Les chansons méchantes / méprisantes / vachardes

Requiem pour un con du beau Serge

I got the call Monday mornin'
Sometime around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for dead,
Lost without a friend
Now how you live with yourself
Well child, I just don't know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya
Really suck, you're rotten and you really blow

I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead

Your first name should be ass
Your last name should be wipe
Believe me when I say this
Cus I've been shit on more than twice
Well it's funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !

I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead

What's mine is mine
What's yours is mine
And that's the way it's gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard
Don't ya come around to me
Now I've been doin' this now
For quite a many day
I'll rip off your nuts and
Shove them down your throat and
Head off on my merry way

Money-hungry and greedy
Child you're just downright wrong
Ya pissed me off so many times
I just had to write this song
Everyone's got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livin' child
Seem like a back breakin' chore

I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the hole myself
But, I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead

Méchant ? Vachard ? Méprisant ?... ... Mick Jagger !!

- Stupid Girl


- The under assistant west coast promo man

On pourrait faire toute une compile avec des chansons d'Hazlewood.







...dans le genre odieux.




Et These Boots Are Made For Walking bien sur, à l'origine écrite par Hazlewood pour lui même et qui prenait un sens plutôt agressif, quand c'était chanté par un mec.




Sinon Randy Newman en avait sortie une bonne.

Celle-ci passe pas mal à la radio en ce moment, elle est plutôt sympa, et les paroles... Elle en veut à quelqu'un!



There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark,

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,
Go ahead and sell me out and a I'll lay your shit bare,
See how I'll leave with every piece of you,
Don't underestimate the things that I will do,

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark,

The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can't help feeling,

We could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
Rolling in the deep,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
You had my heart inside of your hand,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
And you played it to the beat,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Baby, I have no story to be told,
But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,
Think of me in the depths of your despair,
Make a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,

The scars of your love remind me of us,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
I can't help feeling,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

We could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
Rolling in the deep,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
You had my heart inside of your hands,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

And you played it to the beat,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside of your hands,
But you played it with a beating,

Throw your soul through every open door,
Count your blessings to find what you look for,
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
We could have had it all,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
We could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
It all, it all, it all,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

We could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
Rolling in the deep,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
You had my heart inside of your hands,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
And you played it to the beat,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
Rolling in the deep,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
You had my heart inside of your hands,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

But you played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it to the beat.

Et un peu plus violente:



Oh baby, pretty baby
Oh honey, you let me down honey
I ain't playin' childhood games no more
I said it's time for me to even the score
So stake your claim, your claim to fame
But baby call another name
When you feel the fire, and taste the flame

Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch

Makin' love
Cheap heartbreaker, broken backed,
Nasty ballbreaker, stay out of my bed,
outta my head
If it's lovin' you, I'm better off dead

Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch

Emotions ripped, gone on a binge
Life lipped, I said you're off the hinge
Tellin' lies of such fame and glory
I don't even wanna hear your story

Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
It's such a pity that you're such a bitch

Back off, back off bitch
It's time to burn-burn the witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Hey wha'd'ya think he's tryin' to say there
anyway?
I think it's something each person's
s'posed to take in their own special way
Fucking bitch

Pour le même prix, tu pouvais rajouter Under my thumb, Play with fire, Mother's little helper (un bijou de vacherie) et pas mal d'autres en effet

Rien qu'au titre, çà sent le gars frustré ^^

Dans les classiques:

Renaud - Où C'est Qu'j'ai Mis Mon Flingue?:

J' veux qu' mes chansons soient des caresses,
Ou bien des pains dans la gueule.
A qui qu' ce soit que je m'agresse,
J' veux vous remuer dans vos fauteuils.
Alors écoutez moi un peu,
Les pousse-mégots et les nez-d'boeux,
Les ringards, les folkeux, les journaleux.
D'puis qu'y' a mon nom dans vos journaux,
Qu'on voit ma tronche à la télé,
Où j' vends ma soupe empoisonnée,
Vous m'avez un peu trop gonflé.
J' suis pas chanteur pour mes copains,
Et j' peux être teigneux comme un chien.
J' déclare pas, avec Aragon,
Qu' le poète a toujours raison.
La femme est l'avenir des cons,
Et l'homme n'est l'avenir de rien.

Moi, mon av'nir est sur zinc
D'un bistrot des plus cradingues,
Mais bordel, où c'est qu' j'ai mis mon flingue ?

J' vais pas m' laisser emboucaner
Par les fachos, pas les gauchos,
Tous ces pauvr' mecs endoctrinés
Qui foutent ma révolte au tombeau.
Tous ceux qui m' traitent de démago
Dans leur torchons qu' j' lirai jamais :
" Renaud, c'est mort, il est récupéré " ;
Tous ces p'tits bourgeois incurables
Qui parlent pas, qu'écrivent pas, qui bavent,
Qui vivront vieux leur vie d' minables,
Ont tous dans la bouche un cadavre.
T't' façon, j' chante pas pour ces blaireaux,
Et j'ai pas dit mon dernier mot.
C'est sûr'ment pas un disque d'or,
Ou un Olympia à moi tout seul,
Qui me feront virer de bord,
Qui me feront fermer ma gueule.

Tant qu'y' aura d' al haine dans mes s'ringues,
Je ne chant'rai que pour les dingues,
Mais bordel, ! Où c'est qu' j'ai mis mon flingue ?

Y'a pas qu' les mômes, dans la rue,
Qui m' collent au cul pour une photo,
Y'a même des flics qui me saluent,
Qui veulent que j' signe dans leurs calots.
Moi j' crache dedans, et j' cris bien haut
Qu' le bleu marine me fait gerber,
Qu' j'aime pas l' travail, la justice et l'armée.
C'est pas demain qu'on m' verra marcher
Avec les connards qui vont aux urnes,
Choisir celui qui les f'ra crever.
Moi, ces jours là, j' reste dans ma turne.
Rien à foutre de la lutte de crasse,
Tous les systèmes sont dégueulasses !
J' peux pas encaisser les drapeaux,
Quoi que le noir soir le plus beau.
La marseillaise, même en reggae,
Ca m'a toujours fait dégueuler.

Les marches militaires, ça m' déglingue
Et votr' République, moi j' la tringle,
Mais bordel ! Où c'est qu' j'ai mis mon flingue ?

D'puis qu'on m'a tiré mon canif,
Un soir au métro Saint Michel,
J' fous plus les pieds dans une manif
Sans un nunchak' ou un cocktail
A Longwy comme à Saint Lazare,
Plus de slogans face aux flicards,
Mais des fusils, des pavés, des grenades !
Gueuler contre la répression
En défilant " Bastille-Nation "
Quand mes frangins crèvent en prison
Ca donne une bonne conscience aux cons,
Aux nez-d'boeux et aux pousse-mégots
Qui foutent ma révolte au tombeau.

Si un jour j' me r'trouve par terre,
Sûr qu' ça s'ra d' la faute à Baader.
Si j' crève le nez dans le ruisseau,
Sûr qu' ça s'ra d' la faute à Bonnot.

Pour l'instant, ma gueule est sur le zinc
D'un bistrot des plus cradingues,
Mais faites gaffe !
J'ai mis la main sur mon flingue !

Pas la plus méchante mais je l'aime bien quand même...

Je trouve ce morceau gratuitement méchant et totalement infondé ... on peut comprendre l'aigreur de Lennon après la fin des Beatles, mais il oublie qu'il a sa (large) part de responsabilité en ayant voulu imposer cette c... de Yoko Ono aux autres ... dire que tout qu'il a fait était Yesterday ...je trouve ça très petit, non seulement si on considère la carrière de Mc Cartney depuis la fin des Beatles, mais si on considère également sa contribution beaucoup beaucoup moins réductrice que ne le laisse entendre cet empaffé de Lennon ...

Un des plus beaux exemples

La version studio avec les paroles,...




...et le making of ....



il avait vraiment la haine l'ami Freddie, écoutez sa piste isolée, ça transpire de haine

Ah ça on peut dire que cette chanson est parfaitement dans le thème du topic ! Après elle est justement tellement méchante et gratuite que je pense pas qu'il faille tout prendre au 1er degré et penser que Lennon pensait ça de Macca, même si de toute évidence ils n'étaient pas en très bon termes. Enfin moi j'adore (même en étant fan de McCartney par ailleurs) !

Pour Mick Jagger, j'avoue avoir eu l'idée de ce topic en écoutant "Under My Thumb"



Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around

It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb

Ain't it the truth babe?

Under my thumb
The squirmin' dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways

It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright

Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world

It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah

It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright

Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else

It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.

Say it's all...
Say it's all...

Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe.

You look like a real human being
But you don't have a mind of your own
Yeah, you can talk, you can breathe
You can work, you can stitch, you can sew
But you're brainwashed
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees
You've got a job and a house
And a wife, and your kids and a car
Yeah, you're conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And be happy to be where you are
Yes you are
Get down on your knees
Get down on your knees

The aristocrats and bureaucrats
Are dirty rats
For making you what you are
They're up there and you re down here
You're on the ground and they're up with the stars
All your life they've kicked you around and pushed you around
Till you can't take any more
To them you're just a speck of dirt
But you don't want to get up off the floor
Mister you're just brainwashed
They give you social security
Tax saving benefits that grow at maturity
Yeah, you're conditioned to be
What they want you to be
And to do what they want you to
Yes you are, yes you are
Get down on your knees

Ho putain, je l'avais complément oubliée celle-ci, ça poutre ultime comme dirait l'autre crétin du sud.