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A bon essien :p

19h53. 17 décembre 2007. IVe République. Ere du prolétariat. Quelque part pas loin de Vovray. Thomas, ou plus simplement "zob", et Filip tombent d'accord dans le domaine de la musique!
Officiellement, le chanteur de Jimmy Eat World a une voix trop bien.

Jimmy Eat World - The Authority Song

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# Posté le lundi 17 décembre 2007 14:41

Modifié le mardi 18 décembre 2007 12:49

Erick Decks - Wild Obsession (Klaas Remix)

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(en attendant les videos du café cabaret^^...)

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# Posté le samedi 15 décembre 2007 07:38

Article a-la-anna (tels des petilux)

Avril Lavigne - I'm With You

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# Posté le mercredi 12 décembre 2007 11:07

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A flake drowning the fake

Sometimes honesty is the last glimmer of hope we have. We believe that their lookalike feelings are the reflection of what they feel inside. Our emotions are controlled by their feelings: we are nothing, they are everything. When you feel like staring at them, when you feel like listening to the confusing-nauseating-incomprehensible rumble of life, when you feel like forgetting, you're just a mad old plant. Trying to keep your head high, paddling not to drown. You're nothing inside and you're believing lies and you're absorbing emotions and you're creating feelings and you're growing happier and you're sinking into depression. There's too much and you don't understand it, all you can do is act the happiest you can: be a sun to others. Acting to the detriment of honesty. People have bigger hearts than they have brains. The fucking point of a tragic hero is that his heart is too big to fill his brain. All he does is act it out, live a lie, blow out the sun, cover his pain with heaps of snow, stop in the woods and think. He's never been able to clear his snow and let the light filter through. He's just like you. When you feel alone in your woods, with your suns, it's pointless to stare, because you're not going anywhere. A need to prove that your heart is his and theirs. Someone who understands you. Make someone absorb and suffer and think. Your thinking makes you suffer, and your suffering makes you think. There's no point laughing out loud when you're not laughing inside.

Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees

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# Posté le mardi 11 décembre 2007 15:06

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