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Bonjour,

c'est peut-être du réchauffé (dans ce cas désolé), mais je viens de découvrir :


"I was down in Southern Watch flying my F-16
When lead called for the picture and AWACS came back "clean"
I saw a contact on my scope and it was running hot
Although I wasn't targeted I went ahead and shot
Now I never even noticed that my nose was pointed east
And that Iranian fighter pilot was surprised to say the least
I tried to take it back but by then it was too late
And a million angry Arabs started heading for Kuwait

Chorus
So here's to you fighter pilots, victors of the war
That got us all this real estate that's backed up to the shore
Now oil's a buck a barrel and it's all because of me
'Cause I'm the mother****er who started World War III"


Je vous laisse découvrir la suite et le reste


http://dosgringosrocks.com/home.html

C'est peut-être un peu du réchauffé, on a déjà parlé de ce groupe ici et dans la section Falcon 4.0, mais c'est toujours chouette d'en reparler pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas encore.

L'autre jour j'ai trouvé ça aux Galleries Lafayettes :



Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Say's Willie's done quite a job
Hitler's on the phone from Berlin
Say's I'm gonna make you a star

My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve, they'll all be here
I think you know the job

They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
But there's no reward for failure, but death
So watch me in the mirrors, keep in the glidepath

Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail
Not when great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no not now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe

They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

Me-262 prince of turbojet, Junker's jommo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flow, for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia, in april of T45

They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Junker.s jommo 004 (repeat many times)
Bombers at 12 o'clock high

Sympa ce dessin de 262, si tu es ok, je serais assez intéressé pour un scan plus balaise pour voir à quoi cela ressemble.

Well you knew the ****ing French would have to get into the mess
American audacity it had to be addressed
So they sent their fighters to the sky but it was all in vain
As they sought asylum in the American commonwealth of Spain
So the English crossed the channel and it was a sight to see
When the queen dropped down her trouser and she shit on Normandy
And if you think we were happy when we drank all of their wine
You should have seen the Polacks when they got to cross the Rhine

C'est du second degrè ou de l'humour que ne ne comprends pas ?

Blue Oyster Cult, Me 262, ma jeunesse

Second degré, ça contient tous les clichés sur les chasseurs à travers le monde. Ce qui est pas mal c'est qu'on a les mêmes clichés que ce soit aux us ou en France ou en Espagne, à peu de choses près.

Après faut pas oublier pourquoi ils ont enregistré ces chansons!
Dos Gringos rocks!