Eels - Novocaïne for the soul

Life is hard

And so am i

You'd better give me something

So i don't die

Novocaine for the soul

Before i sputter out

Life is white

And i am black

Jesus and his lawyer

Are coming back

Oh my darling

Will you be here

Before i sputter out

Un batteur coréen nous montre ce que c'est qu'un show

"Soit il est le fils caché de John bonham (feu ex-Batteur des Led Zep), soit il a trop regardé le Muppet's Show...."

11 years old blues guitar hero

"Mimi !! Demain tu files acheter deux guitares et une méthode

à TOURS !! OK ?!

Matt dancing

Concept simple et génial : "Matt dancing around the world".

The Cell - Tribute

The legend of 1900 - Bande-annonce

The legend of 1900 - the fight [suite]

The legend of 1900 - the fight

Eyes wide shut - Home

Portishead - Roads (live)

Oh, can't anybody see,

We've got a war to fight,

Never found our way,

Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,

From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,In the morning light,I feel,

No more can I say,

Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,

And surely that ain't right,

Surely that ain't right.

Alain Bashung - Résidents de la République

Un jour je t'aimerai moins

Jusqu'au jour où je ne t'aimerai plus

Un jour je sourirai moins

Jusqu'au jour où je ne sourirai plus

Un jour je parlerai moins

Jusqu'au jour où je ne parlerai plus

Un jour je courrai moins

Jusqu'au jour où je ne courrai plus

Hier on se regardait à peine

C'est à peine si l'on se penchait

Aujourd'hui nos regards sont suspendus

Nous résidents de la république

Où le rose a des reflets de bleu

Résidents, résidents de la république

Des atomes, fais ce que tu veux

The ecstasy of gold - San Francisco symphonic orchestra for Metallica

by Ennio Morricone

Queens of the stone age - No one knows

We get some rules to follow

That and this, these and those

No one knows

We get these pills to swallow

How they stick in your throat

Tastes like gold

Oh what you do to me

No one knows

And I realize you're mine

Indeed a fool am I

And I realize you're mine

Indeed a fool am I

Ahh

Oldies but goodies - America - Tinman

Sometimes late when things are real

And people share the gift of gab between themselves

Some are quick to take the bait

And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But oz never did give nothing to the tin man

That he didnt, didnt already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of sir galahad.

So please believe in me

When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain bright color

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsuds green like bubbles