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de **Aldawac** » 20/03/2023 11:27

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zut pourquoi ca marche pas svp ?
qu'est ce que je fais mal ?

de **crepp** » 20/03/2023 13:14

Aldawac a écrit:zut pourquoi ca marche pas svp ?
qu'est ce que je fais mal ?

Il ne faut pas prendre tout le lien, juste les lettres et chiffres après le /

de **Aldawac** » 20/03/2023 18:17

ah ok merci

de **fanche** » 20/03/2023 21:16

de **The Got** » 21/03/2023 18:52

fanche a écrit:magnifique les gens

moi je

Excellent. Je connaissais le morceau mais pas le nom du groupe. :ok:

Tout autre style :

Excellent trio qui envoi bien en concert. Vu deux fois l'année dernière et jamais déçu !! :bravo:

de **superscream** » 21/03/2023 22:51

de **superscream** » 21/03/2023 23:06

de **Choci Loni** » 05/04/2023 19:27

2023 Saint-Nazaire

de **superscream** » 06/04/2023 21:24

de **euh... si vous le dites** » 08/04/2023 15:24

Tous les 8 avril depuis 10 ans, je me mets ce morceau.

The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north
There's road blocks on the Meden bridge
There's click, click clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our homes
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984

Her father crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war
She frowns down at the soup kitchen - she doesn't have a father anymore
It's cold in the early mornings, standing with your mates
Staring at the thick blue line armed and ready at the gates
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984

The servants of our great nation
Have lied in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and order
Are busy breaking every law
There's hundreds on trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the streets
The future of our villages
Sown with bitter seeds
And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

Nobody wanted to see the blood
As the blue lights flash through in the night
But all the words fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration bites
Two nations under one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

Commentaire du gars qui a posté la vidéo il y a 13 ans :
"It was a catalyst for the systematic destruction of the working class. The strength and support of the strike shook the establishment to it's core and they took everything we had to teach us a lesson - Our nationalised industries, our education system, our health service, our housing, our livelihoods were all wrecked. She took everything we had. I will dance on her grave when she dies."

Rot in hell, bitch.