tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187748322011-12-03T11:13:35.056+01:00Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1150887254945980422006-06-21T12:49:00.000+02:002006-06-21T12:58:23.130+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-115088725494598042?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com72tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1150376705554969092006-06-15T15:03:00.000+02:002006-06-15T15:05:05.566+02:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/lobotomie.jpg"><br /><br />Lobotomie papa<br />Lobotomie maman<br />J'ai un trou dans la tête<br />Lobotomie soldat<br />Lobotomie para<br />Je ne crains plus la loi<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<br />J'ai un trou dans la tête<br />Je ne sens plus mes bras<br />Et même si je meurs<br />Je n'ai plus de douleur<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<br />On me demande souvent<br />Pourquoi cette cicatrice<br />La juste derrière mon crâne<br />Dans ma tête il fait noir<br />Dans ma tête un trou noir<br />J'ai du sang plein ma tête<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<br />Quand ils sont arrivés<br />Pour venir me chercher<br />La camisole passée<br />Et après dans le noir<br />Traîné dans le couloir<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<br />La tête dans la baignoire<br />Ils ont pris un rasoir<br />Mon dégage le crâne<br />J'me souviens plus de rien<br />Lobotomie merci<br />J'ai du vide pleins ma tête<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<br />Lobotomie amputée<br />Lobotomie amputée<br />Lobotomie amputée<br />Amputé, Amputé, Amputé<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-115037670555496909?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1149701901185286972006-06-07T19:34:00.000+02:002006-06-07T19:38:21.196+02:00Par Tristan de la Cave.<br /><img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/4295/ashestoashes6zj.jpg" /><br /><br /><br><br /><br><small>Do you remember a guy thats been<br />In such an early song<br />Ive heard a rumour from ground control<br />Oh no, dont say its true<br /><br />They got a message from the action man<br />Im happy, hope youre happy too<br />Ive loved all Ive needed love<br />Sordid details following<br /><br />The shrieking of nothing is killing<br />Just pictures of jap girls in synthesis and i<br />Aint got no money and I aint got no hair<br />But Im hoping to kick but the planet its glowing<br /><br />Ashes to ashes, funk to funky<br />We know major toms a junkie<br />Strung out in heavens high<br />Hitting an all-time low<br /><br />Time and again I tell myself<br />Ill stay clean tonight<br />But the little green wheels are following me<br />Oh no, not again<br />Im stuck with a valuable friend<br />Im happy, hope youre happy too<br />One flash of light but no smoking pistol<br /><br />I never done good things<br />I never done bad things<br />I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh<br />Want an axe to break the ice<br />Wanna come down right now<br /><br />Ashes to ashes, funk to funky<br />We know major toms a junkie<br />Strung out in heavens high<br />Hitting an all-time low<br /><br />My mother said to get things done<br />Youd better not mess with major tom<br />My mother said to get things done<br />Youd better not mess with major tom<br />My mother said to get things done<br />Youd better not mess with major tom<br />My mother said to get things done<br />Youd better not mess with major tom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-114970190118528697?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1137255855978190722006-01-14T17:20:00.000+01:002006-01-14T17:24:15.990+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Par Yannis Angel.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4614/1845/1600/natural_disaster___small.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4614/1845/400/natural_disaster___small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;">Oh, oh, oh...<br />All alone...<br />'gone out <br />So many nights <br />Nobody's there <br />Lost and wasted <br /><br />Why am I alone? <br />Who made me this way? <br />(Natural Disaster) <br />All alone, alone <br />Why am I alone? <br />I feel so alone <br /><br />Natural disaster (disaster) <br />Natural disaster (disaster) <br /><br />Oh, this night mistrust (heartless rust)<br />Who made me this way? <br />Blinding, spinning, shining, bright and burning, ruined, dead, hurting <br />Blinding, spinning, shining, bright and burning, ruined, dead, hurting <br /><br />Light is blinding, spinning and shining, bright and burning, ruined and hurting,<br />colours are flashing, in the dark smoke, mirrors the face is hoping, I can re - member why I,<br />came here before, I don't know how I, feel like I don't know, I feel like I don't know, how<br />will I feel like, I don't know how I, feel like I don't know, how will I feel, I, how will I feel, I.<br />(All alone, all alone, all alone)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113725585597819072?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1137158686078470422006-01-13T14:22:00.000+01:002006-01-13T14:31:57.290+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/kissing.jpg" /><br /><br />CORIDON<br />"Now the maids and the men are making of hay,<br />We've left dull fools and are stolen away.<br />Then Mopsa, no more<br />Be coy as before,<br />But let's merrily, merrily play<br />And kiss and kiss the sweet time away."<br /><br />MOPSA<br />"Why, how now sir Clown,<br />What makes you so bold ?<br />I'd have ye to known<br />I'm not made of that mold.<br />I tell you again :<br />Maids must never kiss no men.<br />No, no, no, no, no, no kissing at all ;<br />I'll not kiss till I kiss for good and all."<br /><br />CORIDON<br />"Not kiss you at all ?"<br /><br />MOPSA<br />"Not kiss, till you kiss me<br />For good and all."<br /><br />CORIDON<br />"Should you give me a score<br />'Twould not lessen your store<br />Then bid me cheerfully kiss<br />And take my fill of your bliss."<br /><br />MOPSA<br />"I'll not trust you so far, I know you too well ;<br />Should I give you an inch you'd soon take an ell .<br />Then lordike you rule,<br />and laugh at the fool."<br /><br />CORIDON<br />"So small a request,<br />You must not, you cannot, you shall not deny,<br />Nor will I admit of another reply."<br /><br />MOPSA<br />"Nay, what do you mean ? Oh, fie, fie, fie fie !"<br /><br />CORIDON<br />"You must not, you cannot, you shall not deny."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113715868607847042?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1137106979266128832006-01-13T00:00:00.000+01:002006-01-13T00:02:59.276+01:00Par Yannis Angel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4614/1845/1600/shouldhaveknow__for%20BDC.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4614/1845/400/shouldhaveknow__for%20BDC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Oh, Lillian<br />Look what you've done<br />You've stripped my heart<br />Ripped it apart<br />In the name of fun</p> <p>Oh, Lillian<br />I'm a poor man's son<br />And precious jewels<br />Weren't found in schools<br />Where I came from</p> <p>Pain and misery always hit the spot<br />Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got</p> <p>Oh, Lillian<br />I should have run<br />I should have known<br />Each dress you own<br />Is a loaded gun</p> <p>Oh, Lillian</p> <p>Oh, Lillian<br />I need protection<br />I hear your voice<br />And any choice I had is gone</p> <p>Oh, Lillian<br />Once I begun<br />I couldn't stop<br />'til every drop of blood was sung</p> <p>Pain and misery always hit the spot<br />Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got</p> <p>Oh, Lillian<br />Look what you've done<br />You stripped my heart<br />Ripped it apart<br />In the name of fun</p> Oh, Lillian<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113710697926612883?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1136549662109713972006-01-06T13:09:00.000+01:002006-01-06T13:15:59.076+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/beathingsmall.jpg" /><br /><br />mais il vaut mieux regarder cette image <a href="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/breathingbig.jpg" target="_blank">en grand</a> (trop large pour le blog) !!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"> She's not the kind of girl<br />Who likes to tell the world<br />About the way she feels about herself<br />She takes a little time in making up her mind<br />She doesn't want to fight against the tide<br /><br />And lately I'm not the only one<br />I say never trust anyone<br /><br />Always the one who has to drag her down<br />Maybe you'll get what you want this time around<br /><br />Can't bear to face the truth<br />So sick he cannot move<br />And when it hurts he takes it out on you<br /><br />And lately I'm not the only one<br />I say never trust anyone<br /><br />Always the one who has to drag her down<br />Maybe you'll get what you want this time around<br /><br />The trick is to keep breathing <i>[x2]</i><br /><br />She knows the human heart<br />And how to read the stars<br />Now everything's about to fall apart<br />I won't be the one who's going to let you down<br />Maybe you'll get what you want this time around<br />I won't be the one who's going to let you down<br />Maybe you'll get what you want this time around<br /><br />The trick is to keep breathing <i>[x7]</i></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><i></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113654966210971397?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1136472682166385122006-01-05T15:45:00.000+01:002006-01-05T16:20:16.406+01:00Par Yannis Angel.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pinkhospital.free.fr/lumps/05tiefinmir.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pinkhospital.free.fr/lumps/05tiefinmir.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ecouter <a href="http://pinkhospital.free.fr/ellenallien_tiefinmir.mp3">" Tief In Mir "</a><br />( Click droit + Enregistrer la cible sous )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113647268216638512?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1134769939474876122005-12-16T22:51:00.000+01:002005-12-16T22:52:19.483+01:00par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/cage.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113476993947487612?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1132329608161272632005-11-18T16:58:00.000+01:002005-11-18T17:00:08.170+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bloug/run.jpg" /><br /><br /> Love can be so strange<br /> Don't it amaze you?<br /> Everytime you give yourself away<br /> It comes back to haunt you<br /> Love's an elusive charm and it can be painful<br /> To understand this crazy world<br /> But you're not gonna crack<br /> No you're never gonna crack<br /> <br /> Run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun<br /> Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun<br /> So run my baby run my baby run<br /> <br /> Life can be so cruel<br /> Don't it astound you?<br /> So when nothing seems too certain or safe<br /> Let it burn through you<br /> You can keep it pure on the inside<br /> And you know what you believe to be right<br /> So you're not gonna crack<br /> No you're never gonna crack<br /> <br /> Run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun<br /> Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun<br /> So run my baby run my baby run<br /> <br /> Find out who you are before you regret it<br /> Because life is so short, there's no time to waste it<br /> <br /> So run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun<br /> Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun<br /> So run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run my baby run my baby run<br /> Run my baby run my baby run<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113232960816127263?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1132312002543063002005-11-18T12:05:00.000+01:002005-11-18T12:06:42.543+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br />Version tout à fait très vraiment beaucoup personnelle<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bdc/techno1.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bdc/techno2.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113231200254306300?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1131634457158482752005-11-10T15:45:00.000+01:002005-11-18T12:04:17.283+01:00Par Yannis Angel<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bdc/aphone.png" /><br /><br />J'ai crié ton nom,<br />J'ai traversé la rue<br />Il n'y avait personne de l'autre coté<br />Alors pourquoi ai-je traversé ?<br />Pour me faire renverser,<br />Chavirer,<br />Comme l'amour sait le faire<br /><br />Mais il n'y avait pas de voiture<br />Pas même un bus.. aveugle<br />La rue est déserte<br />Et déserte est ma tête<br />Je continue à crier,<br />Je continue à marcher,<br />Je continue..<br /><br />Aphone<br />M'a rendu l'amour.<br />Aphone,<br />J'ai perdue ma voix.<br />Aphone<br />Amour, tu m'as laissée sans toi.<br />Amour, tu m'as laissé sans voix.<br />Aphone.<br /><br />J'ai traversé la rue<br />Un vent doux et violent<br />a soulevé ma jupe<br />Ma jupe et mes longs cheveux<br />Je ne me souviens plus bien<br />mais ça n'était pas toi<br />Pourtant j'ai chaviré<br />mais sans trouvé tes bras<br />Le bitume est froid, le ciel est gris<br />Est-ce une source claire ?<br />Cette source chaude qui coule et file entre mes doigts<br />la source déscend à toi,<br />vient caresser mon corps<br />un soleil m'éblouit pourtant<br />le ciel est gris.<br /><br />Aphone<br />M'a rendu l'amour.<br />Aphone,<br />J'ai perdue ma voix.<br />Aphone<br />Amour, tu m'as laissée sans toi.<br />Amour, tu m'as laissé sans voix.<br />Aphone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113163445715848275?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1131567888772220282005-11-09T21:21:00.000+01:002005-11-18T12:03:44.813+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bdc/showroomdummies.jpg" /><br /><br />We are standing here<br />Exposing ourselves<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<br /><br />We're being watched<br />and we feel our pulse<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<br /><br />We look around<br />and change our pose<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<br /><br />We start to move<br />And we break the glass<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<br /><br />We step out<br />And take a walk through the city<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<br /><br />We go into a club<br />And there we start to dance<br />We are showroom dummies<br />We are showroom dummies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113156788877222028?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18774832.post-1131507456936105612005-11-09T04:35:00.000+01:002005-11-18T12:03:01.743+01:00Par Tristan de la Cave<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><img src="http://tristandlc.free.fr/bdc/sugar.jpg" /></span><br /><br /><br />Sugar,<br />Oh, Honey Honey.<br />You are my candy girl,<br />and you got me wanting you.<br />Honey,<br />Oh, Sugar, Sugar.<br />You are my candy girl<br />and you got me wanting you.<br /><br />I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you.<br />(I just can't believe it's true).<br />I just can't believe the wonder of this feeling too.<br />(I just can't believe it's true).<br /><br />Sugar,<br />Oh, Honey Honey.<br />You are my candy girl,<br />and you got me wanting you.<br />Honey,<br />Oh, Sugar, Sugar.<br />You are my candy girl<br />and you got me wanting you.<br /><br />When I kissed you girl,<br />I knew how sweet a kiss could be.<br />(I know how sweet a kiss can be)<br />Like the summer sunshine<br />pour your sweetness over me.<br />(Pour your sweetness over me).<br /><br />Oh pour little sugar on me honey (sugar)<br />Pour little sugar on me baby (honey honey)<br />When you make love so sweet (Yeah Yeah Yeah.)<br />Pour little sugar on me (oh yeah)<br />Pour little sugar on me honey<br />Pour little sugar on me baby<br />I'm gonna make love so sweet (hey hey hey)<br />Pour little sugar on me honey.<br /><br />Ah sugar.<br />Oh honey, honey.<br />You are my candy, girl,<br />and you got me wanting you.<br /><br />Oh honey (honey, honey, sugar, sugar)<br />Sugar, sugar<br />You are my candy girl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18774832-113150745693610561?l=boitedeconserve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boîte de Conservehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00657954620121895378noreply@blogger.com5