Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we're nine or ten. Together we climbed hills or trees. Learned of love and ABC's, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Pretty girls are everywhere. When you see them I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me, I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, wonder how I get along. Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Little children everywhere. When you see them I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, all have gone. Goodbye, Michelle, my little one. You gave me love and helped me find the sun. And every time that I was down you would always come around and get my feet back on the ground. Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die when all the bird are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. With the flowers ev'rywhere. I whish that we could both be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the stars we could reach were just starfishs on the beach ( moins )

Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you You have made me what I am and I am yours My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you Let me hold you in my arms forever more You have gone and made me such a fool I'm so lost in your love And oh, we belong together Won't you believe in my song? Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you You have come into my life and made me whole Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear In my eyes I see no one else but you There's no other love like our love And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me I've waited for you for so long Lady, your love's the only love I need And beside me is where I want you to be 'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know You're the love of my life, you're my lady! ( moins )

I get so scared inside, and I don't really understand Is it love that's on my mind, or is it fantasy Heaven Is in the palm of my hand, and it's waiting here for you What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain unchanged If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain the same... Sometimes It's hard to hold on So hard to hold on to my dreams It isn't always what is seems When you're face to face with me You're like a dagger And stick me in the heart And taste the blood from my blade And when we sleep, would you shelter me In your warm and darkened grave If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain unchanged If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain the same... Will you ever take me No, I just can't take the pain But would you ever trust me No, I'll never feel the same...Ohh... (solo) I know I've been so hard to you I know I've told you lies If I could have just one more wish I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain unchanged If I close my eyes forever Will it all remain the same... Close your eyes Close your eyes You gotta close you eyes for me ( moins )

Fall Out Boy - Im Like A Lawyer With The Way Im Always Trying To Get You Off ( moins )

" This song around the world features musicians who have seen and overcome conflict and hatred with love and perseverance. We dont need more trouble, what we need is love. The spirit of Bob Marley always lives on." ( moins )

Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavor it happens to be Like: "Killed by the husband" ... "Drowned by the ocean" ... "Shot by his own son" ... "She used a poison in his tea, Then (she) kissed him goodbye" That's my kind of story It's no fun til someone dies. Don't look me at like I am a monster Frown out your one face, but with the other (you) Stare like a junkie into the TV Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child, Watches him die, Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?" Cause I need to watch things die from a distance Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies You all need it too - don't lie. Why can't we just admit it? Why can't we just admit it? We won't give pause until the blood is flowin' Neither the brave nor bold Nor brightest of stories told We won't give pause until the blood is flowin' I need to watch things die from a good safe distance Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it? Blood like rain fallin' down Drum on grave and ground Part vampire, part warrior, Carnivore and voyeur Stare at the transmittal. Sing to the death rattle. La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4) Credulous at best Your desire to believe in Angels in the hearts of men. But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze And give a listen Shouldn't have to say it all again The universe is hostile So impersonal Devour to survive So it is, so it's always been ... We all feed on tragedy. It's like blood to a vampire. Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies Much better you than I. ( moins )

Dans la chronologie du concert cette chanson est chanté juste avant memorial adress. Teddy bear est une chanson autobiographique. Elle est dédié a son pére qui les a laissé elle est sa mére alors qu'elle etait toute petite. pour le moment les paroles sont en Anglais: You once said long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up, there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." You weren't always there for me, but we could laugh together at funny stories. But how can people regret mistakes that they keep making over and over again? I remember now... that night I thought I had buried. You once said, long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." I lay sleeping with my arms crossed around my chest, looking forward to the morning. When I woke up, I found by my pillow a teddy bear... in place of you. You once said, long ago while stroking my hair, "When you wake up there'll be a nice present waiting for you by your pillow." ( moins )

Remember when you were young? How the hero was never hung Always got away Remember how the man Used to leave you empty handed? Always, always let you down If you ever change your mind About leaving it all behind Remember, remember, today And don't feel sorry The way it's gone And don't you worry 'Bout what you've done Just remember when you were small How people seemed so tall Always had their way Do you remember your Ma and Pa Just wishing for movie stardom Always, always playing a part If you ever feel so sad And the whole world is driving you mad Remember, remember, today And don't feel sorry 'Bout the way it's gone And don't you worry 'Bout what you've done No, no, remember, remember The fifth of November ( moins )

We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this nation to seek the fulfillment of a promise of America. We were promised a better life in our home countries, where we were told that privatizing, war and electricity would make things run more efficiently. Instead, the quality remained almost the same and the price was increased until it became an unaffordable luxury. Some corporations are more efficient than government, but their motivation is not to help the well-being of the people; it's only about profit. Everything else - their image, their human resources, their public relations - only exist to protect the reality behind them. Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth by limiting competition, that our countries were nothing without the companies that invested in us, and so they privatized everything. Everything in our country was owned by people that had no connection to our culture, by those who never had our interest at heart. They didn't care about our survival or our well-being, they just wanted to turn a profit by raping the land, by exploiting our people, our industry, and our resources. They took everything we built and made it theirs, first by creating racism and justified slavery, building the capital for capitalism; and then, when they gave us what they called "liberty", everything we had was still owned by them. Our governments told us that socialism was the real enemy, and that we would have freedom, but the foreign cowards and corporations were the ones with the real freedom: the freedom to take all the wealth generated by our work and our land and give us only a small percentage of the scraps from the table. Their lust for power and their greed told them to betray not only us, but themselves and the word of their own god. And while some used missionaries and donations to offset this abuse, other countries and companies were blatant with their crimes, using war, disease, and sanctions that killed millions. They supported corrupt governments that were almost like the old slave masters in their oppression of the people, because their loyalty was to those that enabled them, installed them, and kept them in power. They became the bastard children of American industry: kleptocracies, governments of thievery. They protected the corporations and went to war against their own people to preserve those profits. The puppet rulers were given billions of US tax dollars to fund civil wars; right wing death squads execute political dissidents, sympathetic clergy, and even overthrow democratically elected governments. And so the age of revolution began again. They painted it as godless terrorists versus the free world and the free market, but the free market has never been free, because the market does not regulate itself. It is manipulated like a puppet, and it survives because of its image. Destroy the image and the enemy will die. Such as the same in the rap industry, for the major label superpowers treat the underground like the third world: when they need new assets, new artists to prostitute or side and put on the shelf to use their songs, when they needed new concepts, music and publishing to steal from producers, they came to the underground, to the third world. They took our culture, our property and our industry, and our resources, even using our own people to help them exploit us. But behind the mask of efficiency they claim we need to succeed, they're no better than us. Their economic advertisement was always a lie. A few got rich, but most were given an illusion of wealth, almost as if it was designed for failure; opportunity comes at the price of the soul and the music. So remember what they are underneath the fancy architecture, glittering rented jewelry, the cause, the IMF loans, the seeds with suicide jeans, twenty year contracts and oil blood money. Build your defenses, my independent brothers and sisters. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want. They paint the third world underground as savage and backward, but the superpowers are no less corrupt, they've just learned to disguise it better. Because they fix elections too; they embezzle tax money; they go to war for resources; they fund terrorism for their own benefit; and when there's enough at stake, history's taught us that they'll even assassinate their own presidents! Open your eyes before you die. ( moins )

Made in Pittsburgh within five days of the G20 summit by a team from Pittsburgh Indymedia, Twin Cities Indymedia, Chicago Indymedia, Glassbead Collective, and Mobile Broadcast News, a new documentary: “Democracy 101 (Rough Cut)”. Democracy 101 is a look at the policing and pattern of issues that arise during National Special Security Events. Made with footage from the recent repression of dissent in Pittsburgh, salvaged from the broken cameras, stolen video and arrested reporters, and independent journalists from around the country. If you want to see a REAL provocator agent look at the end of this movie, after the credits... It always make me laugh when so-called "truther" associate blac blocs with these undercover cops. You'll see what i mean once you see them... Btw, don't comfort yourself by thinking, "oh it's in the US, here we don't have a police state..." WRONG! Where were you at the last st-jean baptiste? I was in a park at Repentigny and the police demonstration of force was absolutly surreal... They are aclimating us, it's obvious for anyone who WANT to see what's going on.. ( moins )