A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with your head wide open
Hopin, to spot, a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
of the OK Corral, Cowboy style
From the Quarters on down to Colorado's
Big niggaz from uptown, ridin into Tahoe's
Saloon settin, kids is walkin round
drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz is playin the price game
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor
They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar
That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums
Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH
Walk in the New York terrority
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler
Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer
Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me
Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me
I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men
All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers
There's distrubin news on the wire
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire
I ain't goin down over no money exchange
You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind...
Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing
Bar's gettin money people doin they thing
There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota
As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up
And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers
Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys
You never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouse
The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire
I never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like that
Lay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad man
Who on the rise, the D's to Manhattan
Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races
Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor
His dick to act up, was death the benefactor
Leave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace
I'm in this to win this on the great wide trail
I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever be
Plus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit again
I'm responsible for that body in the alley
I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs
and hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls
Let's get right as the story unfurls
Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin
Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin
Now this right here ain't for the youth to see
A grown man assed out swingin from a tree
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind
Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
Had all the work locked down, so he thought
But he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slip
Stripped of his game and got his self murdered
Thoughts of him are passin like the buffalo
Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura
Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror
Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Dig, check it out
They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sun
A little tale from Sadat X of how the WORLD was won
Check it out, remember this
Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains Drifter
No question
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack a vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind

Les Cowboys Fringants:Les Étoiles Filantes
From LyricWiki
This song is performed by Les Cowboys Fringants and appears on the album La Grand-Messe (2004).
http://lyricwiki.org/Les_Cowboys_Fringants:Les_%C3%89toiles_Filantes

(English translation below)

***French original
Si je m'arrête un instant
Pour te parler de ma vie
Juste comme ça tranquillement
Dans un bar rue St-Denis

J'te raconterai les souvenirs
Bien gravés dans ma mémoire
De cette époque où vieillir
Était encore bien illusoire

Quand j'agaçais les p'tites filles
Pas loin des balançoires
Et que mon sac de billes
Devenait un vrai trésor

Et ces hivers enneigés
À construire des igloos
Et rentrer les pieds g'lés
Juste à temps pour Passe-Partout

Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester
De la p'tite école et d'la cour de récré ?
Quand les avions en papier ne partent plus au vent
On se dit que l'bon temps passe finalement...

... Comme une étoile filante

Si je m'arrête un instant
Pour te parler de la vie
Je constate que bien souvent
On choisit pas mais on subit
Et que les rêves des ti-culs
S'évanouissent ou se refoulent
Dans cette réalité crue
Qui nous embarque dans le moule

La trentaine, la bedaine
Les morveux, l'hypothèque
Les bonheurs et les peines
Les bons coups et les échecs

Travailler, faire d'son mieux
En arracher, s'en sortir
Et espérer être heureux
Un peu avant de mourir

Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester
De notre p'tit passage dans ce monde effréné ?
Après avoir existé pour gagner du temps
On s'dira que que l'on était finalement

... Que des étoiles filantes

Si je m'arrête un instant
Pour te parler de ma vie
Juste comme ça tranquillement
Pas loin du Carré St-Louis

C'est qu'avec toi je suis bien
Et que j'ai pu' l'goût de m'en faire
Parce que tsé voir trop loin
C'pas mieux que r'garder en arrière

Malgré les vieilles amertumes
Et les amours qui passent
Les chums qu'on perd dans' brume
Et les idéaux qui se cassent

La vie s'accroche et renaît
Comme les printemps reviennent
Dans une bouffée d'air frais
Qui apaise les coeurs en peine

Ça fait que si à' soir t'as envie de rester
Avec moi, la nuit est douce on peut marcher
Et même si on sait ben que tout dure rien qu'un temps
J'aimerai ça que tu sois pour un moment...

... Mon étoile filante

Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester...
Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester...

... Que des étoiles filantes




***English translation
If I stop a moment
To tell you about my life
Just like that, quietly
In a bar on St-Denis

I'd tell you the memories
Well-etched into my memory
From that time when aging
Was still but illusory

When I annoyed the little girls
Not far from the swings
And my bag of marbles
Became a real treasure

And these snowy winters
Of constructing igloos
And going back inside with frozen feet
Just in time for Passe-Partout

But at the end of the road tell me what will remain
Of the little school and the playground?
When the paper planes no longer fly on the wind
We tell ourselves that the good times are finally ending...

...like a shooting star

If I stop a moment
To tell you about life
I note that quite often
We do not choose but we endure
And that the dreams of little lads
Dissipate or collapse
In this hard reality
Which casts us in the mold

The thirties, the belly
The kids, the mortgage
The pleasures and the sorrows
The strokes of luck and the failures

Working, doing one's best
And struggling, and getting out
And hoping to be happy
A little before dying

But at the end of the road tell me what will remain
Of our little passage through this mad world?
After having existed to buy some time
We'll tell ourselves that we were in the end

...but shooting stars

If I stop a moment
To tell you about my life
Just like that, quietly
Not far from St-Louis Square

It's only with you that I'm okay
And that I lost the taste to care
Because you know seeing too far ahead
Isn't better than looking backwards

Despite the old bitternesses
And the loves that pass
The friends we lose in the mists
And the ideals which fall apart

Life holds on and renews
Like the springtimes return
In a puff of fresh air
Which appeases pained hearts

So if tonight you want to stay
With me, the night is soft we can walk
And even if we know that all lasts but a time
I'd like you to be for a moment...

...My shooting star

But tell me at the end of the road what will remain...
But tell me at the end of the road what will remain...

...Just shooting stars

Monsieur Rodney King
Pouvez-nous pas tous juste obtenir le long!?

ok, I'm french as you imagine (so excuse my poor english)
I found this video on a french site and I decided to try my first post here. I don't know exactly where it comes from but I thought it was really good.
I don't really understand what is the problem with it, the video comes from here and has been posted on this site a few hours ago :
http://www.webjunkie.fr/2008/01/31/la-methode-forte-de-mtv-pour-nous-faire-reflechir/
If something is bad, I'd really like to understand where is the problem.
[edit]
thanks

Lyrics:

Pendant mes cours d' SVT en terminale
il y avait une fille assise à mes côtés
comme elle était femelle et que j'étais un mâle,
j'ai décidé d'en faire ma fiancée.
Mais n'ayant rien suivi de mes cours de bio
Pour me faire remarquer j'ai fait l'idiot:
Je me suis penché vers elle et j'ai déclaré
les mots suivants, un peu comme ils venaient:

Oh,tel un coccolitophoridé
coincé entre le tertiaire et le crétacé
les systoles de mon coeur affolé
m'ont fait comprendre que tu es ma dulcinée.

Elle m'a regardé d'un air ébahi, j'ai eu peur d'avoir dit une connerie.
Puis son visage d'un sourire éclatant,
me dévoila toutes ses belles dents.
Et quand l' prof aborda l'immunologie,
c'est sur un ton d'antigène, qu'elle me répondit:

Si toi tu es un coccolitophoridé
coincé entre le tertiaire et le crétacé, moi je suis un trilobite décédé
depuis au moins 200 millions d'années.

De toute évidence elle suivait mieux que moi
le peu de cours de bio auxquels j'étais là
Mais pendant qu'la classe dessinait les anticorps
je n'pouvais me résigner à oublier son corps,
alors réunissant mes quelques feuilles de SVT
je suis parvenu lui rétorquer:

le polyallélisme d'un gène s'exprime
par la diversité phénotypique des individus,
ces quelques mots,je les déclâme pour te dire que tu as les plus beaux yeux qu'j'ai jamais vu

Me regardant, elle a rigolé,
et m'a répondu sur un p'tit bout d'papier:

le polyallélisme d'un gène s'exprime
par la diversité phénotypique des individus,
ces quelques mots, je sais qu'tu les imprimes
et je compte bien de voir ce soir après le bahut.

Et nous baladant sur l'échelle stratigraphique,
faisant fi des temps géologiques
nos hypothalamus en ébulition
on a participé à l'évolution!

----

When I was in school,
There was a girl who sat next to me
Since she was female and I was male,
I decided to make her my fiancée.
But, having paid no attention to my biology class,
To make myself seen, I played the idiot.
I leaned towards her and declared
The following words, a little bit as they came to me

Oh, like a coccolithophorid
Stuck between the Tertiary and Cretaceous
The beating of my distraught heart
Made me understand that you were my girl

She looked at me, dumbfounded. I was afraid I had said something stupid
Then her face with a dazzling smile
Revealed to me all her beautiful teeth
And when the teacher addressed immunology
She responded to me, not at all shy:

If you are a coccolithophorid
Stuck between the Tertiary and the Cretaceous, then I am a trilobite dead
For at least 200 million years

Apparently, she followed better than I
The few biology classes that I attended
But while the class drew antibodies
I couldn't resign myself to forgetting her body
So putting together the few pieces of paper I had
I succeeded in replying:

Genetic polyallelism expresses itself
Through the phenotypic diversity of individuals
I ranted these few words to tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen

Looking at me, she laughed
And responded to me on a little piece of paper

Genetic polyallelism expresses itself
Through the phenotypic diversity of individuals
These few words, I know, will impress you
And I expect to see you this evening after class

And walking on the stratigraphic scale
Flouting geological time
Our hypothalamus boiling
We participated in evolution!

Iv serously hurt my back and i wasent roling around crying if u realy do hurt your back normaly u just go into shock. and you canot move becuse anny movment is shear agony.wacht he clip of that base jumper who hits ground hard after jumping off dam with helmet cam thats the nouse u make when u r in real pain. so my conclusion is just very brused and cut maby broken bones ?