Voici la bande-annonce de mon film favori de tout les temps. BACK TO THE FUTURE ( moins )

From ''Natural Born Killer'' Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant. You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I was the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's RIDING crop Get ready for the future: it is murder. Things are going to slide ... There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and a white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin'. Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder. Things are going to slide ... When they said REPENT REPENT ... ( moins )

The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such This revolution baby Proves who you work for lately Release the castaways who run amok From self appointed winds which blow and such When present tense gets strangled in the mire Made of our cozy decomposing wires Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls start burning When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Learning It's alright The things we laid do not amount to much Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs When present tense gets strangled in the woes Made of our future foe scenarios This revolution baby Proves who you work for maybe... Who do you work for baby And does it work for you lately But when the night is over and the walls keep linking When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from Thinking Our minds keep thinking It's alright That's when it turned on me A motorcade of 'meant to be's' Parades of beauty queens Where soft entwines make kindling These many detailed things Like broken nails and plastic rings Will win by keeping me From speaking to my new darling And there's no way to know Our future foe scenarios That's when it turned on me Where bobby pins hold angel wings It's alright ( moins )

Le film Le retour vers le future et la musique du film Star Wars ( moins )

GMREB TV - Who Are Future Buyers and Sellers? ( moins )

Mary J Blige - We Ride - I See The Future ( moins )

Prisonplanet.tv Featuring Jordan Maxwell ( moins )

must see ( moins )

Vraiment drôle! Un petit kids qui se prend pour un futur membre de system of a down! ( moins )

Inspiring, shining, rising And when you're in my way I'm not dividing me from you cause we're working together Perfect in its splendor like the currents of the weather The splinter in my center hindering all of my pleasure Is me manifested as you in this endeavor Once responsibility is taken I can render Experience to be however I want to remember Time and time again we fall in to the depths of who we are But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find Put yourself through the scariest of scenarios Enter experiences you normally wouldn't dare to go It's all for the character and the aroogant afterglow Of knowing it's appearance according to your patterns of growth And what your parents handed down to you to handle Make sure you carry torches when they're puttin out your candles Prediction can be unkind but unwind them still Don't erase the part of you that's responsible for your will Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are But you cant keep running away from what youre tryning to find Well I've seen you and those things you do And the way you hide that shadow can't be good for you Your dark defines your light There's some utterly damaged particles to deal with And if I stutter I'm sorry but it's hard to feel swift When stuck in my stomach is a cannon ball anchor to life I've been pushing it down pretending it doesn't exist Well this is what happens when you're pissed about being pissed You dig yourself so deep you resist just to resist And there's no way to get back experiences that you missed So start right now today and risk furiousness for bliss Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are But you can't keep running away from what you're trying to find Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are But you cant keep running away from what youre trying to find Time and time again we fall into the depths of who we are(2x) But you cant keep running away from what youre tryning to find(2x) ( moins )