Artiste: Arseniq33
Chanson: Jouer Lâsskoul Kachvaa!

J'm'en vas te planter un gros couteau dans l'dos
J'm'en vas te planter un gros couteau
T'as voté pour moi, j'te serre la main, c'é beau
Astheure ferme ta gueule pis fais l'idiot
T'as rien qu'à être d'accord moi j'mets du vin dins pots
Si t'as à penser, pense comme y faut
J'men vas t'arranger ça moi les programmes sociaux
Jouer avec les chiffres c'é mon boulot
Rhaaaaaaaa!!!

Dansez bande de caves, pendant que j'vous vole
Dansez bande de caves
Dansez bande de caves, pendant que j'vous vole
Dansez bande de caves

J'm'en vas te planter un gros couteau dans l'dos
J'm'en vas te planter un gros couteau
J'm'en vas te laver, j'vas te laver comme y faut
J'm'en vas la privatiser ton eau
On va faire du cash avec les casinos
Pis tous s'qu'on a coupé dins hôpitaux
Pass qui faut du cash pour engraisser les gros
Du cash pour aiguiser les couteaux

Vers les docks, où le poids et l'ennui
Me courbent le dos
Ils arrivent, le ventre alourdi de fruits,
Les bateaux

Ils viennent du bout du monde
Apportant avec eux des idées vagabondes
Aux reflets de ciel bleu, de mirages
Traînant un parfum poivré
De pays inconnus
Et d'éternels étés,
Où l'on vit presque nu,
Sur les plages

Moi qui n'ai connu, toute ma vie,
Que le ciel du nord
J'aimerais débarbouiller ce gris
En virant de bord

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Dans les bars, à la tombée du jour,
Avec les marins
Quand on parle de filles et d'amour,
Un verre à la main

Je perds la notion des choses
Et soudain ma pensée m'enlève et me dépose
Un merveilleux été, sur la grève
Où je vois, tendant les bras,
L'amour qui, comme un fou, court au devant de moi
Et je me pends au cou de mon rêve

Quand les bars ferment, et que les marins
Rejoignent leurs bords
Moi je rêve encore jusqu'au matin,
Debout sur le port

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Un beau jour, sur un raffiot craquant
De la coque au pont
Pour partir, je travaillerai dans
La soute à charbon

Prenant la route qui mène
A mes rêves d'enfant, sur des îles lointaines,
Où rien n'est important que de vivre
Où les filles alanguies
Vous ravissent le coeur en tressant, m'a-t-on dit
De ces colliers de fleurs qui enivrent

Je fuirai, laissant là mon passé,
Sans aucun remords
Sans bagage et le coeur libéré,
En chantant très fort

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil

I'm learning. I'm yearning.
I'm burning all your stuff,
But that's not enough.
I'm faking that I'm aching:
Mistaking lust for love.

Thanks that was fun.
Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one)

Did I scare you when I dared you?
I stared you in the eye and told you good-bye.
You mocked me. It shocked me,
When you walked me to the bus.

Thanks that was fun.
Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one)
Made a deal, not to feel (God, that's dumb)

Everybody knows the deal fell through.
I was hoping I could just blame you.
When was it that I became so soft?

This sentimentality doesn't look good on me.
I thought that you would be begging to be with me.
I'm the one on my knees, blubbering,
"Please, let me stay".

Deflated and jaded. I hate it when you call
(which isn't at all)
I've spoken, though broken.
Here's a token of my love.

Thanks that was fun.
Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one)
Made a deal, not to feel (God, that was dumb)
Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one)
Made a deal, not to feel.
Thanks that was fun.

A is for Apple
B is for Baloons
C is for Crayons
D is for Drums

Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell.

One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew
Not really realizin' the prize that's been begot to her
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
I liked me so much I had to buy the company
Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
I'm hard to come by like a straight guy workin' at Starbucks
Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized
Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized
Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head
Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead
I am the Angel Of Def with my rhymes against humanity
Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope

Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son of Iggy? False bigger nose than Ziggy? True
Yes my name is Jimmy Pop no my pop's name is Dick
Don't admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic
Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes
Don't want the whole story? Should have bought the Cliff Notes
Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class
One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriend's ass
Written on written off scoff callin' me a joke
I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do Enjoy Coke!
I struck gold but never took it for granite that's how I planned it so can it
Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope

One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope

Great White Dope

Chaos (derived from the Greek Χάος, Chaos) typically refers to unpredictability, and is the antithetical concept of cosmos. The word χάος did not mean "disorder" in classical-period ancient Greece. It meant "the primal emptiness, space" (see Chaos (mythology)). Chaos is derived from the Proto-Indo-European root ghn or ghen meaning "gape, be wide open": compare "chasm" (from Greek χάσμα), and Anglo-Saxon gānian ("yawn"), geanian, ginian ("gape wide"); see also Old Norse Ginnungagap. Due to people misunderstanding early Christian uses of the word, the meaning of the word changed to "disorder". (The Ancient Greek for "disorder" is ταραχή.).

Chaos is the complexity of causality or the relationship between events. This means that any insignificant event in the universe has the potential to trigger a chain reaction that will change the whole system. A well known saying in connection with this issue is "A butterfly flapping its wings in one part of the world can cause a tornado on the other side of the earth." This is also known as the "butterfly effect"

Mathematically, chaos means an aperiodic deterministic behavior which is very sensitive to its initial conditions, i.e., infinitesimal perturbations of boundary conditions for a chaotic dynamic system originate finite variations of the orbit in the phase space.

n Greek mythology, Chaos or Khaos is the primordial state of existence from which the first gods appeared. In other words, it is the dark void of space. It is made from a mixture of what the Ancient Greeks considered the four elements: earth, air, water and fire. For example, when a log is burned, the flames were attributed to the fire in it, the smoke the air in it, the water and grease that come from it were supposed to be the water, and the ashes left over were the earth. In Greek it is Χάος, which is usually pronounced similarly to "house" (Koiné) or "cows" (Attic), but correctly in ancient Greek as ['k^ha.ɔs]; it means "gaping void", from the verb χαίνω "gape, be wide open, etc", Proto-Indo-European *"ghen-", *"ghn-"; compare English "chasm" and "yawn", Old English geanian = "to gape".

Ovid, in his Metamorphoses, described Chaos as "rather a crude and indigested mass, a lifeless lump, unfashioned and unframed, of jarring seeds and justly Chaos named". From that, its meaning evolved into the modern familiar "complete disorder".

Chaos features three main characteristics:

• it is a bottomless gulf where anything falls endlessly. This radically contrasts with the Earth that emerges from it to offer a stable ground.
• it is a place without any possible orientation, where anything falls in every direction;
• it is a space that separates, that divides: after the Earth and the Sky parted, Chaos remains between both of them.

According to Hesiod's Theogonia (The origin of the Gods), Chaos was the nothingness out of which the first objects of existence appeared. These first beings, described as children of Chaos alone, were Gaia (the Earth), Tartarus (the Underworld), Nyx (the darkness of the night), Erebus (the darkness of the Underworld), and Eros (sexual love). From these beings and the first generation of beings created by them, Hesiod establishes the deities related to each element known to early Greeks, beginning with the primordial elements: the Earth, the starry Sky (Ouranos), and the Sea (Pontus)

In Ancient Greek cosmology, Chaos was the first thing to exist and the womb from which everything emerged. For Hesiod and the Olympian mythos, Chaos was the 'vast and dark' void from which the first deity, Gaia, emerged. In the Pelasgian creation myth, Eurynome ('goddess of everything') emerged from this Chaos and created the Cosmos from it^{[citation needed]}. For Orphics, it was called the 'Womb of Darkness' from which the Cosmic Egg that contained the Universe emerged. It is sometimes conflated with 'Black Winged Night'.

The idea is also found in Mesopotamia and associated with Tiamat the 'Dragon' of Chaos, from whose dismembered body the world was formed.

Genesis refers to the earliest conditions of the Earth as "without form and void," a state similar to chaos.[1]

Primal Chaos was sometimes said to be the true foundation of reality, particularly by philosophers such as Heraclitus and those trained in Orphic schools. It was the opposite of Platonism. It was also probably what Aristotle had in mind when he developed the concept of Prima Materia in his attempt to combine Platonism with the Presocraticism and Naturalism. It was a concept inherited by the theory of Alchemy.

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

C'était la fête à Julie, je me suis vraiment amusé!
Pleins de gens que je vais probablement moins voir cet hiver, donc je vais essayer d'en profiter pour les voirs d'ici ma fête!
Faut en profiter, l'automne c'est la dernière bourrée avant l'hiver....
Profitons en!

MIKe

Après des "vacances " d'une semaine plutot crevante, je suis de retour.....
V'là une tite toune de Loco Locass que j'écoute à matin...
C'pas vraiment qu'ça va mal
mais depuis que j’ai quitté la capitale pour Montréal
faut que j’sois réaliste j’m’étale dans le dédale de mon encéphale
Plus souvent je détale en direction de mon idéal astral
Astreint au train-train quotidien comme un esclave à fond d'cale
J'ai l' impression que ma vie m'avale mais sans mon aval
Comme Diogène avec son fanal je cherche un homme en moi
qui ne soit pas celui que je vois mois après mois
J’sais pas c’qui va pas j'ai pourtant mes dix doigts
ma blonde à côté d'moi un toit j'ai même un emploi
Mais chaque jour un peu plus je ploie sous le poids
d'un couvercle bien vissé au-dessus d'ma tête
une sorte de cercle ben vicié
Sans aspiration j’peux pu respirer
Aspiré par la spirale d’une houle à rappel j’me rappelle
qu'y faut que je coule encore plus profond
pour espérer remonter si j'ai de la veine…avec la veine de fond


REFRAIN
Spleen et Montréal, comme dans le vortex de mistral
Spleen et Montréal, ma vie m'avale en amont en aval
Spleen et Montréal, comme Diogène avec son fanal
Toujours en quête d'un idéal


Sangsue seule et scellé dans son salon morose
je me métamorphose comme le cafard du cas Kafka
Mon corps est comme une espèce d'insecte extrinsèque à mon cortex
À peine parvenue larve à des années-lumières d'un malamute en rut
Je mute en vache avachie dans son pré…sent une sorte d'animal
mou en mal de mou…vement assis ici et là, las...las..
Sans cesse hélas enlacé par la paresse
Le remords mord aux dents me dévore corps et âme
comme mon osti d'nation sans aucune ostination
Je suis le pro de la crastination
Le paresseux qui, par essence a sué à scier ses essieux
pour justifier avoir à les réparer avant de pouvoir être paré
Tant de talent latent au fond de l'étang attendant un élan
Après 2 ans, han, y s'rait peut-être temps que j’me botte le.. han
car quand je le veux, je peux devenir Dieu
Vivant sur le qui-vive en équilibre comme l'air de rien
T'nez vous ben j’men viens
Tout comme Poséidon, je possède le don de faire frémir les flots
Quand je dis vent, vingt vagues vont de l'avant
mais le plus souvent verre de vin à la main, je divague en vain sur le divan

REFRAIN (2X)
Spleen et Montréal, comme dans le vortex de mistral
Spleen et Montréal, ma vie m'avale en amont en aval
Spleen et Montréal, comme Diogène avec son fanal
Toujours en quête d'un idéal

Ça y'est! J'en ai plus aucune idée!
C'est quoi le reste de l'histoire?
J'ai l'impression que si ma vie était un film, se serait le montage qui passe des années creuses en ce moment.
Je n'ai pas grand choses qui se passe, mais je n'ai pas le gout de m'arranger pour que ca change.
Est-ce que c'est ça la folie?
Est-ce de la démence ou de la lucidité de n'avoir pas envie d'aider l'être humain  à se détruire toujours de plus en plus?
C'est-tu moi qui se plante, puis la société ça la du bon sens?
C'est-tu normal de n'avoir aucune envie de fitter dans le moule?
Ça l'air que c'était le temps de ma coche emo ...
Sauf que.... paradoxalement, je me refuse ce que j'ai vraiment envie.... encore...
On ne choisit pas celles qui nous font frémir.
Celles qui hante les recoins de nos songes.
Des fois je me dit qu'il va être temps pour moi de disparaitre l'an prochain....
Comme dans le temps... Pouff.... Quitter ma chère victo natale at m'en aller loin en oubliant de dire ou à tous...
J'étais toujours le premier à le dire, c'est quand on s'arrête qu'on risque de s'enliser...
Ou est l'anarchie?
Ou est le Chaos?
Ce que je craignais le plus au monde est arrivé, je suis un trentenaire pantouflard...
Je suis bon à jeter aux poubelles....
Je ne provoque meme plus les gens...
J'ai meme arrêter la corruption active....

Bon j'arrete ça là... j'ai des trucs à aller penser ....
Puis j'en profite juste pour vous dire que faut pas le prendre personnel si je me perd dans la brume, des fois c'est mieux pour les gens comme moi...
 Lotsa Love Fools!
MIKe

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land ?

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us ?

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
"Father ?", "yes son", "I want to kill you"
"Mother?...I want to...FUCK YOU"

C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

Are you going to scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
(a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work,
(blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.
(sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land,
(on the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(washes the grave with her silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
(a soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
(war bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
(generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
(and to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.

I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.

Babe, baby, baby, I'm gonna leave you.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
I'll leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin',
Leave you when the summer comes along.

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, baby, hmm baby
I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I've got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I'll be leavin',
Really got to ramble.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back ho--oo-ome!

Babe...I'm gonna leave you
Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
Oh, I can hear it callin' me
I said, don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
Oh!

I know, I know, I'll never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
Gonna leave you babe
But, I got to go away from this place,
I've got to quit you, yeah
Oh!! Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
Oh, don't you hear it callin' me?
Oh, woman, woman, I know, I know
It feels good to have you back again
And I know that one day baby, it's gonna really grow, yes it is.
We gonna go walkin' through the park every day.
Come what may, every day, oh
My, my - my - my, my babe
I'm gonna leave you woman...
I'm gonna quit you baby
It was really, really good.
You made me happy every single day.
But now... I've got to go away!
Oh, oh

Baby, baby, baby,
That's when it's callin' me
I said that's when it's callin' me back home...