Les chansons méchantes / méprisantes / vachardes

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

Une que j'adore vraiment, frontale, au fort contraste entre paroles et musique. Jusqu'au couperet final.

Margaret on the guillotine

Pas une seule mention d'Elvis Costello?

"It nearly took a miracle to get you to stay/it only took my little fingers to blow you away", et encore c'est tout ce qui me passe par la tête).

Sinon, c'est facile de s'attaquer aux êtres humains (quoique la chanson anti-petits de la page précédente soit acceptable dans le genre), mais David Byrne, lui, a les cojones de s'attaquer aux vrais coupables : les animaux.

"I'm mad...And that's a fact
I found out...Animals don't help
Animals think...They're pretty smart
Shit on the ground...See in the dark."
Animals

Mais de toute façon, ses semblables ne l'intéressent pas.

"What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
It's...not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for
You walk, you talk...You still function like you used to
It's not a question...Of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good"
No Compassion

Je crois que la phrase en gras sera gravée en lettres d'or à l'entrée de mon cabinet si je vis assez vieux pour ça.

Ca fait aussi partie du caractère de Lennon: il pouvait parfaitement être mesquin et inujuste à ses heures. Quant à la chanson, il a reconnu par après que c'était un coup de sang (à mon avis largement téléguidé par Yoko) tout à fait injuste - Macca et lui étaient d'ailleurs en excellents termes au moment de la mort de John.

Tiens, à propos des Kinks ...



'Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.
And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'Cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When Pater passes on.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the Regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'Cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

Slash et Ozzy, où Ozzy a écrit des paroles en pensant à la relation axl / slash : CRUCIFY THE DEAD :

The fire started long ago
The flames burned out, still embers glow
So charred and black
There’s nothing left to burn, to burn


We had the same dream
Lived life to extreme
A loaded gun jammed by a rose

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot crucify the dead
To me you’re dead, yeah

The future is unset in stone
Decisions past leave you alone
Betrayed us all with your own selfish greed, your greed, yeah

New soldiers now say
That your beggars collect
Re-crucified and paid by you

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot crucify the dead
To me you’re dead, yeah

We were like brothers with the world in our hands
You always have too much to say
Someday you look back and you wonder why
You let it all slip away, yeah

Crucify the dead
Crucify the dead

The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot crucify the dead
To me you’re dead, yeah

La mythique chanson d'ACDC bien sur !!!




Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
Ah, come to lovin'
Ooh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all!

Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you

Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do

Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone

But you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman

Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long

Only wanna turn
Only wanna turn me on

All through the night time
And right around the clock
Whooh! To my surprise, Rosie never stops
You are a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta woman
Ohh yeah

Pagny me fait penser à une chose :




Et puisque je l'écoutais juste avant, il a l'air bien remonté le Corey là-dessus :



Since you never gave a damn in the first place,
Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty...

...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME
Steppin' where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll
You were dead from the git-go!
Big mouthfucker, stupid cocksucker
And if you're scared of me now, then you're dumber than I thought
Always is, and never was
Foundation made of piss and vinegar
Step to me, I'll smear ya
Think I fear ya? Bullshit!
Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit
Is there any way to break through the noise?
Was it something that I said that got you bent?
Gotta be that way if you want it
Sanity, literal profanity hit me!


"Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out" (x2)

Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumor fodder
Keepin' all your little spies and leaving when you realize
Step up, fairy
I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome
Straight to the dome
You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter
And if you know what's good, just shut up and beg, brother
Backstab - don't you know who you're dissin'?
Side swipe,we know the Ass that your kissin'
Bigity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway hauser
Don't hear shit cuz It keeps gettin' louder
Come on, and get a face full 'o tactic
Lipping off hard, going home in a basket
You got no pull, no power, no nothin
Now you start shit?
Well, ain't that something?
Payoffs don't protect, and you can hide if you want
But I'll find you, comin' up behind you!

Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out (x2)

'Bout time I set this record straight
All the needlenose punchin' is making me irate
Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
Where you gonna be in the next five years?
The crew and all the fools, and all the politix
Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
You got dick when they passed out that good stuff
BAM!
Are you sick of me?
Good enough, had enough!

"Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!" (x7)
"Fuck me! I'm all out of enemas!"

"Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out" (x2)

"Spit!" (x4)
Spit... it out!


Sinon, toujours dans le genre metal j'ai toujours trouvé que Rob Flynn faisait bien passer le texte de Violate.



i want you to know this
i want you to know just what i feel
you told me through sacred lies
i told you once with bloodshot eyes
you told me don't ask
just stay away from me
you told me it'd be alright
i told you once, then told you twice
you can't face
can't you face me

[chorus:]
i won't pray for you
i can't pray for you
because you took it away
because you took it from me

[first verse]
[chorus]

thought i could never ever fuckin' find another
get a muthafuckin' chance again
because the power is the rage that can devour
gotta make that fear descend

without it, you ain't shit
and you ain't shit to me
berating, a scathing
grave indignity
i see the look inside your eyes
it makes me sick
defiling innocence
is how you get your kicks
you violate, and then you think yourself a man
you violate, and then you call yourself a man
don't come my way
don't care what you say
pray you fuckin' die
before you feel my...

rage...

The Doors - We could be so good together


We could be so good together
Ya, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, I know we could

Tell you lies
I tell you wicked lies
Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies

Tell you 'bout the world that we'll invent
Wanton world without lament
Enterprise, expedition
Invitation and invention

Ya, so good together
Ah, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

Alright!

Do da do do do do do bup bup de day

We could be so good together
Ya, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies
Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies

The time you wait subtracts the joy
Beheads the angels you destroy
Angels fight, angels cry
Angels dance and angels die

Ya, so good together
Ah, but so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

celle-ci également, même si la fin est en happy end

Doors - I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind

I can't see your face in my mind
I can't see your face in my mind
Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind

Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
And don't look at me
With your eyes

I can't seem to find the right lie
I can't seem to find the right lie
Insanity's horse
Adorns the sky
Can't seem to find the right lie

Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind

Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
I won't need your picture
Until we say goodbye

très amusant comme topic
Mais est-ce que vous pourriez donner l'explication, quand vous la connaissez ? Parfois on ne comprend pas forcément le sens du morceau sans ça.

En voici une petite, de Pink Floyd à l'époque où Roger Waters avait quitté le groupe et où Gilmour menait la barque. Paroles donc de Gilmour adressées à Waters.



"Poles Apart"

Did you know...it was all going to go so wrong for you
And did you see it was all going to be so right for me
Why did we tell you then
You were always the golden boy then
And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes

Hey you...did you ever realize what you'd become
And did you see that it wasn't only me you were running from
Did you know all the time but it never bothered you anyway
Leading the blind while I stared out the steel in your eyes

The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty
I thought of you and the years and all the sadness fell away from me
And did you know...
I never thought that you'd lose the light in your eyes

simplement pour les doors, la première traite de l'hypocrisie du fait d'être en couple, parfois. la deuxième, que l'on est vite oublié de l'être aimé, même pour des broutilles. et c'est dit très directement, dans les deux cas.

Gainsbourg était quand même très fort dans le genre :

Sauf que cette chanson est une reprise d'un vieux morceau de 1930, You rascal you.

You sure is a rascal!

I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
When you dead in your grave,
No more women will you crave.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

I trust you in my home, you rascal, you.
I trust you in my home, you rascal, you.
I trust you in my home,
You wouldn't leave my wife alone.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you.
I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you.
I fed you since last fall,
Then you got your ashes hauled.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you.
You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you.
You asked my wife to wash your clothes
And something else I suppose.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you.
You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you.
You know you done me wrong,
You done stole my wife and gone.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife for a meal,
And something else you tried to steal.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

Please don't me find you, rascal, you.
Please don't let me find you, rascal, you!
Please don't let me find you
'Cause you'll leave this world behind you.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you.
Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you.
Ain't no use to run,
I done bought a Gatling gun,
And you still having your fun, you rascal, you!

I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you!
I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you!
I'm gonna kill you just for fun;
The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you!
You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you!
You done messed with my wife,
And I'm gonna take your life.
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!

J'avais eu l'idée à un moment de créer un topic sur les plus belles chansons misogynes.
Bon... Gainsbourg, c'est plutot celle là qui est carrément pas zentil (la fille avec qui il était à entendue la chanson et s'est tirée dans la foulée).



Je passe sur l'Hippopodame , En relisant ta lettre, etc, etc.



Sinon, cet élégant pamphlet à l'égard des micropénis est resté tout de même plusieurs semaines en tête des ventes dans notre beau pays ainsi que chez nos voisins.

Celle d'anal cunt qui a failli les faire virer de leur label :







Après pour ce groupe difficile d'en choisir une vu que toutes leurs chansons sont méchantes, méprisantes et vachardes, je retiendrai donc celle-ci :



Sur la baston entre Seth Putnam et Chris Barnes de Cannibal Corpse, avec le refrain qui parodie a skull full of maggots

You hid on your bus
You were afraid of us
You wouldnt fight me 'cause youre gay
You had your roadies save the day

[Chorus:]
Chris Barnes is a faggot youre fucking gay
Chris Barnes is a faggot youre a fucking faggot
Chris Barnes is a faggot your breath smells like cum
Chris Barnes is a faggot you like dicks up your ass

Youre a fucking midget, so you can blow guys without kneeling
You and Allen West met at a gay bar and wanted to start a band
You got kicked out of Cannibal Corpse because you suck
You started Six Feet Under and they suck too

[Chorus]

Ill fight you anytime you fag
But youll have your roadies fight for you
If youre so brutal, why wont you fight me by yourself?
You fucking cum guzzling faggot homo pussy

Dans un registre moins sauvage, je trouve cette chanson de Negative Approach assez haineuse :



people try to tell me what they think is right for me
think there's some value to what they got to say
but i won't listen to them
idon't need their advice
i wouldn't ever have it any other fucking way

can't tell no one what to do [x4]

rules are made for idiots people that can't think
i'm treated like i don't have a mind of my own
stupid fucking idiots with stupid fucking ideals
when will they ever fucking leave me alone