all deserted&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my face&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my name&lt;br /&gt;But no one wants you when you lose.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - 'cause you have friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - you're not beaten yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - I know you can make it good.&lt;br /&gt;Though I saw it all around&lt;br /&gt;never thought that I could be affected&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we'd be last to go&lt;br /&gt;it is so strange the way things turn.&lt;br /&gt;Drove the night toward my home&lt;br /&gt;the place that I was Dorn on the lakeside&lt;br /&gt;As daylight broke I saw the earth&lt;br /&gt;the trees had burned down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - you still have us&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - we don't need much of anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;'cause somewhere there's a place where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;Rest your head&lt;br /&gt;you worry too much&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough you can fall back on us&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;Got to walk out of here&lt;br /&gt;I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Going to stand on that bridge&lt;br /&gt;keep my eyes down below.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever may come and whatever may go -&lt;br /&gt;That river's flowing&lt;br /&gt;that river's flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to another town&lt;br /&gt;tried hord to settle down&lt;br /&gt;For every iob so many men&lt;br /&gt;so many men no one needs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - 'cause you have friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - you're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - no reason to be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - you still have us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up now - we're proud of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - you know it's never been easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up - 'cause I believe there's a place&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/09/kate-bush-dont-give-up.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction de " Don't Give Up "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette fière contrée nous sommes devenus forts&lt;br /&gt;Nous étions demandés&lt;br /&gt;On m'a appris à me battre, on m'a appris à gagner&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai jamais pensé que je pourrais échouer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus de combat à mener, en tout cas il semble&lt;br /&gt;Je suis un homme déserté par tous ses rêves&lt;br /&gt;J'ai changé de visage, j'ai changé de nom&lt;br /&gt;Mais personne ne veut de toi quand tu perds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Car tu as des amis&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'es pas encore vaincu&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que tu peux y arriver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien que j'ai repensé à tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai jamais cru que je pourrais être affecté&lt;br /&gt;Bien que nous étions les derniers à partir&lt;br /&gt;Les choses prennent un cours si curieux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai conduit la nuit, dans la direction de chez moi&lt;br /&gt;L'endroit où je suis né, sur les bords du lac&lt;br /&gt;Au lever du soleil, j'ai vu la terre&lt;br /&gt;Les arbres calcinés reposaient sur le sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Tu nous as toujours&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'avons pas besoin de grand chose&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Car il y a un endroit quelque part&lt;br /&gt;Où nous avons notre place&lt;br /&gt;Détends-toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu t'inquiètes trop&lt;br /&gt;Ca va aller&lt;br /&gt;Quand les temps sont durs&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux compter sur nous&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;S'il te plaît, ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois quitter cet endroit&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux plus le supporter&lt;br /&gt;Je vais rester sur ce pont&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux regardant en bas&lt;br /&gt;Peu importe ce qui se présente&lt;br /&gt;Ou ce qui nous quitte&lt;br /&gt;La rivière s'écoule&lt;br /&gt;La rivière s'écoule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déménageant dans une autre ville&lt;br /&gt;Se donnant du mal pour s'établir&lt;br /&gt;Pour chaque emploi, tant d'hommes,&lt;br /&gt;Tant d'hommes dont personne n'a besoin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Car tu as des amis&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'es pas le seul&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a pas de quoi avoir honte&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes avec toi&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes fiers de ce que tu es&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que ça n'a jamais été facile&lt;br /&gt;Ne baisse pas les bras&lt;br /&gt;Car je suis convaincu qu'il y a un endroit&lt;br /&gt;Un endroit où nous avons notre place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115999372094919516?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999372094919516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999372094919516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/09/kate-bush-dont-give-up.html' title='Kate Bush - Don&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115999281791968081</id><published>2006-09-17T22:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:58:10.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babooshka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate-Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Kate Bush - Babooshka</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xodav?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xodav?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to test her husband.&lt;br /&gt;She knew exactly what to do:&lt;br /&gt;A pseudonym to fool him.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't have made a worse move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent him scented letters,&lt;br /&gt;And he received them with a strange delight.&lt;br /&gt;Just like his wife&lt;br /&gt;But how she was before the tears,&lt;br /&gt;And how she was before the years flew by,&lt;br /&gt;And how she was when she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She signed the letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrain]:&lt;br /&gt;"All yours,&lt;br /&gt;Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to take it further,&lt;br /&gt;So she arranged a place to go,&lt;br /&gt;To see if he&lt;br /&gt;Would fall for her incognito.&lt;br /&gt;And when he laid eyes on her,&lt;br /&gt;He got the feeling they had met before.&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny how she&lt;br /&gt;Reminds him of his little lady,&lt;br /&gt;Capacity to give him all he needs,&lt;br /&gt;Just like his wife before she freezed on him,&lt;br /&gt;Just like his wife when she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;He shouted out, "I'm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115999281791968081?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999281791968081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115999281791968081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/09/kate-bush-babooshka.html' title='Kate Bush - Babooshka'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7552198661532904773</id><published>2006-08-22T05:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:03:57.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etre-une-femme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anggun'/><title type='text'>Anggun - Etre une femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object  classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,40,0" width="420" height="339" id="player-41259c11cf"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=41259c11cf&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" /&gt;&lt;embed width="420" height="339" flashvars="vID=41259c11cf&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" menu="false" src="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" id="player-41259c11cf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Être une femme, une femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laisse mes talons aiguilles&lt;br /&gt;Faire de moi une fille&lt;br /&gt;Sans me regarder&lt;br /&gt;Comme un objet&lt;br /&gt;Sur le vent qui joue&lt;br /&gt;Dévoile mes genoux&lt;br /&gt;Mais jamais question d'attirer sur moi l'intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;Sur mes longs cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Derrière la couleur de mes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Il y a juste quelqu'un qui veut&lt;br /&gt;Etre une femme, une femme&lt;br /&gt;Et sur le dessin de ma bouche&lt;br /&gt;Tu as cette peau que tu touches&lt;br /&gt;Il y a juste quelqu'un qui peut&lt;br /&gt;Etre une femme, une femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Être une femme, une femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laisse mes envies de soie&lt;br /&gt;En dehors de toi&lt;br /&gt;Mes jambes se croiser&lt;br /&gt;Mon corps bouger&lt;br /&gt;Mes sourires glamour&lt;br /&gt;Mon parfum du jour&lt;br /&gt;N'ont pas l'intention d'attirer sur moi la passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur mes longs cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Ah quelqu'un qui veut&lt;br /&gt;Etre une femme une femme&lt;br /&gt;Sur cette peau que tu touches&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un qui peut être une femme&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un qui peut être une femme&lt;br /&gt;Quelque être une femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrière le charme&lt;br /&gt;Juste une femme&lt;br /&gt;Sans aucune âme&lt;br /&gt;Juste une femme&lt;br /&gt;Garde pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Tous ces regards qui en disent long&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu glisses sur moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain, x3}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7552198661532904773?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7552198661532904773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7552198661532904773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/anggun-etre-une-femme.html' title='Anggun - Etre une femme'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115375729784578529</id><published>2006-08-15T18:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:24:38.496+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Dujardin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brice-de-Nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le-casse-de-Brice'/><title type='text'>Brice de Nice - Le casse de Brice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/brice-de-nice-le-casse-de-brice.html"&gt;Brice de Nice - Le casse de Brice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xax2u?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xax2u?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="343" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le casse de Brice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casse ! Casse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'm'appelle Brice, j' viens de Nice,&lt;br /&gt;J'suis surfeur, winner, ascendant snowboarder,&lt;br /&gt;J'suis le roi de la glisse, pas besoin de notice,&lt;br /&gt;Sur les eaux de surface, j' suis le roi de la casse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash ! Be nice, with Brice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the money, hé ! C'est par ici!&lt;br /&gt;Dieu vous le rendra, c'est un ami !&lt;br /&gt;T'as d'la chance !&lt;br /&gt;Mamy, aujourd'hui, l'spectacle est gratuit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi tu t'arrêtes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est Brice compil, c'est le casse de Nice,(c'est quoi ?)&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse funky (ah ouais?), c'est le casse de Briiice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le soir, dans tes yellows, ta vie doit surfer sur du beau !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash !(Moneyyyy) Be nice, with Brice !&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash !(T'aimes bien ? Ouais ?) Cassse de Briiice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois qu'on sait pas très bien compris !&lt;br /&gt;Y a juste assez pour un frisbee !&lt;br /&gt;J'ai besoin braïssé de gros euros,&lt;br /&gt;Faites un effort, c'est pour le shooow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash !(Body Mama) Be nice, with Brice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ton cash me plait, allez casse comme moi !&lt;br /&gt;Donne tout ce que t'as pas ! Cassé ! (ça c'est fait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est Brice compil, c'est le casse de Nice,&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse funky, c'est le casse de Briiice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le soir, dans tes yellows, ta vie doit surfer sur du beau !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash !(Bah danse ! Ah tu danse ah ah ah !) Be nice, with Brice !&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash ! Cassse de Briiice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Ouais ! Ah ! C'est bon, çà ! Ouais !(Funkyyy)&lt;br /&gt;T'es là, alors ! Vous êtes tous là ?&lt;br /&gt;Ouais ! Ah ! J'me la donne !&lt;br /&gt;J'me la donne ! J'me la donne ! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amis, ouvrez vos coeurs ! Non, n'ayez pas peur !&lt;br /&gt;L'argent ne fait pas le bonhEur !&lt;br /&gt;Le fric, ça rend méchant ! Moi, c'est différent !&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'suis né dans le luxe, c'est mon élément !&lt;br /&gt;Pas le tien, appare...mment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi du cash ! Be nice, with Brice ! {x4}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour rêver la vie en jaune je trip, contre les démons de la déprime,&lt;br /&gt;C'que Dieu vous donne, puis s'multiplie, coquine le coffre c'est par ici !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice ! {x3}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le cash de Brice ! C'est le cash de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le cash, cash, cash, cash, cash de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse de Brice ! C'est le casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le casse, casse, casse, casse, casse de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le cash de Brice ! C'est le cash de Brice !&lt;br /&gt;C'est le cash, cash, cash, cash, cash de Brice ! {x2}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115375729784578529?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115375729784578529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115375729784578529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/brice-de-nice-le-casse-de-brice.html' title='Brice de Nice - Le casse de Brice'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-7863103969877776887</id><published>2006-08-08T12:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:16:01.093+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alizee'/><title type='text'>Alizee - Les collines</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xjhra2?width=4230&amp;amp;theme=denim&amp;amp;foreground=%23E0EEF1&amp;amp;highlight=%23A2ACBF&amp;amp;background=%23202226&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;related=0""&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xjhra2?width=420&amp;amp;theme=denim&amp;amp;foreground=%23E0EEF1&amp;amp;highlight=%23A2ACBF&amp;amp;background=%23202226&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;related=0"" width="420" height="337" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parole de Les Collines (Never Leave You)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poursuivie&lt;br /&gt;J’ai gagné les collines&lt;br /&gt;J’ai pris le maquis&lt;br /&gt;Semé les chiens de chasse&lt;br /&gt;Effacé mes traces&lt;br /&gt;Maquillé ma fuite&lt;br /&gt;Mes valises sont vides&lt;br /&gt;Mon cœur léger&lt;br /&gt;Léger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Never ever wanna I leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so…&lt;br /&gt;But I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Des vitrines infinies&lt;br /&gt;Des horizons dorés&lt;br /&gt;Je veux m’en passer&lt;br /&gt;Auprès des Hespérides&lt;br /&gt;J’irai penser&lt;br /&gt;De grands félins timides&lt;br /&gt;Paisibles, plaisirs, blessés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes valises sont vides&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur léger&lt;br /&gt;Léger….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-7863103969877776887?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7863103969877776887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/7863103969877776887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2008/08/alizee-les-collines.html' title='Alizee - Les collines'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309849651286623</id><published>2006-08-07T03:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:15:51.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copacabana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barry-Manilow'/><title type='text'>Barry Manilow - Copacabana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/barry-manilow-copacabana.html"&gt;Barry Manilow - Copacabana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xgoy0_barry-manilow-copacabana_music&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xgoy0_barry-manilow-copacabana_music&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="348" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Copacabana" is a 1978 disco song by Barry Manilow. It is also known as At the Copa after the first few words of the refrain. The song is named after its setting, the New York City nightclub Copacabana. In 1985, Manilow starred in a CBS television special virtually bringing the song to life as a musical. It was recently revived on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name was lola, she was a showgirl&lt;br /&gt;With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there&lt;br /&gt;She would merengue and do the cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;And while she tried to be a star&lt;br /&gt;Tony always tended bar&lt;br /&gt;Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4&lt;br /&gt;They were young and they had each other&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the copa (co!) copacabana (copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;The hottest spot north of havana (here)&lt;br /&gt;At the copa (co!) copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Music and passion were always in fashion&lt;br /&gt;At the copa.... they fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was rico&lt;br /&gt;He wore a diamond&lt;br /&gt;He was escorted to his chair, he saw lola dancing there&lt;br /&gt;And when she finished,he called her over&lt;br /&gt;But rico went a bit to far&lt;br /&gt;Tony sailed across the bar&lt;br /&gt;And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two&lt;br /&gt;There was blood and a single gun shot&lt;br /&gt;But just who shot who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the copa... she lost her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is lola, she was a showgirl,&lt;br /&gt;But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s a disco, but not for lola,&lt;br /&gt;Still in dress she used to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Faded feathers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;She sits there so refined,and drinks herself half-blind&lt;br /&gt;She lost her youth and she lost her tony&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s lost her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the copa... don’t fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fall in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction de Copacabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle s'appelait Lola, c'était une fille du spectacle&lt;br /&gt;Elle avait des plumes jaunes dans ses cheveux et elle portait une robe fendue&lt;br /&gt;Elle dansait un cha-cha méringué&lt;br /&gt;Et pendant qu'elle essayait de devenir star, Tony tenait toujours le bar&lt;br /&gt;D'un bout à l'autre de la piste, ils travaillaient de 8h à 4h&lt;br /&gt;Ils étaient jeunes et ils s'aimaient tellement&lt;br /&gt;Que demander de plus ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;Le coin le plus chaud au nord de la Havana (ici)&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Musique et passion étaient à la mode&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa... Ils sont tombés amoureux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa... Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il s'appelait Rico, il portait un diamant&lt;br /&gt;Il était escorté jusqu'à sa chaise, Il venait voir danser Lola&lt;br /&gt;Et quand elle eut fini, il l'appela à lui&lt;br /&gt;Mais Rico allant un peu trop loin, Tony sauta par-dessus le bar&lt;br /&gt;Ensuite les coups volaient et les chaises étaient cassées en deux&lt;br /&gt;Il y avait du sang et il y eut un unique coup de feu&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui tira sur qui ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;Le coin le plus chaud au nord de la Havana (ici)&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Musique et passion étaient à la mode&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa... Elle a perdu son amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa... Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;(Copa... Copacabana) (Copacabana, ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;(Ah ah ah ah Copa Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;(Dire que la Havana a une banane)&lt;br /&gt;(Musique et passion... toujours à la mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Pause de percussion Latine}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son nom est Lola, c'était une fille du spectacle&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'était il y a 30 ans, quand il y avait encore des shows&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant c'est disco, mais pas pour Lola&lt;br /&gt;Encore dans la robe qu'elle avait l'habitude de porter, mais c'est fini les plumes dans les cheveux&lt;br /&gt;Elle était si raffinée, maintenant elle est à moitié aveugle&lt;br /&gt;Elle a perdu sa jeunesse et son Tony&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant elle perd son esprit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;Le coin le plus chaud au nord de la Havana (ici)&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa (CO ! ), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Musique et passion étaient à la mode&lt;br /&gt;Au Copa... ne tombez pas amoureux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa) ne tombez pas amoureux&lt;br /&gt;Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Copacabana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309849651286623?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309849651286623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309849651286623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/barry-manilow-copacabana.html' title='Barry Manilow - Copacabana'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116312048337654841</id><published>2006-08-02T02:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:17:30.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gwen-Stefani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani - Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5xnf1GB67Yz0K9aJJ&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5xnf1GB67Yz0K9aJJ&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before&lt;br /&gt;Now I found the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Passes things get more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see you now with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to think it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;Now you call me by my new last name&lt;br /&gt;Memories seem like so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Time always kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Harbor Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;The dreaming days where the mess was made&lt;br /&gt;Look how all the kids have grown&lt;br /&gt;We have changed but we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;If you can be happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;So far from where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116312048337654841?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312048337654841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312048337654841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/08/gwen-stefani-cool.html' title='Gwen Stefani - Cool'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115280980292416558</id><published>2006-07-13T18:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:27:51.243+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pump-Up-The-Volume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>MARRS - Pump Up The Volume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/07/marrs-pump-up-volume.html"&gt;M|A|R|R|S - Pump Up The Volume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="343"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k52tTt3FfZvvBq1fzC&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k52tTt3FfZvvBq1fzC&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="343" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump that baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump pump it ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock the house&lt;br /&gt;rock the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yea&lt;br /&gt;ah yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;do it do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea&lt;br /&gt;yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boogie down bo bo boogie down&lt;br /&gt;boogie down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rythmic, systemic and world control&lt;br /&gt;magnetic, genetic, dement your soul&lt;br /&gt;rythmic, systemic and world control&lt;br /&gt;magnetic, genetic, dement your soul&lt;br /&gt;rythmic, systemic and world control&lt;br /&gt;magnetic, genetic, dement your soul&lt;br /&gt;rythmic, systemic and world control&lt;br /&gt;magnetic, genetic, dement your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the needle on the record&lt;br /&gt;put the needle on the record&lt;br /&gt;put the needle on the record&lt;br /&gt;put the needle on the record&lt;br /&gt;put the needle on the record&lt;br /&gt;when the song beats go like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mars&lt;br /&gt;needs&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mars&lt;br /&gt;needs&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115280980292416558?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115280980292416558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115280980292416558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/07/marrs-pump-up-volume.html' title='MARRS - Pump Up The Volume'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116294930435645935</id><published>2006-07-02T02:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:47:03.486+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graham-Max-Vs-Yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owner-Of-A-Lonely-Heart'/><title type='text'>Graham Max Vs Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3JhOIwQoWWi9U33ls&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3JhOIwQoWWi9U33ls&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move yourself&lt;br /&gt;You always live your life&lt;br /&gt;Never thinking of the future&lt;br /&gt;Prove yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are the move you make&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances win or loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are the steps you take&lt;br /&gt;You and you - and that's the only way&lt;br /&gt;Shake - shake yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're every move you make&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say - you don't want to chance it&lt;br /&gt;You've been hurt so before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it now&lt;br /&gt;The eagle in the sky&lt;br /&gt;How he dancin' one and only&lt;br /&gt;You - lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;No not for pity's sake&lt;br /&gt;There's no real reason to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Give your free will a chance&lt;br /&gt;You've got to want to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my own decision&lt;br /&gt;They confused me so - Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;My love said never question your will at all&lt;br /&gt;In the end you've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap - Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;And don't you hesitate at all - no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later each conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Will decide the lonely heart - Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;It will excite it will delight&lt;br /&gt;It will give a better start - Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all - Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all&lt;br /&gt;Just receive it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116294905981941705</id><published>2006-07-01T02:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:05:44.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pussycat-Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Pussycat Dolls - Sway</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object  classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,40,0" width="420" height="339"  id="player-f2a0477aaa"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vID=f2a0477aaa&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" /&gt;&lt;embed width="420" height="339" flashvars="vID=f2a0477aaa&amp;amp;v=0099gb&amp;amp;onsite=1&amp;amp;autostart=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" menu="false" src="http://assets.indavideo.hu/swf/player.swf" id="player-f2a0477aaa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When marimba rhythms start to play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, make me sway&lt;br /&gt;Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close, sway me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower bending in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Bend with me, sway with ease&lt;br /&gt;When we dance you have a way with me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, sway with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dancers may be on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dear, but my eyes will see only you&lt;br /&gt;Only you have that magic technique&lt;br /&gt;When we sway I go weak (I go so weak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;br /&gt;Long before it begins&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway me, make me&lt;br /&gt;Thrill me, hold me&lt;br /&gt;Bend me, please me&lt;br /&gt;You have a way with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway (sway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dancers may be on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dear, but my eyes will see only you&lt;br /&gt;Only you have that magic technique&lt;br /&gt;When we sway I go weak&lt;br /&gt;I go weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;br /&gt;Long before it begins&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;Sway me&lt;br /&gt;Sway me&lt;br /&gt;Sway me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116294905981941705?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116294905981941705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116294905981941705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/07/pussycat-dolls-sway.html' title='Pussycat Dolls - Sway'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3lZYOe6QFSSeYcEpR&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama says truth is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;Lying 'n' deceiving is a sin&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through a world that's torn and tattered&lt;br /&gt;Every thought I have don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Mama says love is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;Beauty should be deeper than your skin&lt;br /&gt;Living for the moment - lips and lashes&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find my way again&lt;br /&gt;Mama says only stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why there's no sun in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps in the dark come together&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep moving or I'll die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295472441721212?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295472441721212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295472441721212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/06/roxy-music-dont-stop-dance.html' title='Roxy Music - Don&apos;t Stop The Dance'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116312071967495236</id><published>2006-06-20T02:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:59:40.087+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstar'/><title type='text'>Jamelia - Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7rnpXoNYIm55a5HVS&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7rnpXoNYIm55a5HVS&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="365" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always talk about&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;all the things they're all about&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;write it on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;got a feeling i'll see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something 'bout this let's keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;and if it's good let's just get something cooking&lt;br /&gt;coz i really wanna rock with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling some connection to the things you do&lt;br /&gt;(you do you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;but you must be some kind of superstar&lt;br /&gt;coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;(you just make me wanna play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby take a look around&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;everybody's getting down&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;deal with all the problems later&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;Bad boys on their best behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something 'bout you let's keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;and if it's good let's just get something cooking&lt;br /&gt;coz i really wanna rock with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling some connection to the things you do&lt;br /&gt;(you do you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;but you must be some kind of superstar&lt;br /&gt;coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;(you just make me wanna play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you're moving&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I just get into the groovin' thing&lt;br /&gt;(you just make me wanna play)&lt;br /&gt;if you just put pen to paper&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;got that feeling i'll see you later&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your move&lt;br /&gt;here.. we get a little closer&lt;br /&gt;you.. rock it just like you're supposed to&lt;br /&gt;and.. boy i aint got nothin' for ya&lt;br /&gt;say.. you just make me wanna play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;gotta be gotta be a superstar&lt;br /&gt;all eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;(you just make me wanna play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;but you must be some kind of superstar&lt;br /&gt;coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;(you just make me wanna play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les gens en parlent toujours de&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Toutes ces choses qui les concernent&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Ecris-le sur un bout de papier&lt;br /&gt;J'ai le sentiment que je te verrais plus tard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce truc, c'est quelque chose de bien, faut avancer&lt;br /&gt;Et si c'est bon laissons juste quelque chose se préparer&lt;br /&gt;Parce que je veux vraiment danser avec toi&lt;br /&gt;Je ressens une connexion avec les choses que tu fais&lt;br /&gt;(Que tu fais que tu fais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas ce que c'est&lt;br /&gt;Qui me fait me sentir comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas qui tu es&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu dois être une sorte de superstar&lt;br /&gt;Parce que tu attires tous les regards où que tu sois&lt;br /&gt;(Tu me donnes simplement envie de jouer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bébé regarde autour de toi&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Tout le monde s'amuse&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Occupes-toi de tous tes problèmes plus tard&lt;br /&gt;(Plus tard)&lt;br /&gt;Les mauvais garçons sont sous leurs meilleurs jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime ta façon de bouger&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Je rentre seulement dans l'ambiance&lt;br /&gt;(Tu me donnes simplement envie de jouer)&lt;br /&gt;Si tout simplement tu l'écris&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;J'ai le sentiment que je te verrais plus tard&lt;br /&gt;(heh oh heh oh heh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te faire bouger&lt;br /&gt;Voila. . on se rapproche un peu plus&lt;br /&gt;Toi. . fais moi danser comme tu as la réputation de le faire&lt;br /&gt;Et. . garcon ce n'est pas pour rien que j'ai&lt;br /&gt;Dis. . tu me donnes envie de jouer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cela me fait sentir comme ca&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;Tu dois être, dois être une superstar&lt;br /&gt;Tous les regards sur toi&lt;br /&gt;(Tu me donnes simplement envie de jouer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116312071967495236?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312071967495236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116312071967495236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/06/jamelia-superstar.html' title='Jamelia - Superstar'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115289420657302637</id><published>2006-06-18T18:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:03:58.774+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da-Hoola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepopmusik'/><title type='text'>Telepopmusik - Da Hoola</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4iSZWiI4R7hhqbfjt&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4iSZWiI4R7hhqbfjt&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the consiquence,&lt;br /&gt;To the sequence of events?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a fence,&lt;br /&gt;All my money spent on the rent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpin' global debt,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven-sent remedy escapes me,&lt;br /&gt;So my mind gets ragey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incence burns in the tent slowly,/Incence burns and intenses slowly,&lt;br /&gt;The woman with the gun in her hand looks holy,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just follow the holy one?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe,&lt;br /&gt;That she believes,&lt;br /&gt;That I ain't the only one./And I ain't the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????,&lt;br /&gt;But yeah yeah I hit you with a left,&lt;br /&gt;And a boogie from head to ???,&lt;br /&gt;Mad fresh,&lt;br /&gt;Just gets fresher,&lt;br /&gt;???,&lt;br /&gt;???,&lt;br /&gt;From a bag of treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days animals be gettin' clever,&lt;br /&gt;Musta been breeding,&lt;br /&gt;All ???,&lt;br /&gt;No ???,&lt;br /&gt;Moneys on the monkies,&lt;br /&gt;When they start to rebel,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they're be children of twelve,&lt;br /&gt;More ice than Ray ???,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?),&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?),&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(I'm dancin'),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steppin' out,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Seven microdots,&lt;br /&gt;For the cyclops,&lt;br /&gt;I drop more storms,&lt;br /&gt;Than an equanox,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones gone tabloid crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Hip-hop babies,&lt;br /&gt;Ram raving arts fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super boy's gonna be in an indie band,&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me man, look at me..Man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through with the drunks,&lt;br /&gt;On the underground,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to look at the women,&lt;br /&gt;With thier heads down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the stupid ones,&lt;br /&gt;The ones that fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;In the institutions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did they they think,&lt;br /&gt;That they were doin'?&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of humans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did they think,&lt;br /&gt;That they were doin'?&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?),&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?),&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(I'm dancin'),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's,&lt;br /&gt;(What's your name?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do da hoola,&lt;br /&gt;(I'm dancin').&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115289420657302637?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115289420657302637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115289420657302637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/06/telepopmusik-da-hoola.html' title='Telepopmusik - Da Hoola'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296043470519806</id><published>2006-05-28T12:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:05:29.720+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cantaloop'/><title type='text'>US3 - Cantaloop</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5LE3N1g1wL3WR2Lrd&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5LE3N1g1wL3WR2Lrd&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296043470519806?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296043470519806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296043470519806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/05/us3-cantaloop.html' title='US3 - Cantaloop'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-116295551019245277</id><published>2006-05-07T04:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:10:21.434+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress-Up-In-You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belle-And-Sebastian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Belle And Sebastian - Dress Up In You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="338"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5I1sc9f4tnYbk3DO9&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5I1sc9f4tnYbk3DO9&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="338"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band&lt;br /&gt;You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand&lt;br /&gt;Cos you've got a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;It will take you places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept running&lt;br /&gt;You've got money, you've got fame&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I see your picture from the train&lt;br /&gt;Now you're an actress!&lt;br /&gt;So says your r'sum?&lt;br /&gt;You're made of card&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got lucky, you ain't talking to me now&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Plucky&lt;br /&gt;Pluck your eyebrows for the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Get on the airplane&lt;br /&gt;You give me stomach pain&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;We would have had a lot to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a deal there&lt;br /&gt;We nearly signed it with our blood?&lt;br /&gt;An understanding&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you would keep your word&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed&lt;br /&gt;I'm aggravated&lt;br /&gt;It's a fault I have, I know&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go my way I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow up in the face of my rivals&lt;br /&gt;I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival&lt;br /&gt;The men are surprised by the language&lt;br /&gt;They act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;You always had a lot of style&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to see you on the pile&lt;br /&gt;Of 'nearly-made-it' s&lt;br /&gt;You've got the essence, dear&lt;br /&gt;If I could have a second skin&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably dress up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails&lt;br /&gt;I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours&lt;br /&gt;I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else&lt;br /&gt;He always had thing for you as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow in the face of my rivals&lt;br /&gt;I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival&lt;br /&gt;The men are surprised by the language&lt;br /&gt;They act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them&lt;br /&gt;So fuck them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis un chanteur, je suis le chanteur d'un groupe&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la perdante, je ne veux pas te rejeter hors de mes mains&lt;br /&gt;Tu as un beau visage&lt;br /&gt;Il t'emmenera quelque par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as continué en courrant&lt;br /&gt;Tu as gagné de l'argent, tu es devenu célèbre&lt;br /&gt;Chaque matin je vois ta photo du train&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant tu es une actrice !&lt;br /&gt;Alors raconte ton CV&lt;br /&gt;Tu as composé la carte&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne peux pas jouer ta vie sans d'un tas de papier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as eu de la chance, tu n'es pas en train de parler de moi maintant&lt;br /&gt;Petite Demoiselle Courageuse&lt;br /&gt;Epile tes sourcils pour le public&lt;br /&gt;Achète un avion&lt;br /&gt;Tu me donnes des douleurs d'estomac&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que tu étais là&lt;br /&gt;Nous aurions eu beaucoup de chose à nous dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fait un accord ici&lt;br /&gt;On était proche de le signer avec notre sang...&lt;br /&gt;Une incompréhension&lt;br /&gt;J'ai cru que tu tiendrais ta parole&lt;br /&gt;Je suis déçu&lt;br /&gt;Je suis agacé&lt;br /&gt;C'est une fautes que j'ai commi, je sais&lt;br /&gt;Alors que les choses ne vont pas dans mon sens, je dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire exploser les visages de mes rivals&lt;br /&gt;Je cri et je peste, je fais pas mal d'apparitions&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes sont surpris par le language&lt;br /&gt;Ils jouent si discrètement, ils sont hypocrites alors qu'ils aillent se faire foutre aussi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime toujours&lt;br /&gt;Tu as toujours eu beaucoup de style&lt;br /&gt;Je détestais te voir sur un tas&lt;br /&gt;De "c'est presque construit"&lt;br /&gt;Tu as eu l'essence, ma chère&lt;br /&gt;Si je pouvais avoir une seconde peau&lt;br /&gt;Je me déguiserai probablement en toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es une star maintenant, j'entretiens les ongles des gens&lt;br /&gt;Je tricote des pulls, je travaille pendant des heures&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu un petit ami, j'ai eu le sentiment qu'il s'intéresse à quelqu'un d'autre&lt;br /&gt;Il éprouvait quelque chose pour toi bien sûre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire exploser les visages de mes rivals&lt;br /&gt;Je jure et je peste, je fais pas mal d'apparitions&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes sont surpris par le language&lt;br /&gt;Ils jouent si discrètement, ils sont hypocrites oublie les&lt;br /&gt;Et qu'ils aillent se faire foutre aussi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-116295551019245277?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295551019245277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/116295551019245277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/05/belle-and-sebastian-dress-up-in-you.html' title='Belle And Sebastian - Dress Up In You'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296493190329740</id><published>2006-04-17T14:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:12:57.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippe-Katerine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louxor'/><title type='text'>Philippe Katerine - Louxor j'adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2Rm51lheu2juN422g&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2Rm51lheu2juN422g&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;regarder danser les gens&lt;br /&gt;ah j'y retourne souvent&lt;br /&gt;au bar du louxor&lt;br /&gt;regarder danser les gens&lt;br /&gt;j'adore, j'adore, j'adore, j'adore, j'adooooooore&lt;br /&gt;les institutrices, puéricultrices, administratrices, dessinatrices, les boulangers, les camioneurs, les policiers, les agriculteurs, les ménagères, les infirmières, les consseillères en orientation, les chirurgiens, les mécaniciens, les chômeurs&lt;br /&gt;j'adoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;regarder danser les gens&lt;br /&gt;et de temps en temps&lt;br /&gt;je coupe le son&lt;br /&gt;et je remets le son&lt;br /&gt;et je recoupe le son&lt;br /&gt;et je remets le son&lt;br /&gt;et je recoupe le son&lt;br /&gt;et je remets le son&lt;br /&gt;j'adoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;les gens arrêtent de danser&lt;br /&gt;se demandent qui a coupé&lt;br /&gt;et commencent à m'encercler&lt;br /&gt;et la je me sens en danger&lt;br /&gt;alors je leur dis prenez moi&lt;br /&gt;faites de moi n'importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;pendez moi la tete en bas&lt;br /&gt;comme la dernière fois&lt;br /&gt;j'adoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;regarder danser les gens&lt;br /&gt;je trouve ca fascinant&lt;br /&gt;au bar du louxor&lt;br /&gt;regarder danser les gens&lt;br /&gt;j'adore, j'adore, j'adore, j'adore, j'adoreeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;et je coupe le son&lt;br /&gt;et je remets le son&lt;br /&gt;et je recoupe le son&lt;br /&gt;et je remets le son&lt;br /&gt;j'adoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;j'adore, j'adore, j'adore, j'adore&lt;br /&gt;et je coupe le son&lt;br /&gt;j'adore&lt;br /&gt;j'adore&lt;br /&gt;et je coupe le son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296493190329740?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296493190329740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296493190329740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/04/philippe-katerine-louxor-jadore.html' title='Philippe Katerine - Louxor j&apos;adore'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115327269332880116</id><published>2006-03-07T03:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:15:35.085+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pass-the-dutchie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical-Youth'/><title type='text'>Musical Youth - Pass the dutchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/03/musical-youth-pass-dutchie.html"&gt;Musical Youth "Pass the dutchie"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6BzI2mP7UqrbN47zk&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6BzI2mP7UqrbN47zk&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="340" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musical Youth - Pass the dutchie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This generation rules the nation, with version,&lt;br /&gt;Music happen to be the food of love.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds to really make you rub and scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;it a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance,&lt;br /&gt;it a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;So I left my gate and went out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;As i pass the dreadlock's camp I heard them say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped to find out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spirit of yah you know he leads you on.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say:&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you've got no food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass.&lt;br /&gt;Give me little music make me wind up me waist.&lt;br /&gt;Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass.&lt;br /&gt;Give me little music make me wind up me waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play it on the radio a so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;a so me know you a go play it on the disco,&lt;br /&gt;a so me say we a go hear it on the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say east, say west, say north and south,&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna make us jump and shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115327269332880116?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115327269332880116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115327269332880116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/03/musical-youth-pass-dutchie.html' title='Musical Youth - Pass the dutchie'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-4315137190920154586</id><published>2006-02-25T07:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:26:01.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alain-Chamfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helena-Noguerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La-Decadanse'/><title type='text'>La Décadanse par Alain Chamfort en duo avec Helena Noguerra sur des paroles de Serge Gainsbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k60EXpatqD3fec5CVa&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k60EXpatqD3fec5CVa&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-4315137190920154586?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4315137190920154586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/4315137190920154586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-decadanse-par-alain-chamfort-en-duo.html' title='La Décadanse par Alain Chamfort en duo avec Helena Noguerra sur des paroles de Serge Gainsbourg'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309887771182577</id><published>2006-02-07T03:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:22:25.427+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funky-Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lipps-Inc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Lipps Inc  - Funky Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6inmF0u7mLMso6sq0&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6inmF0u7mLMso6sq0&amp;amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me&lt;br /&gt;A town to keep me movin' keep me groovin' with some energy&lt;br /&gt;Well, I talk about it (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Moovin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' move on (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me to Funkytown ? (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me to Funkytown ? (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me&lt;br /&gt;A town to keep me movin' keep me groovin' with some energy&lt;br /&gt;Well, I talk about it (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Moovin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' move on (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me to Funkytown ? (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go, to funkytown now (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309887771182577?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309887771182577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309887771182577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/02/lipps-inc-funky-town.html' title='Lipps Inc  - Funky Town'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115306817417468266</id><published>2006-01-07T17:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:27:00.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='En-Vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My-Lovin'/><title type='text'>En Vogue - My Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/01/en-vogue-my-lovin.html"&gt;En Vogue - My Lovin' - You're Never Gonna Get It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xapva?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xapva?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="286" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Ow!)&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (No, not this time)&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (My love)&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;You never was this nice, you can't fool me&lt;br /&gt;Now you talkin' like you made a change&lt;br /&gt;The more you talk, the more things sound the same&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think you can just walk back into her life&lt;br /&gt;Without a good fight? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I just sit back and watch you make a fool of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're just wasting your time, oh...&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Not this time)&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (My lovin')&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Had your chance to make a change)&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;Now you promise me the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt;Save your breath, you won't get very far&lt;br /&gt;Gave you many chances to make change&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you changed was love to hate&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you do or what you say&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't love you, no way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be hearing her say, "No way"&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what you do or what you say&lt;br /&gt;She don't love you, no way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be hearing her say, "No way"&lt;br /&gt;[And now it's time for a breakdown...]&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna get it, never get it&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Sweet lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (Sweet lovin')&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (My lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (My lovin')&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Sweet lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (My lovin')&lt;br /&gt;No, you're never gonna get it (Sweet lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Never ever gonna get it (My lovin')...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115306817417468266?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115306817417468266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115306817417468266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2006/01/en-vogue-my-lovin.html' title='En Vogue - My Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115308969153340058</id><published>2005-12-25T00:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:05:06.475+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David-Lee-Roth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just-a-Gigolo'/><title type='text'>David Lee Roth - Just A Gigolo</title><content type='html'>David Lee Roth - I Ain't Got Nobody / Just A Gigolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1a9a6?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1a9a6?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="286" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a gigolo&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;people know the part&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid for every dance&lt;br /&gt;selling each romance&lt;br /&gt;every night some heart&lt;br /&gt;betraying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;youth will pass away&lt;br /&gt;then what will they say&lt;br /&gt;about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the end comes I know&lt;br /&gt;they'll say just a gigolo&lt;br /&gt;as life goes on&lt;br /&gt;without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I aint got nobody&lt;br /&gt;nobody nobody cares for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;sad and lonely sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Won't some sweet mama&lt;br /&gt;come and take a chance with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I aint so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with me babe,&lt;br /&gt;been singin love songs&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;Even only be, honey only, only be&lt;br /&gt;Bop bozadee bozadee bop zitty bop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nobody 'cept love songs in love&lt;br /&gt;Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla&lt;br /&gt;hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nobody, nobody,&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares for me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody , nobody&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;sad and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;sad and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Won't some sweet mama come&lt;br /&gt;and take a chance with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I aint so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with me babe,&lt;br /&gt;been singin love songs&lt;br /&gt;All of the time&lt;br /&gt;Even only be, honey only, only be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115308969153340058?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115308969153340058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115308969153340058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/12/david-lee-roth-just-gigolo.html' title='David Lee Roth - Just A Gigolo'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309970745485212</id><published>2005-11-11T03:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:43:48.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donne-moi-un-Smic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doc-Gyneco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Doc Gynéco - Donne-moi un Smic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/11/doc-gynco-donne-moi-un-smic.html"&gt;Doc Gynéco - Donne-moi un SMIC au black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1ieZdjHhl0PGIIrT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1ieZdjHhl0PGIIrT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="335" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition, soustraction, équation, mais qu’elle est la solution garçon&lt;br /&gt;Je remplis ma mission&lt;br /&gt;Je fais du son&lt;br /&gt;Un maçon qui construit la maison&lt;br /&gt;Electricité dans la cité, un architecte en construction.&lt;br /&gt;J’ai le plan, le bon plan mais, c’est ainsi, que va la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi juste un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic de Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprendre les sentiments dorénavant&lt;br /&gt;Aux abonnés absents&lt;br /&gt;Essuyer mon sang&lt;br /&gt;Non je n’ai pas le temps, je dois nourrir mes enfants&lt;br /&gt;Un chef de chantier, je viens chanter la réalité et construire la vie&lt;br /&gt;Oui c’est la vie, un manœuvre, une main d’œuvre, un chef d’œuvre,&lt;br /&gt;Ouais j’ai la preuve !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi juste un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic de Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai pas pu manger à ma faim tout le temps&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai pas eu de travail souvent&lt;br /&gt;Mais j’ai toujours nourri mes enfants&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant j’suis déclaré, officialisé&lt;br /&gt;J’ai la sociale sécurité&lt;br /&gt;Une retraite et un vrai passé&lt;br /&gt;Doc gynéco était sur les chantiers, (tu ne savais pas)&lt;br /&gt;Et c’est ainsi que va la vie, que va la vie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi un smic de black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic de black&lt;br /&gt;Mais donne-moi un smic au black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te donne mes notes, je te donne mes mots,&lt;br /&gt;Donner, mais donne moi smic de black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309970745485212?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309970745485212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309970745485212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/11/doc-gynco-donne-moi-un-smic.html' title='Doc Gynéco - Donne-moi un Smic'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296294737382620</id><published>2005-10-15T13:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:12:54.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You-Put-A-Move-On-My-Heart'/><title type='text'>Tamia - You Put A Move On My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5WhkFPkmFq7gR281i&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="internal" width="420" height="307" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5WhkFPkmFq7gR281i&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;Just exactly how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, oo yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel you next to me, oooo&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, when I'm feelin low&lt;br /&gt;Something inside of me, lets me know&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, love's on my side&lt;br /&gt;When the world, seems a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;I've got a dream that won't leave a trace, of the blues&lt;br /&gt;I just think of you, baby I know&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I've got a real thing, here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Someone who needs me, holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;And these special feelings, won't ever fade&lt;br /&gt;Cause I knew, I knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;You put a move on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Baby our love's, like a melody&lt;br /&gt;Playing for us in the sweetest key&lt;br /&gt;You could find, the music of life&lt;br /&gt;And when we touch&lt;br /&gt;There's the warmest glow&lt;br /&gt;Heat in the passion that heaven knows, is a dream&lt;br /&gt;Just for you, you and me&lt;br /&gt;And baby I know&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I got a real thing, the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Someone who needs me, and he fills me with pride&lt;br /&gt;Baby now, now and forever&lt;br /&gt;We'll never part&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the world to me&lt;br /&gt;You put a move on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I've got a real love, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;And you're someone baby, you're someone baby&lt;br /&gt;You're someone that needs a true love&lt;br /&gt;And these, these special feelings, time can't erase&lt;br /&gt;Baby, believe me&lt;br /&gt;This is a dream and suga&lt;br /&gt;I knew, I knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;You put a move on my me, ooo, you got through to my heart, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got through to my heart baby, ohh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see, you and I were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me (Hold me baby)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in mine, love me 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me (Hold me baby, and don't let go)&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see, you and I were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me (I want you to touch me the right way)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in mine, love me till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me&lt;br /&gt;(I want you right here, right now, lay by my side, suga thrill me tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me (I wanna feel you in my arms babe)&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see, you and I were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me (Oh and you know, when I love, when you're lovin me)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in mine, love me til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me&lt;br /&gt;(Mmm, come closer)&lt;br /&gt;Baby can't you see, you and I were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna feel your body pressed against mine)&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in mine, love me til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, love me&lt;br /&gt;(Mm, that's right, right there, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bébé, je veux juste que tu comprennes&lt;br /&gt;Exactement ce que tu me fais ressentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ouais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux te sentir près de moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh... . . une fois après l'autre, quand je me sens mal&lt;br /&gt;Il y a quelque chose en moi qui me laisse savoir que ça va,&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est avec moi&lt;br /&gt;Quand le monde... semble être un endroit de solitude&lt;br /&gt;Je fais un rêve qui ne laisse pas de place au blues&lt;br /&gt;Je pense juste à toi bébé je sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai quelque chose de réel à mes côtés&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un qui éprouve le besoin de me serrer fort&lt;br /&gt;Et ces sentiments spéciaux ne se terniront jamais&lt;br /&gt;Parce que j'ai su dès le début que tu faisais battre mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bébé, notre amour est telle une mélodie qui joue pour nous&lt;br /&gt;Dans la plus douce des clefs tu pourrais trouver la musique de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Et quans nous nous touchons, la plus chaude lueur&lt;br /&gt;Nous réchauffe dans la passion, Dieu sait que c'est un rêve&lt;br /&gt;Juste pour toi et moi, toi et moi... et bébé je sais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai quelque chose de vrai, l'amour de ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un qui a besoin de moi, qui est fier de moi&lt;br /&gt;Bébé maintenant, maintenant et pour toujours, nous ne nous séparerons jamais&lt;br /&gt;Parce que tu représentes tout à mes yeux, tu fais battre mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai un véritable amour, oui, et tu es quelqu'un bébé&lt;br /&gt;Tu es quelqu'un bébé, quelqu'un qui a besoin d'un amour sincère&lt;br /&gt;Et ces, ces sentiments spéciaux, le temps peut les etreindre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bébé crois moi, ceci n'est pas un rêve, et mon sucre&lt;br /&gt;J'ai su, j'ai su depuis le début, que tu me faisais vivre&lt;br /&gt;Oooh tu es allé jusqu'au plus profond de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Tu es allé jusqu'au plus profond de mon coeur, bébé oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bébé vois-tu que toi et moi étions déstinés&lt;br /&gt;Serre moi, aime moi aveuglement, passionnement, aime moi jusqu'à la fin des temps&lt;br /&gt;Serre moi, aime moi (et l'amour ne partira pas)&lt;br /&gt;Bébé vois-tu que toi et moi étions déstinés&lt;br /&gt;(je veux que tu me touches bébé), aveuglement, passionnement&lt;br /&gt;Aime moi jusqu'à la fin des temps, serre moi, aime moi oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te veux ici, maintenant, couché à mes côtés mon sucre, transporte&lt;br /&gt;Moi ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Je veux te sentir dans mes bras ohh bébé ohhh et tu sais que j'aime quand&lt;br /&gt;Tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Parlé]&lt;br /&gt;Mm viens plus près&lt;br /&gt;Je veux sentir ton corps contre le mien&lt;br /&gt;Mm c'est bien&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296294737382620?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296294737382620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296294737382620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/10/tamia-you-put-move-on-my-heart.html' title='Tamia - You Put A Move On My Heart'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296515076397933</id><published>2005-09-07T14:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:49:34.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Je-Vous-Emmerde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippe-Katerine'/><title type='text'>Philippe Katerine - Je Vous Emmerde</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k73anG5iyFJihy421U&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k73anG5iyFJihy421U&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="307" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’aurais pu être millionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;Avec piscine et vue sur la mer.&lt;br /&gt;Mais je suis dans la merde,&lt;br /&gt;Et je vous emmerde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentalement, démissionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;Professionnellement, suicidaire.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois, moi je suis dans la merde,&lt;br /&gt;Et je vous emmerde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous… dansez, mademoiselle ?&lt;br /&gt;Non mais, ça va pas non ?&lt;br /&gt;Mais casse-toi là !&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois pas qu’tu m’importunes ?&lt;br /&gt;Pauv’taré, va !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’aurais pu être votre amant.&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, c’est ça, ouais !&lt;br /&gt;Et caresser vos seins blancs.&lt;br /&gt;Mais je suis une merde,&lt;br /&gt;Et je vous emmerde !&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, ben moi aussi j’t’emmerde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous… dansez, mademoiselle ?&lt;br /&gt;Mais qu’est-ce qu’y m’veut ce connard ?&lt;br /&gt;J’t’ai dit de te casseeer ! Alleeeeez !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin... mademoiselle, ne le prenez pas sur ce ton…&lt;br /&gt;Ouais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis un poëte et je vous emmerde .&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, poëte, poëte… t’emmerdes la terre entière ouais !&lt;br /&gt;Bah ouais, j’suis… j’suis un poëte…&lt;br /&gt;C’est pas vrai !&lt;br /&gt;Poëte, Poëte, Poëte…. Pouet pouet !&lt;br /&gt;Mais regarde-toi !&lt;br /&gt;Et je vous emmerde…&lt;br /&gt;Allez ! vas-t’en…&lt;br /&gt;Allez, va… vas-t’en !&lt;br /&gt;Sois gentil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casse-couilles !&lt;br /&gt;C C, va !&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola, va.&lt;br /&gt;Playmobil.&lt;br /&gt;Demi… demi-playmobil !&lt;br /&gt;Mais enfin mademoiselle…&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, je ne comprends… pas…&lt;br /&gt;C.. C’est une méprise…&lt;br /&gt;Gros puceau, va !&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, tu veux que j’continue à t’insulter ?&lt;br /&gt;Mais pourquoi tu restes là ?&lt;br /&gt;Alleeez, vas-t’en ! ]&lt;br /&gt;Tu chantes, t’es poëte et t’es en manque…. Vas-t’en…&lt;br /&gt;Sois gentil, rentres chez toi&lt;br /&gt;Bois une bière au bar&lt;br /&gt;J’ai déjà pas mal bu…&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce que tu veux ?&lt;br /&gt;Mais BOOUUUGE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296515076397933?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296515076397933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296515076397933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/09/philippe-katerine-je-vous-emmerde.html' title='Philippe Katerine - Je Vous Emmerde'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115326191652211341</id><published>2005-08-22T00:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:25:59.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anggun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer-in-Paris'/><title type='text'>Anggun - Summer in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/08/anggun-summer-in-paris.html"&gt;Anggun - Un Été A Paris - Summer In Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kGXPe98toVP7K3bfj7&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="internal" width="420" height="365"src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kGXPe98toVP7K3bfj7&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/08/anggun-summer-in-paris.html"&gt;Summer In Paris Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme un été à Paris..la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Loin de tous mes ennuis..Je revis&lt;br /&gt;Loin du froid je m'enfuis..à Paris&lt;br /&gt;Et dans tes bras je m'oublie..toute la nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in paris..uuu..uu...&lt;br /&gt;Comme été à paris..la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Une sublime envie..&lt;br /&gt;D'un été à paris...&lt;br /&gt;I miss that kiss..&lt;br /&gt;on summer in paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un automne à London..&lt;br /&gt;Un hiver au Cap Vert..&lt;br /&gt;Jour de l'an à Milan&lt;br /&gt;Tout ma vie à paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Summer in Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Comme un été à paris&lt;br /&gt;La nuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une sublime envie..&lt;br /&gt;D'un été à Paris&lt;br /&gt;Sa douceur me suffit..&lt;br /&gt;Un été à Paris...Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Paris...para..pa...pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un autome à London..&lt;br /&gt;Un hiver au Cap Vert..&lt;br /&gt;Jour de l'an à Milan&lt;br /&gt;Tout ma vie...toute ma vie à Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un automne à London.....&lt;br /&gt;Un hiver.........jour de l'an..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : A Summer In Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Summer in Paris, ... at night&lt;br /&gt;Far away from all my worries, ... I can live again&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the col, I run away .... to Paris&lt;br /&gt;And in your arms, I forget myself ... all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in paris..uuu..uu...&lt;br /&gt;Like a Summer in Paris .. at night&lt;br /&gt;A sublime desire&lt;br /&gt;Of a Summer in Paris&lt;br /&gt;I miss that kiss..&lt;br /&gt;on Summer in paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Autumn in London ...&lt;br /&gt;A Winter at Cap Vert ...&lt;br /&gt;(note : Cap-Vert is a little island on the coast of West Africa,&lt;br /&gt;facing Senegal, where Cesaria Evoria, famous singer, comes from)&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day in Milan&lt;br /&gt;All my life in Paris ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in Paris ...&lt;br /&gt;Summer in Paris ...&lt;br /&gt;Like a Summer in Paris&lt;br /&gt;At night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sublime desire&lt;br /&gt;Of a Summer in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Its sweetness is enough for me&lt;br /&gt;A Summer in Paris ... Paris&lt;br /&gt;Paris...para..pa...pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Autumn in London ...&lt;br /&gt;A Winter at Cap Vert ...&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day in Milan&lt;br /&gt;All my life - all my life in Paris ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Autumn in London ...&lt;br /&gt;A Winter - New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115326191652211341?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115326191652211341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115326191652211341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/08/anggun-summer-in-paris.html' title='Anggun - Summer in Paris'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115289440917751818</id><published>2005-07-14T18:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:33:37.947+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepopmusik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breathe'/><title type='text'>Telepopmusik - Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x66o3?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x66o3?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought you something close to me,&lt;br /&gt;Left for something you see though your here.&lt;br /&gt;You haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do but believe,&lt;br /&gt;Just Believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe,&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe,&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe. Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Another day, staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe. Another day.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Another day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe. Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe. Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just believe. Just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe.&lt;br /&gt;Another day.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe,&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Another day (I do believe).&lt;br /&gt;Another day(so hard to breathe)&lt;br /&gt;Another day(not so hard to believe)&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai fait de toi quelche chose qui m'est cher&lt;br /&gt;Je suis partie pour quelquechose que tu vois, alors que tu est là&lt;br /&gt;Tu hante mes rêves&lt;br /&gt;Il n y a rien d'autre à faire que d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste y croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'habitude de ça maintenant&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;Allongée dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, fixant le plafond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer, un autre jour&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'habitude de ça maintenant&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'habitude de ça maintenant&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste respirer, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Juste croire, juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;Juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste croire&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, juste respirer&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour (je dois y croire)&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour (c'est trop dur de rspirer)&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour (c'est pas si difficile d'y croire)&lt;br /&gt;Un autre jour, un autre jour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115289440917751818?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115289440917751818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115289440917751818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/07/telepopmusik-breathe.html' title='Telepopmusik - Breathe'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115401785375174923</id><published>2005-07-07T18:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:57:19.177+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roudoudou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace-And-Tranquility-To-Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Roudoudou - Peace And Tranquility To Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/07/roudoudou-peace-and-tranquility-to.html"&gt;Roudoudou - Peace And Tranquility To Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6xrj3oQ59bjxZ2Zft&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6xrj3oQ59bjxZ2Zft&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="340" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115401785375174923?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115401785375174923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115401785375174923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/07/roudoudou-peace-and-tranquility-to.html' title='Roudoudou - Peace And Tranquility To Earth'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296864553125793</id><published>2005-06-18T15:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:58:31.121+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh-So-Quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bjork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Clip'/><title type='text'>Bjork - Oh So Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3AfJ0UeOAZLBzaPSs&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3AfJ0UeOAZLBzaPSs&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's oh so quiet" est sortie en 1994 sur l'album Post. Il s'agit en fait d'une reprise du morceau Blow a fuse de Betty Hutton, écrit par Hans Lang et Bert Reisfeld dans les années 1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Oh So Quiet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's. oh. so quiet&lt;br /&gt;it'a oh. so still&lt;br /&gt;you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;and so peaceful until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;the sky up above&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;is caving in&lt;br /&gt;wow bam&lt;br /&gt;you've never been so nuts about a guy&lt;br /&gt;you wanna laugh you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;you cross your heart and hope to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til it's over and then&lt;br /&gt;it's nice and quiet&lt;br /&gt;but soon again&lt;br /&gt;starts another big riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you blow a fuse&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;the devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;so what's the use&lt;br /&gt;wow bam&lt;br /&gt;of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's. oh. so quiet&lt;br /&gt;it's. oh. so still&lt;br /&gt;you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;and so peaceful until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;bim bam&lt;br /&gt;you shout and you yell&lt;br /&gt;hi ho ho&lt;br /&gt;you broke the spell&lt;br /&gt;gee. this is swell you almost have a fit&lt;br /&gt;this guy is "gorge" and i got hit&lt;br /&gt;there's no mistake this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til it's over and then&lt;br /&gt;it's nice and quiet&lt;br /&gt;but soon again&lt;br /&gt;starts another big riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you blow a fuse&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;the devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;zing boom&lt;br /&gt;so what's the use&lt;br /&gt;wow bam&lt;br /&gt;of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky caves in&lt;br /&gt;the devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse&lt;br /&gt;when you've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssshhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296864553125793?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296864553125793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296864553125793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/06/bjork-oh-so-quiet.html' title='Bjork - Oh So Quiet'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115292865523079171</id><published>2005-05-28T03:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:37:14.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1-Thing'/><title type='text'>Amerie - 1 Thing</title><content type='html'>Amerie - 1 Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x9sut?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x9sut?width=420&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;background=%23232912&amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro:&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse One:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, been trying to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep it just like before&lt;br /&gt;The times we never even thought to speak&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna tell you what it is&lt;br /&gt;Oh wee it felt so serious&lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking just too much&lt;br /&gt;I wanna set it off, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin you did&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing my soul may be feeling&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that caught me slippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing I want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing and I was so with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we don’t know each other well&lt;br /&gt;So what? I keep thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Memories just keep ringing bells&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Hear voices I don’t want to understand&lt;br /&gt;My car keys are jingling in my hand&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels a clicking towards your door&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin you did&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing my soul may be feeling&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s caught me slippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing I want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing and I was so with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just can’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this one thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny, tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;Open up the door, but just keep on seeing you&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping you can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;For me, for me, for me&lt;br /&gt;But what you did, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin you did&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing my soul may be feeling&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s caught me slippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing I want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing and I was so with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh 4 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock, oh&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin you did&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing my soul may be feeling&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s caught me slippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing I want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing and I was so with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s got me trippin you did&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing my soul may be feeling&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing that’s caught me slippin&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing I want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;This 1 thing and I was so with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s this 1 thing you did oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Oh oh until fade out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115292865523079171?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115292865523079171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115292865523079171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/05/amerie-1-thing.html' title='Amerie - 1 Thing'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296431114463042</id><published>2005-04-01T13:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:24:26.506+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les-Playboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques-Dutronc'/><title type='text'>Jacques Dutronc - Les Playboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/e0629f25e4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a les playboys de profession&lt;br /&gt;Habillés par Cardin et chaussés par Carvil&lt;br /&gt;Qui roul'nt en Ferrari à la plag' comme en ville&lt;br /&gt;Qui vont chez Cartier comme ils vont chez Fauchon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croyez-vous que je sois jaloux ? Pas du tout, pas du tout !&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai un piège à fille, un piège tabou&lt;br /&gt;Un joujou extra qui fait crac boum hu&lt;br /&gt;Les fill's en tomb'nt à mes g'noux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pas peur des petits minets&lt;br /&gt;Qui mangent leur ronron au Drugstore&lt;br /&gt;Ils travaill'nt tout comme les castors&lt;br /&gt;Ni avec leurs mains, ni avec leurs pieds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croyez-vous que je sois jaloux ? Pas du tout, pas du tout !&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai un piège à fille, un piège tabou&lt;br /&gt;Un joujou extra qui fait crac boum hu&lt;br /&gt;Les fill's en tomb'nt à mes g'noux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne crains pas les costauds, les Supermans&lt;br /&gt;Les bébés aux carrur's d'athlètes&lt;br /&gt;Aux yeux d'acier, aux sourir's coquets&lt;br /&gt;En Harley Davidson ils se promènent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croyez-vous que je sois jaloux ? Pas du tout, pas du tout !&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai un piège à fille, un piège tabou&lt;br /&gt;Un joujou extra qui fait crac boum hu&lt;br /&gt;Les fill's en tomb'nt à mes g'noux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a les drogués, les fous du Zen&lt;br /&gt;Ceux qui lis'nt et ceux qui sav'nt parler&lt;br /&gt;Aux mann'quins d'chez Cath'rine Harle&lt;br /&gt;Ceux qui se marient à la Mad'leine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croyez-vous que je sois jaloux ? Pas du tout, pas du tout !&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai un piège à fille, un piège tabou&lt;br /&gt;Un joujou extra qui fait crac boum hu&lt;br /&gt;Les fill's en tomb'nt à mes g'noux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296431114463042?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296431114463042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296431114463042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/04/jacques-dutronc-les-playboys.html' title='Jacques Dutronc - Les Playboys'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296021787798684</id><published>2005-03-07T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:08:28.608+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nasty Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The-Notorious-B.I.G'/><title type='text'>The Notorious B.I.G - Nasty Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2sFJAluQ5cCQQ2koT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2sFJAluQ5cCQQ2koT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggie duets(Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Jazze Phizzle(phizzle phizzle)&lt;br /&gt;Jagged Edge&lt;br /&gt;Biggie Smalls&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Biggie Small]&lt;br /&gt;I g, on and on and on and&lt;br /&gt;Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in&lt;br /&gt;Easy, call em on the phone and&lt;br /&gt;platinum Chanel cologne and&lt;br /&gt;Istay, dressed, to impress&lt;br /&gt;Spark these bitches interest&lt;br /&gt;Sex is all I expect&lt;br /&gt;If they watch TV in the Lex, they know&lt;br /&gt;They know, quarter past fo'&lt;br /&gt;Left the club tispsy, say no mo'&lt;br /&gt;Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Caesar drop you off when he see hisP.O.(hey)&lt;br /&gt;Back of my mind, I hope she swallow&lt;br /&gt;Man She spilt a drink on my cream wallows&lt;br /&gt;Reach the gate, hungry just ate&lt;br /&gt;Riffin, she got to be to work by eight&lt;br /&gt;This must mean she ain't tryin to wait&lt;br /&gt;Conversate, sex on the first date Istate"You know what you do to me"&lt;br /&gt;She starts off,"Well I don't usually"&lt;br /&gt;ThenI, whip it out, rubber no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Step out, show me what you all about&lt;br /&gt;Finger in your mouth, open up your blouse&lt;br /&gt;Pull your G-string down South, aoowww&lt;br /&gt;Threw that back out, in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;By a Cherokee and a green drop-top&lt;br /&gt;And I don't stop, until I squirt&lt;br /&gt;Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work&lt;br /&gt;[chorus-jagged Edge]&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love ma little nasty girl&lt;br /&gt;U know I love ma little nasty girl&lt;br /&gt;I love ma little nasty girl&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies if u hear me&lt;br /&gt;Grad UR titties for B.I.G&lt;br /&gt;I love ma little nasty girl&lt;br /&gt;All ma women from around the world&lt;br /&gt;I love ma littlenasty girl&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies if u hear me&lt;br /&gt;Grad Ur titties for B.I.G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296021787798684?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296021787798684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296021787798684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/03/notorious-big-nasty-girl.html' title='The Notorious B.I.G - Nasty Girl'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115292786716314644</id><published>2005-02-15T03:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:21:59.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tainted-Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn-Manson'/><title type='text'>Marilyn Manson - Tainted Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kEpfnEtE3HU5KEcFRd&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="internal" width="420" height="335" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kEpfnEtE3HU5KEcFRd&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;related=0&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Run away I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;From the pain you drive into the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;The love we share&lt;br /&gt;Seems to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my light&lt;br /&gt;For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;br /&gt;Now I run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love... oh&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Run away I've got to&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want any more from me&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And you'll think love is to pray&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry I don't pray that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;br /&gt;Now I run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love... oh&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me please&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the way you tease&lt;br /&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to pack my things and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you (I ran)&lt;br /&gt;Now I run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love... oh&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;tainted love(x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115292786716314644?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115292786716314644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115292786716314644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/02/marilyn-manson-tainted-love.html' title='Marilyn Manson - Tainted Love'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296115668345435</id><published>2005-01-17T12:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:04:44.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge-Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic-Strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brigitte-bardot'/><title type='text'>Serge Gainsbourg - Comic Strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xo7c9?width=420&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;amp;background=%23232912&amp;amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xo7c9?width=420&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7F8F2&amp;amp;highlight=%237365E1&amp;amp;background=%23232912&amp;amp;additionalInfos=1&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0" width="420" height="315" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serge Gainsbourg - Comic Strip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens petite fille dans mon comic strip&lt;br /&gt;Viens faire des bull's, viens faire des WIP !&lt;br /&gt;Des CLIP ! CRAP ! des BANG ! des VLOP ! et&lt;br /&gt;des ZIP !&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je distribue les swings et les uppercuts&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait VLAM ! ça fait SPLATCH ! et ça&lt;br /&gt;fait CHTUCK !&lt;br /&gt;Ou bien BOMP ! ou HUMPF ! parfois même PFFF !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens petite fille dans mon comic strip&lt;br /&gt;Viens faire des bull's, viens faire des WIP !&lt;br /&gt;Des CLIP ! CRAP ! des BANG ! des VLOP ! et&lt;br /&gt;des ZIP !&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens avec moi par dessus les buildings&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait WHIN ! quand on s'envole et puis KLING !&lt;br /&gt;Après quoi je fais TILT ! et ça fait BOING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens petite fille dans mon comic strip&lt;br /&gt;Viens faire des bull's, viens faire des WIP !&lt;br /&gt;Des CLIP ! CRAP ! des BANG ! des VLOP ! et&lt;br /&gt;des ZIP !&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'aie pas peur bébé agrippe-toi CHRACK !&lt;br /&gt;Je suis là CRASH ! pour te protéger TCHLACK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferme les yeux CRACK ! embrasse-moi SMACK !&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZ !&lt;br /&gt;SHEBAM ! POW ! BLOP ! WIZZZZZ ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sources pertinentes :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://de-gainsbourg-a-gainsbarre.blogspot.com/"&gt;De Gainsbourg à Gainsbarre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bonnard"&gt;Nous nous aimions le temps d'une chanson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296115668345435?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296115668345435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296115668345435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/01/serge-gainsbourg-comic-strip.html' title='Serge Gainsbourg - Comic Strip'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296469190007911</id><published>2004-12-25T13:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:26:32.407+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banana-split'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lio'/><title type='text'>Lio - Banana split</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="indavideo video player" class="indavideo-player" type="text/html" width="420" height="339" src="http://indavideo.hu/player/video/345fc8a352" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esprit-gourmand.blogspot.com/2010/07/philippe-katerine-aime-la-banane.html"&gt;Banana&lt;/a&gt; Split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca me déplairait pas que tu m'embrasses&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;Mais faut saisir ta chance avant qu'elle passe&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;Si tu cherches un truc pour briser la glace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esprit-gourmand.blogspot.com/2010/07/philippe-katerine-aime-la-banane.html"&gt;BANANA BANANA BANANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le dessert&lt;br /&gt;Que sert&lt;br /&gt;L'abominable homme des neiges&lt;br /&gt;A l'abominable enfant teenage&lt;br /&gt;Un amour de dessert&lt;br /&gt;BANANA NA NA NA NA BANANA SPLIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les cerises confites sont des lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;Qui laissent des marques rouges sur l'antarctique&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;Et pour le faire fondre une tactique&lt;br /&gt;BANANA BANANA BANANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baisers givrés sur les montagnes blanches&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;On dirait que les choses se déclenchent&lt;br /&gt;NA NA NA&lt;br /&gt;La chantilly s'écroule en avalanche&lt;br /&gt;BANANA BANANA BANANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296469190007911?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296469190007911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296469190007911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/12/lio-banana-split.html' title='Lio - Banana split'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309041592788395</id><published>2004-11-11T00:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:27:35.855+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van-Halen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><title type='text'>Van Halen - Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2005/12/david-lee-roth-just-gigolo.html"&gt;David Lee Roth -&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/11/van-halen-jump.html"&gt;Van Halen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/11/van-halen-jump.html"&gt;- Jump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/klcWaq133pJxWu2aN5&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/klcWaq133pJxWu2aN5&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="337" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owwww!&lt;br /&gt;I get up, and nothin' gets me down&lt;br /&gt;You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around&lt;br /&gt;And I know, baby, just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;You got to roll with the punches and get to what's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, can't ya see me standin' here&lt;br /&gt;I got my back against the record machine&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the worst that you've seen&lt;br /&gt;Ah, can't ya see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, might as well jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Might as well jump&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead an' jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow-oh! Hey, you! Who said that? Baby, how you been?&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know, you won't know until you begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can't ya see me standing here&lt;br /&gt;I got my back against the record machine&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the worst that you've seen&lt;br /&gt;Ah, can't ya see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, might as well jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and jump&lt;br /&gt;Might as well jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and jump&lt;br /&gt;Jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and jump&lt;br /&gt;Get it in, jump, jump!&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and jump&lt;br /&gt;Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309041592788395?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309041592788395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309041592788395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/11/van-halen-jump.html' title='Van Halen - Jump'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309159334796268</id><published>2004-10-17T01:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:31:01.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatboy-Slim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher-Walken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weapon-of-Choice'/><title type='text'>Fatboy Slim - Christopher Walken's Weapon of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/10/fatboy-slim-christopher-walkens-weapon.html"&gt;Fatboy Slim&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/10/fatboy-slim-christopher-walkens-weapon.html"&gt;- Christopher Walken's Weapon of Choice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kpYU7IcOXVlIqrdkT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kpYU7IcOXVlIqrdkT&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="337" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309159334796268?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309159334796268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309159334796268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/10/fatboy-slim-christopher-walkens-weapon.html' title='Fatboy Slim - Christopher Walken&apos;s Weapon of Choice'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115309502685013632</id><published>2004-09-11T02:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:30:27.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scopitone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prodigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temper'/><title type='text'>Prodigy - Baby's got a temper</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xajzc_the-prodigy-babys-got-a-temper_music&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xajzc_the-prodigy-babys-got-a-temper_music&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see me comin' from a mile off&lt;br /&gt;Once again ignite the skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes gonna be printed on money&lt;br /&gt;Just like your royal family&lt;br /&gt;(This aint no holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time there can be no funeral&lt;br /&gt;Im vibing, can't you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love rohypnol,&lt;br /&gt;she got rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;We take rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;Just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love rohypnol,&lt;br /&gt;she got rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;We take rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;Just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;Just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;You'll never tame her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see me do another parallel&lt;br /&gt;Better bow down your not worthy&lt;br /&gt;( Hey get off my planet, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I'll be your prisoner&lt;br /&gt;No name no number&lt;br /&gt;(revolving, dissolving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting through the trapdoor&lt;br /&gt;What I think don't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love rohypnol,&lt;br /&gt;she got rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;We take rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;Just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love rohypnol,&lt;br /&gt;she got rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;We take rohypnol&lt;br /&gt;Just forget it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never tame her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This babys got a temper&lt;br /&gt;You'll never tame her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115309502685013632?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309502685013632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115309502685013632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/09/prodigy-babys-got-temper.html' title='Prodigy - Baby&apos;s got a temper'/><author><name>Fabrice Retailleau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.pointscommuns.com/id_img/origine/7/3/2/100732/100732_1_V.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080795.post-115296541685749590</id><published>2004-08-15T14:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:35:05.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music-Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deanne-Berry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call-On-Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric-Prydz'/><title type='text'>Eric Prydz - Call On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3Pi7XgXRogcGp1Sy0&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k3Pi7XgXRogcGp1Sy0&amp;colors=background:000000;glow:000000;&amp;defaultSubtitle=&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same boy I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same boy I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, call on me&lt;br /&gt;Call on me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same boy I used to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080795-115296541685749590?l=scopitones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296541685749590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080795/posts/default/115296541685749590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scopitones.blogspot.com/2004/08/eric-prydz-call-on-me.html' title='Eric Prydz - 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