• When you've got de blues

    Pffiou de merde...
    J'écoute une chanson de pink floyd.
    7 temps par mesure.

    Money, get away.

    Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
    Money, it's a gas.
    Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
    New car, caviar, four star daydream,
    Think I'll buy me a football team.

    Money, get back.
    I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
    Money, it's a hit.
    Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
    I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
    And I think I need a Lear jet.

    Money, it's a crime.
    Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
    Money, so they say
    Is the root of all evil today.
    But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
    giving none away.

    "HuHuh! I was in the right!"
    "Yes, absolutely in the right!"
    "I certainly was in the right!"
    "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
    "Why does anyone do anything?"
    "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
    "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
    why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
    screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
    It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

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    Vendredi 9 Décembre 2005 à 15:36
    dark side of the moon?
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