Guile's Theme goes with everything, ainsi que les plus cultivés d'entre nous le savent déjà. Il est donc on ne peut plus naturel que le thème le plus américain jamais composé par un japonais s'accorde à merveille avec un orchestre symphonique.
Les autres vidéos du même créateur valent aussi largement le détour.
Aujourd'hui dans "j'apprends la subtilité sur Internet", voici une vidéo qui emmerde à la fois le Texas, les épileptiques et le bon goût en général.
Think 'bout a place that's hot as hell 'Bout drier than the bottom of a dried-out well And I think ya know what Texas means to me Ain't got no money, ain't got no jobs The banks are all too poor to rob And I'd like to say one thing 'fore I leave
Fuck you, Texas, and fuck your Lone Star Beer. Fuck that fucking Alamo, and fuckin' long-horned steer. Fuck every Dallas cowboy, that ever draw'd a breath Fuck you, Texas, and fuck you plumb to death!
I work'd my fingers to the bone But I knowed I wrote some pretty good songs 'Til I drew the wrath of the Texas LCB They jerked my tunes off the honky-tonk With a bullshit list of 'do's and 'don't's They lock'd 'em up, and throw'd away the key.
Well, fuck you, Texas, and fuck your Lone Star Beer. Fuck that fucking Alamo, and fuckin' long-horned steer. Fuck every Dallas cowboy, that ever draw'd a breath Fuck you, Texas, and fuck you plumb to death!
Well, I'm headed for the border line Anyplace else'll be just fine As long as there's a job and a decent place to sleep Get up each mornin' with my ass-a-flexin' And give birth to yet another Texan And write a song as he slips between my cheeks!
So, fuck you, Texas, and fuck your Lone Star Beer. Fuck that fucking Alamo, and fuckin' long-horned steer. Fuck every Dallas cowboy, that ever draw'd a breath Fuck you, Texas, and fuck you plumb to death!
Fuck you, Texas, and fuck your Lone Star Beer. Fuck that fucking Alamo, and fuckin' long-horned steer. Fuck every Dallas cowboy, that ever draw'd a breath Fuck you, Texas, and fuck you plumb to death!
Pour fêter la reprise de l'ultime saison de Breaking Bad, voici une sympathique narcoccorida chantant les louanges du courageux héros plein de vertu connu sous le nom d'Heisenberg.
La ciudad se llama Duke, Nuevo Mexico el estado entre la gente mafiosa, su fama se a propagado causa de una nueva droga, que los gringos han creado.
Dicen que es color azul y que es pura calidad esa droga poderosa, que circula en la ciudad y los dueños de la plaza, no la pudieron parar.
Anda caliente el cartel, al respeto le faltaron hablan de un tal Heisenberg, que ahora controla el mercado nadie sabe nada de el, porque nunca lo han mirado.
el cartel es de respeto y jamás a perdonado ese compa ya esta muerto, nomás no le han avisado
La fama de Heisenberg ya llego hasta michoacán desde alla quieren venir a provar ese cristal ese material azul ya se hizo internacional.
Ahora si le quedo bien, a Nuevo Mexico el nombre a Mexico se parece en tanta droga que esconde solo que hay un capo gringo, por Heisenberg lo conocen.
Anda caliente el cartel, al respeto le faltaron hablan de un tal Heisenberg, que ahora controla el mercado nadie sabe nada de el, porque nunca lo han mirado.
A la furia del cartel, nadie jamás a escapado ese compa ya esta muerto, nomas no le han avisado.
Du métal, des paroles débiles, un T-shirt Batman, y'a tout dans cette vidéo.
Hey hey let's go kenka suru Taisetsu na mono protect my balls! Boku ga warui so let's fighting… Let's fighting love! Let's fighting love! (Hey, hey, allez ! Combattons ! Il est important de protéger mes boules ! Je suis mauvais, alors combattons… Combattons l'amour ! Combattons l'amour !)
Son compositeur s'appelle Emily Howell. Bon, te dis-tu probablement, c'est fort joli, mais c'est pas non plus exceptionnel. C'est même plutôt répétitif et simpliste. Oui, certes, cette musique en elle-même est relativement classique (sans mauvais jeu de mots), mais il y a un détail qui la rend très particulière.
Emily Howell est en réalité un programme informatique conçu pour composer de la musique sans assistance humaine. "Elle" a déjà publié deux albums.
Ils ont même envahi notre musique, à présent. Ayez peur. Ayez très peur.
Lecteur, tu te sens un peu triste ? Ta foi en l'humanité est-elle en chute libre depuis quelques temps ? Demain te semble-t-il le jour le plus sombre de ta vie ? Voilà qui va te redonner la banane : We Will All Go Together When We Go, de Tom Lehrer, une jolie chanson sur l'holocauste nucléaire.
When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner or Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjectives,
To think of all the weeping they will do. But don't you worry. No more ashes, no more sackcloth. And an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve. For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too, There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.
And we will all go together when we go. What a comforting fact that is to know. Universal bereavement, An inspiring achievement, Yes, we all will go together when we go.
We will all go together when we go. All suffuse with an incandescent glow. No one will have the endurance To collect on his insurance, Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry. We'll be french fried potatoes by and by. There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie, Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.
And we will all bake together when we bake. There'll be nobody present at the wake. With complete participation In that grand incineration, Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Oh we will all char together when we char. And let there be no moaning of the bar. Just sing out a te deum When you see that i.c.b.m., And the party will be "come as you are."
Oh we will all burn together when we burn. There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn. When it's time for the fallout And Saint Peter calls us all out, We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
And we will all go together when we go. Ev'ry hottenhot and ev'ry eskimo. When the air becomes uranious, And we will all go simultaneous. Yes we all will go together When we all go together, Yes we all will go together when we go.
Tu connais le principe des Inappropriate Soundtracks ? C'est pas compliqué : tu prends une scène d'un film connu, et tu remplace la bande-son par une autre, changeant complètement l'ambiance. Généralement, ça donne des résultats drôlatiques, tels que celui-ci. Dans d'autres cas, ça rend la scène encore plus énormissime qu'elle ne l'était déjà, comme c'est le cas ici :
Such a feelin's comin' over me There is wonder in most every thing I see Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes And I won't be surprised if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be Is now comin' true especially for me And the reason is clear, it's because you are here You're the nearest thing to Heaven that I've seen
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation And the only explanation I can find Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around Your love's put me at the top of the world
Somethin' in the wind has learned my name And it's tellin' me that things are not the same In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me
There is only one wish on my mind When this day is through I hope that I will find That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me All I need will be mine if you are here
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation And the only explanation I can find Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around Your love's put me at the top of the world
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation And the only explanation I can find Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around Your love's put me at the top of the world
Une fois toutes les semaines des quatre jeudis, il arrive qu'une publicité (pour une chaîne de télé, qui plus est) soit regardable en point même d'en être sympathique.
"It never gets old, huh?"
"Nope."
"It kinda makes you wanna..."
"Break into song ?"
"Yupp !"
I love the mountains, I love the clear blue sky I love big bridges, I love when great whites fly I love the whole world, and all it's sights and sounds Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada
I love the ocean, I love real dirty things I love to go fast, I love Egyptian kings I love the whole world and all it's craziness Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada
I love tornadoes, I love arachnids I love hot magma, I love the giant squids I love the whole world, it's such a brilliant place Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada
Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada, Boom de yada
En attendant d'avoir suffisamment de temps devant moi pour reprendre la conquête du monde, mise en stand-by depuis un temps incongru, voici un petit hommage rapide à ce qui aurait pu être une excellente série télé si elle n'avait pas été coupée au bout de quatorze épisodes (dont seuls onze auront été diffusés, et même pas dans le bon ordre) : Firefly.
Take my love, take my land, Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free, You can't take the sky from me
Take me out, to the black, Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me
There's no place I can be Since I've found Serenity But you can't take the sky from me
Si cette chanson avait existé dans la réalité, je suis pratiquement sûr que l'ONU, l'Unesco et l'OMS auraient demandé la vitrification du Canada au nom de la préservation du patrimoine culturel mondial et de la sauvegarde de l'humanité.
Let's go to the mall, everybody!
Come on Jessica, come on Tori,
Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry
Put on your jelly bracelets
And your cool graffiti coat
At the mall, having fun is what it's all aboot
I haven't done my homework yet (That's OK!)
And you know how my parents get (Whatever!)
Let's go to the mall today
There's this boy I like
Met him at the food court
He's got hair like Gretzky
And he does jumps on his skateboard
I hope he asks me out
Takes me to my favorite spot
It'll be just him and me
(But don't forget the robot)
Dad says I'm too young to date (Lame!)
But baby, I don't want to wait (Let's do it!)
That's OK, I'm going to rock your body anyway
I'm going to rock your body 'til Canada Day
Everybody come and play
Throw every last care away
Let's go to the mall today
I went to the mall with a couple of friends
I had a whole week's allowance to spend
I want hoop earrings and a Benetton shirt
We came here to shop and we came here to flirt
I turned around and who should I see
Prime Minister Brian Mulroney
He said, "Young lady, I don't approve."
So I had to get down and bust a crazy move
Hit it Fred, come on
Let's go to the mall
Let's go to the mall, everybody!
Everybody come and play
Throw every last care away
Let's go to the mall today
Everybody loves the mall!
Everybody come and play (Yeah!)
Throw every last care away (I love my hoop earrings!)
Let's go to the mall today
Pour ceux qui ont survécu à ce traitement, passez la deuxième couche.Attention, c'est encore plus nocif que l'Epoxy en application directe sur les neurones...
N'oubliez pas les sages paroles de Saint Barney : "Whenever I start doing pop, I just stop doing pop and start being awesome instead.". True Story.
