Les chansons méchantes / méprisantes / vachardes

Passer de Bob Dylan à Patrick Sébastien ça fait mal quand même !

Une joyeuse et entrainante pour ce beau début de week-end :



When you first left me I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door, what cha do that for (what cha do that for)
When you first left me I didn't know what to say
I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

Whenever you see me you say that you want me back
And I tell you it don't mean jack, no it don't mean jack
I couldn't stop laughing, no I just couldn't help myself
See you messed up my mental health I was quite unwell

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala lalala

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

plus grossier que vraiment méchant, mais je n'ai pas d'autre idée pour le moment:



Apparemment c'est adressé aux rock critics ... tout en finesse:


Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you
make me hate you too
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck
you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery
And when you stare don't you think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game
Oh no
And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy
Yeah
I'll be writin' down your obituary
History


You got your bitches with
the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
Pain!!


And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said
That means you
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin,
What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more
pussy than you?
Fuck you
Suck my fuckin' dick


You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned
money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk


I don't like you, I just hate you
I gonna kick your ass, oh yeah! oh yeah!


You may not like our integrity yeah
We built a world out of anarchy oh yeah!


And in this corner weighin in at 850 pounds,
Guns N' Roses


Get in the ring
Yeah!


Yeah this song is dedicated to All the Guns n' fuckin' Roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the
Fucking shit
And to all those opposed...
Hmm...well

Dans le genre vachard, j'ai pensé à cette chanson pour ce topic en réécoutant "Back in black" ce matin lors de mon jogging.



She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down, down at ninety degrees
She's blowin' me crazy
Till my ammunition is dry
She's using her head
She's using her head again

I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone

She's no Mona Lisa
She's no Playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
She's using her head
She's using her head again
She's using her head
Using her head again

I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone

She got the power of union
She only hits when it's hot
And if she like what you're doing
She'll give you the lot, give it everything I got

I'm justa giving the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone, giving the dog a bone
Giving the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm justa givin' the dog a bone

Pour Get In The Ring, c'est directement adressé : il cite les noms des journaleux !

LIAR de MEGADETH !

Ah, je voulais la mettre, celle-là... c'était dédié à Warren Beatty, son infidélité chronique, et surtout ses idées politiques. Une pure réac' comme Carly Simon n'a pas pu supporté de se faire larguer par un bellâtre "de gauche"...
Mais bon, le morceau est excellent (et on reconnaît facilement le doublage de la voix par Jagger).

Morceau dont une partie des paroles sont reprises dans "Starfucker Inc." de Nine inch nails.



Reznor y insulte copieusement son ex comparse Marilyn Manson. Le côté intéressant c'est que le clip a été realisé par Manson (!) et qu'il y joue le rôle de la prostituée (re !). Enfin, Manson est venu on stage pour cette chanson sur quelques concerts de NiN (decidement !).

Bref de la vacherie et un peu d'auto dérision, ça fait pas de mal.

Ce qui restera pour moi le top de la chanson revencharde est "Death on Two Legs" de Queen qui est dédiée à leur ancien manager :

Parole :

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good

Traduction :

Tu suces mon sang comme une sangsue
Tu casses la loi et tu prêches
(Tu) pinces mon cerveau jusqu à qu'il souffre
Tu as pris tout mon argent
Et tu veux plus
Mal conseillé vieille mule mené avec tes porcs
Avec ta faible consience à tes copains
Qui sont des connards de première division
Mort sur mes deux jambes
Tu me fais pleurer dans mon coin
Mort sur mes deux jambes
Tu n'as jamais de coeur à toi
Joie de tueur sale type grande gueule petite frite
Tu n'es qu'un vieux garçon des quatre saisons
AS-tu trouvé un nouveau jouet pour me remplacer
Peux-tu me faire face ?
Mais maintenant tu peux me baiser le cul au revoir
(Tu) te sens bien es-tu satisfait ?
Tu as envie de te suicider ?
(Je pense que tu devrais)
Est-ce-que ta conscience est bonne ?
Ne te tourmentes tu pas la nuit ?
Sens tu que tu te sens bien ?

Tu parles comme un gros magnat du business
Tu n'es qu'une grosse mongolfière
Alors personne ne te donne de l'interêt
Tu n'es qu' un étudiant envahi
Laisse-moi te tanner ta peau
Un chien avec une maladie
Tu es le roi du mensonge
Mets ton argent dans ta gueule
Monsieur je sais tout
Etait-ce la nageoire de ton derrière
Parti du contrat ? (requin)
Mort sur mes deux jambes
Tu me fais pleurer dans mon coin
Mort sur mes deux jambes
Tu n'as jamais eu de coeur (n'as jamais) pour ton bien
(Depuis le début)
Fou tu devrais être dedans
Tu es un rat d'égoût en décomposition dans une fosse d'orgueil
(Tu) devrais être sans travail
Sur le champ te faire et sans effet
Tu me fais du bien, je me sens bien

Lien Youtube :

'F I send for my baby, and she don't come
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs1 sure can't help her none

And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do
And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do
Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
I got a 32-20, got to make the caps2 alright

Déjà publiée en page 3 ....

pour le reste, small fry, c'est plutôt menu fretin ;-)

There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
they don't really bother about the radiation leak

FUCK THE USA

They keep their secrets undercover
the rich don't bother about those that suffer
this ain't the land of milk and honey
cause all they want is money money money

FUCK THE USA

Nuclear bombs are fuck all new
you'd better start running when they drop on you
run into a shelter, play hide and seek
cause when you die your body reeks

FUCK THE USA

There really is nothing nice about USA
You go to the hospital you have to pay
The dollar is the language that they all speak
they don't really bother about the radiation leak

FUCK THE USA

l'bon dieu dans la merde
j'aime bien aussi "hexagone" de renaud