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« Le défaut des ruines est d'avoir des habitants. »

— Roland Giguère

d'un courriel que j'ai recu...

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And saving the best for last, as explained by Cliff Clavin,of Cheers. One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm.

Here's how it went:

"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

Quand les temps sont durs
On se dit : "Pire que notre histoire n'existe pas"
Et quand l'hiver perdure
On se dit simplement que la chaleur nous reviendra
Et c'est facile comme ça
Jour après jour
On voit combien tout est éphèmere

Ces de Corneille de la chanson: Parce qu'on vien de loin

marieasdwew a écrit:

Quand les temps sont durs
On se dit : "Pire que notre histoire n'existe pas"
Et quand l'hiver perdure
On se dit simplement que la chaleur nous reviendra
Et c'est facile comme ça
Jour après jour
On voit combien tout est éphèmere

Ces de Corneille de la chanson: Parce qu'on vien de loin

je trouve sa beau

clau a écrit:

marieasdwew a écrit:

Quand les temps sont durs
On se dit : "Pire que notre histoire n'existe pas"
Et quand l'hiver perdure
On se dit simplement que la chaleur nous reviendra
Et c'est facile comme ça
Jour après jour
On voit combien tout est éphèmere

Ces de Corneille de la chanson: Parce qu'on vien de loin

je trouve sa beau

Je trouve sa beau aussi.

Ceci est un petit texte qu'on retrouve a l'intérieur du coffret du disque "Set Yourself on Fire" du groupe indie Torontois "Stars".

"Ladies and gentlemen, set yourself on fire!

Why? You can’t remember why.

Because my mother is gone and your father is dead, and all the bad guys can’t wait to chop us into pieces and turn us into oil.

You may have heard the rumours that we were dead, that they’d captured us and were prepared to throw away the key but it was all lies. We come to you tonight from a jail cell in Jersey, which we shared with Bruce Spingsteens’s deaf half brother and a sycophantic whore.

Your guessing, your world all sweaty ties and no more autographs please… keeping your manners together.

The golden piece waiting. Inside, the tide keeps rising, rolling out a hundred or so horse corpses; the sad, curious lament of the French horn moving in your organs like some lingering opium promise.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we know what it means to have your gods already dead in the wet mouths of republican swine.

Because you held me with those famous tangerine hands. Because everyone I love is a thief. Because we were born in unbelieving, both you & I.

We’ll not live like this. They will try to bury us with false manifestoes, inscribe us in wars against false enemies but we’ll sing songs about dying from loving the wrong cowboy and gospel; our bodies will burn in effigies of promise. I swear."

Ibi Kaslik, August 2004.