Les morceaux les plus sexuellement explicites!

Alors? C'est à qui trouvera la chanson ou il y a le plus de cul? Tres fin comme topic ...

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The Heads: "No more lonely nights":
M. Anneteg/The Heads


Two love stories

She installed a video camera over her bed in the bedroom.
No more lonely nights. In a film she once saw, a girl was
fucked by a dog. So she went to the pet store - but felt
stupid - and came home with a goldfish in a plastic bag.
The fish's name is `SuperMan`. He would circle the bowl
world in five minutes.

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

This is two love stories

She goes to bed with a lipstick and a box of chocolate.
She read in a book once that chocolate was good both
in you and on you for sexual pleasure. SuperMan
watches glossy-eyed, camera staring mute, blinking
encouragingly down at the big bed where she has fallen
asleep, fingers smeared with 'Kissing Red' and melted
chocolate - SuperMan and the remote control still in a
cramped grip.

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

Two love stories

For your birthday I'll give you scissors - shining, silver,
sharp! - to cut me open and step right in. You know I am
hot enough to keep you warm when winter comes. Oh, it
would suit you good, it would do you good. You can do
it, you've done it before! Take my milky white and make
yourself a coat. Cut me open and step right in. I'm sick of
being without you. Believe me, the pain means nothing.

No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights

Two love stories

Infected by your tongue when kissing, the I.V. love shock
that took me for a ride never ending. I guess I should have
known that needle'd been around. The disease of loving
you spread fast through the blood. I lost everything I had
for you. I lost everything I was for you. I used to have a
language. I used to have a name. I used to have a name

No more lonely nights... Now I have yours
No more lonely nights... Snakebite
No more lonely nights... Stabbing
No more lonely nights... Sex
I wanted to tell two love stories
One would be the story
The other
Would be the story
About love.

Ben et le "Déshabillez-moi "

les sucettes de gainsbourg

Tu devrais ecouter Yelle toi, ca te plairait!

Tu es le 2è à ma le suggérer, je sens que je vais jeter une oreille sur cette charmante demoiselle ....

Ouais , un point pour l'idée mais l'etalage des textes n'a aucun interet!

Sinon jamais entendu parler de Elmer food beat et leur "Daniela","le plastique c'est fantastique" ..etc?
Pat Benatar quand à elle chante "hit me with your best shot" au monde entier....je ne traduis pas n'est-ce pas?

le groupe Gronibard a sa place ici

un petit extrait plein de volupté: " Va faire la vaisselle sale morue, ou t'auras ma bite dans ton cul !!! *

La vaiselle ou le cul
Bah il y a le lave=vaiselle

Bon je

Ce qui me conforte dans l'idée que ce le succès de ce genre d'abrutis restera toujours confidentiel

pas compris ton post...

Le truc c'est que le succes n'interesse pas Gronibard, ces mecs ont un tel recul par rapport à leur propre musique...
Mais beaucoup de gens comprennent pas ça...En tout cas, dans leur style ca reste une référence avec un super son!

Ca leur évite de cruelles déceptions évidemment ...

Bah c'est un groupe de déconneurs. C'est comme Patrick Sébastien, ils font des chansons à la con et ils l'assument, ils ne cherchent pas à révolutionner la musique et à devenir les nouveaux Led Zep ou Pink Floyd.

Mais même pour la déconne faut du talent . Ca suffit pas de dire bite/cul/chatte ... (ou alors faut s'appeler le Professeur Choron). C'est l'excuse habituelle des nuls ça, "c'est pour déconner" .

"Crawling King Snake]" du grand John Lee Hooker (1949, les rappeurs peuvent aller se rhabiller)

Crawling King Snake

Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake
And I rule my den
I'm the Crawlin' King Snake
And I rule my den
Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate
Gonna use her for myself

Caught me crawlin', baby, window
Grass is very high
Keep on crawlin' till the day I die
Crawlin' King Snake
And I rule my den
You better give me what I want
Gonna crawl no more

Caught me crawlin', baby
Crawlin' 'round your door
Seein' everything I want
I'm gonna crawl on your floor
Let's crawl
And I rule my den
C'mon, give me what I want
Ain't gonna crawl no more

Alright, crawl a while

C'mon crawl
C'mon crawl
Get on out there on your hands and knees, baby
Crawl all over me
Just like the spider on the wall
Ooo, we gonn' crawl, one more

Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake
And I rule my den
Call me the Crawlin' King Snake
And I rule my den
Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate
Gonna use her for myself

A l'opposé "My starter won't start this morning" (je la connais par Lightnin Hopkins/album "poppy Lighntin')


MY STARTER WON'T WORK (J. West)


My starter won't start this mornin'
And I'm about to lose my mind
My starter won't start this mornin'
And I'm about to lose my mind
I wanna go and see my little baby
But my machine is all outa time

I got water in my gas tank
and my battery's all run down
I got water in my gas tank
and my battery's all run down
If I don't see my little baby
I'm gonn' leave this lonesome town

Well blow your harmonica son...
(Lazy Lester's solo)

My starter won't start this mornin'
And my car won't do a thing
My starter won't start this mornin'
No my car won't do a thing
I must begot some kind of bad disconnection
Somewhere in my piston ring

J'allais oublier "Good morning little schoolgirl" (nanan je ne suis pas pédophile)

Good Morning Little Schoolgirl

Sonny Boy Williamson

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Tell your moma and your papa, I'm a little schoolboy too
Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Don't you hear me crying

I'm gonna leave you baby about the break of day
On account of the way you treat me, I got to stay away
Come on now pretty baby, I told you to come on home (note 1)
You know I love you baby, I gotta get you all alone
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Can't you hear me crying

I'm gonna buy me an airplane, fly all over your town
Tell everybody baby, Lord know you're fine (note 2)
Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Can't you hear me crying

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you
Tell your moma and your papa, I'm a schoolboy too
I'm a schoolboy too
Hey, I'm a schoolboy too
I want to be your chauffeur
I want to ride your little machine (note 3)
I want to be your chauffeur
I want to ride with your little machine
I want to put a tiger, baby
I want to put a tiger, baby
I want to put a tiger, baby
Hey in your sweet little tank
Hey baby now, yes I do
Huh, oh yes I do now
Hey, I gotta
Hey, I gotta come on home with you
Tell your mother
Baby, tell your papa
Tell your mom and your papa
Hey, I'm a schoolboy too
Hey, hey, I'm a schoolboy too
Huh, huh, I'm a schoolboy too
Huh, I wanna take your company
Hey, I wanna be your company