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Poésie française, une très folle et très subjective tentative d'anthologie, -rien que ça!, billets d'humeur,
Mémoire de la SHOAH.
contact@nuageneuf.fr
Poésie française, une très folle et très subjective tentative d'anthologie, -rien que ça!, billets d'humeur,
Mémoire de la SHOAH.
contact@nuageneuf.fr
Dame Ségo a raison.
RépondreSupprimerAmbassadeur en Antarctique serait idéal.
La Terre de Feu n'étant pas loin, on imagine une belle synergie pour développer les ventes des produits Ushuaïa.
J.
Pour l'heure, l'ambassadeur qui fait florès serait plutôt Philippe Besson, nommé par décision de Jupi. à San Francisco.
SupprimerLe "nouveau monde" ne manque pas, une journée, de nous stupéfier...
Et Besson pourra faire éditer ses "Chroniques du Nouveau Monde" chez un éditeur arlésien bien connu, ayant un réelle surface.
SupprimerNous ne pouvons nous empêcher d'évoquer sans cesse avec ces gens le film de Mel Brooks
Supprimer"It"s good the be the king !"
Now get down people and listen to me
Gonna tell you how I made history
You can call me Louis, I'm the king of France
Check out my story while you do your dance
Now in seventeen hundred and eighty-nine
The peasants were starving, but I was fine
We were hanging out, down in old Versailles
That's the week end pad of my Queen and I
In the alleys of Paris they was eating rats
But it was filet mignon for the aristocrats
There were Dukes and Counts and Barons and Earls
I gave them the titles but I kept the girls
Blondes, red heads, wild brunettes
Ladies-in-waitin', I didn't wait to get
There was truffles for breakfast, toast for brunch
The line of the Follies Bergères for lunch
(Ooh yes, it's good to be the King)
(Ooh La La)
(Gee, but it's good to be the King)
Say it girls
(You can be sure about one thing)
(Ooh La La)
(Mais oui, it's good to be the king)
It's good to be the king
(Ah Ooh Ah Ooh)
Well if Paris was rioting, they were doing it good
When we heard there was some trouble in the neighborhood
I wasn't too worried, no big deal
You step out the line, Jack, you're in the Bastille
The party kept swinging all day and all night
The champagne was flowing, we was feeling all right
They were screaming for bread, things started to shake
But Marie-Antoinette said (Well let 'em eat cake!)
Now the rabble wouldn't have it, they was angry with me
They built a big old razor called the guillotine
Then the people all shouted, "We'll have our day"
"Down with dirty water, give us Perrier!"
I said the more you want, things might get screwy
un clip parmi bien d'autres
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9Aj7W3g1qo