Vidéo du concert des Rolling Stones - Superbowl (2006) ( moins )

Vidéo du concert des Rolling Stones- Beast of burden ( moins )

premier hit single de Susan Boyle de son nouveau cd ( moins )

Honky Tonk Woman, la chanson des Rolling Stones - chanté par Fiomily. ( moins )

The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony ( moins )

Bleach encore :P . Cette fois-ci la 5e opening ;) ( moins )

Remix du titre de The Temptations par Redgees ( moins )

The last Shadow Puppets -(music-video) My mistakes were made for you As subtle as an earthquake I know, My mistakes were made for you. And in the back-room of a bad dream she came, And whisked me away, enthused And it's as solid as a rock, rolling down a hill The fact is that it probably will, hit something On the hazardous terrain And we're just following the flock, round and in-between Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were And we scrambled from the blame and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out. Innocence and arrogance intwined In the filthiest of minds She was spitting on her birthday, and now A face in the crowd, she's not I suspect that now forever, the shape, she came to escape Is forgot. And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything Around your guilty conscience she will wind And we're just following the flock, round and in-between Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were And we scrambled from the blame and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out, Around your guilty conscience she will wind. And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything, Innocence and arrogance intwined ( moins )

FRANCAIS: Regarder Dans Le Brouillard (The Fog Watch) était une poésie par l’oncle de Vic Sadot, George Reuter.Vic a adapté le poème à la musique en 1976. Le poèt regarde dans le brouillard et une vision du passé apparaît roulement. Il y a deux conducteurs de bestiaux dans un chariot dessiné par boeufs prenant leur moisson au marché. En jours avant les routes paves, ce voyage était une aventure annuaire que les fermiers ont attendu ardemment. Tandis qu'ils voyageaient sur les routes boueuses, ils parlent de ce qu'ils ont voulu pour acheter quand ils sont arrivés au marché à Dover, Delaware: " D'abord, j'achèterai le tissu pour ma bonne dame, Sadie, une bouteille de rhum pour mon bon voisin, Brady, farine pour des biscuits, du lard et des haricots, les graines pour cultiver les légumes verts dans mon jardin de printemps sur ma terre. " Un voyage qui a besoin de seulement quelques heures aujourd'hui a exigé un séjour durant la nuit à L'Auberge de Sirène (Mermaid Inn)et pour le retour du marché. ANGLAIS: The Fog Watch was a poem by Vic Sadot's Uncle George Reuter that Vic adapted to music. The poet looks into the fog and a vision of the past comes rolling through. There are two drovers in an oxen drawn wagon taking their harvest to market. In the days before paved roads this trek was an annual overnight adventure that the farmers looked forward to. As they trod over the muddy roads they talk about what they want to buy when they get to the market in Dover, Delaware. "First I'll buy cloth for my good lady Sadie, a bottle of rum for my good neighbor Brady, flour for bisuits, some bacon and beans, seed for growing spring garden greens on my land. " A trip that takes us a few hours today required an overnight stay at the Mermaid Tavern Inn on the way to and on the way back from the marketplace. ( moins )

Overhead the albatross Hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine. And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's. Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light. Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me. And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand The best I can. And no one called us to the land And no one crosses there alive. No one speaks and no one tries No one flies around the sun.... Almost everyday you fall Upon my waking eyes, Inviting and inciting me To rise. And through the window in the wall Come streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning. And no one sings me lullabyes And no one makes me close my eyes So I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky.... ( moins )