Happy new year! May your wishes be granted through this upcoming year.
La lune est bleue ce soir mes amis. Il est l'heure de prendre de bonnes résolutions et de mettre à profit cette nouvelle année qui commença sous une magnifique et rarissime éclipse lunaire (prochaine en 2028). Car une année qui débute ainsi ne peut être que spéciale et pleine de promesses, fussent-elles bonnes ou mauvaises.
Cruel, cruel moon Please don’t come out tonight ‘Cause when you do My Emily Lou And me are gonna have a fight
They say the full moon’s meant for lovers But you’re gonna break my heart ‘Cause when you shine That baby of mine Will turn into a werewolf And rip out my throat and kill me
Four weeks ago me and Emily Lou We were on a Northern England tour Late one night Against advice We went a’ walkin’ on the moors
She thought she saw a doggy Underneath the full moon’s light But when she tried to pet that doggy It gave her a nasty bite
Didn’t think too much about it ‘Till this morning when I read There was some kind of monster out last night And eighteen folks were dead
My baby slept there next to me With blood caked in her claws Tattered clothing, guts and entrails Clenched between her jaws
Cruel, cruel moon Please don’t come out tonight ‘Cause when you do My Emily Lou And me are gonna have a fight
They say the full moon’s meant for lovers But you’re gonna break my heart ‘Cause when you shine That baby of mine will Turn on me and rip my lungs out And julienne my liver
Every time you think you know someone That’s when they change again So Mr. Moon, can you help me out Of this doggone fix I’m in?
I locked my baby in the basement And reinforced the door But when she’s done lycanthropizing She’s gonna settle up the score
My finger’s on the trigger Of this gun full of silver bullets But Mr. Moon, I love my Emily Lou Too much to pull it
My daylight’s runnin’ out soon And this door won’t hold for long One last chance now, Mr. Moon Won’t you listen to my song?
Cruel, cruel moon Please don’t come out tonight ‘Cause when you do My Emily Lou And me are gonna have a fight
They say the full moon’s meant for lovers But you’re gonna break my heart ‘Cause when you shine That baby of mine Will painfully transform Just like that guy from An American Werewolf in London Then she’ll tear my eyeballs from their sockets Then I won’t see my baby anymore
Monsieur Julien Doré dans son dernier clip "Les bords de mer". Je trouve ça bien qu'il ne se prenne pas trop au serieux, ça a un coté attachant. Le voila donc en sirene échoué sur le rivage. Un clip doux/amer ("les bords de mer... me désespèrent... sans ta tronche" lol) tout en poésie (surtout le passage de la ballade à dos de cheval, on a pu ressentir toute l'intensité du moment) composé de vraies mouettes, de vrai sable, d'un vrai cheval, d'une vraie eau recouverte de vrai savon moussant, et d'un bonhomme à moitié nu.
Bien sympathique donc. :3
...Je le tremperais bien dans mon café, celui-là...
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Acacia Louvegrise
Female werewolf from the Brass Forest, Eastern Continent.