Dans les embruns salés où le Mousquetaire vogua, Nous étions jeunes, fous, l’âme légère et libre, Sous les étoiles de Quiberon, au chant des flots bas, Déployant nos rêves sans mesure ni fibre. Du lycée Saint-Louis à l'École des bâtisseurs, De Saumur à Paris, passant par Angers, Tu as tracé ton chemin, vaillant et rêveur, Sous l’œil attentif de ta douce Séverine, alliée. À Bordeaux, ingénieur, puis géomètre par choix, Ton savoir t’a guidé avec ferveur et rigueur ; Mais ton cœur, Julien, est un vaste miroir, Reflet de ton amitié, de ta chaleur. Ami du vin et des mots échangés dans la nuit, Tu refais le monde autour d’une table animée, Des projets fous dans l’ombre et l’éclat de l’esprit, Avec pour compagnons ceux que tu sais aimer. Et puis les routes s’ouvrent, en famille tu pars, Vers les terres lointaines, les grands espaces, l’ailleurs, Camping-car voguant sur l’Amérique des espoirs, Là où les horizons s’étendent, conquérants et rêveurs. Julien, mon ami, à toi je lève mon verre, Absent en ce jour mais présent par le cœur, Que cette vie te soit douce, simple et sincère, Car tu es l’ami vrai, le compagnon sans labeur. À ta générosité, à ta main toujours offerte, Je rends hommage en ce jour, avec un brin de tristesse ; Mais la mer nous sait liés, au-delà des fêtes, À toi, Julien, que jamais le vent ne laisse.
slam voix masculine
French
The lyrics evoke a deep sense of nostalgia and warmth, celebrating friendship and cherished memories. There is a bittersweet tone as it reflects on both joyful moments and a sense of longing for the absent friend. Themes of adventure, companionship, and human connection stir feelings of gratitude mixed with melancholy.
This piece can be performed at celebrations, such as weddings or significant milestones, where camaraderie and reflection on friendship are central themes. It serves as a heartfelt tribute to a friend, making it suitable for personal ceremonies, whether formal or informal, that honor relationships and shared journeys.
The song employs vivid imagery and metaphors, depicting a journey through life, enhanced by a rhythmic structure typical of slam poetry. The use of personal anecdotes and references to specific locations and experiences enriches the narrative, allowing the listener to visualize the scenes and emotions being conveyed. The lyrical flow maintains a conversational tone, engaging the audience with its heartfelt expression.
I'm in the think of it,everybody knows.they know me where it snows as the in and they froze
please listen to me you have a problem with your brain.i need you to hear me for minute.i'm just saying it's not okay to kill people when you need more money.you even got fired for that Look, I hear you, and I understand you’re frustrated, maybe even disappointed. This is serious, and I get that you’re pointing this out because it’s affecting more than just you—it’s about right and wrong. When things get desperate, it can be easy to think that extreme measures will solve the problem, but you’re right; some lines shouldn’t be crossed. Jobs can come and go, but the choices we make in those tough times shape who we are. The way we react, especially when things are difficult, matters just as much as the outcome. Needing money is one thing, but hurting people isn’t a solution that will ever lead to real security or peace. Losing a job over it shows that this thinking isn’t just an isolated problem; it’s part of why things have turned out this way. I need to take a step back and consider this as a wake-up call.
the inclusion of *Born a Crime* by Trevor Noah in the syllabus of all New South Wales schools. The book is a funny, entertaining memoir of Trevor Noah's childhood in apartheid and post-apartheid South Africa, but it also contains powerful lessons for students that can promote understanding, empathy, and cross-cultural awareness. The book is a worthy choice for all Year 8 students because of the themes, language, and humour that it explores. The inclusion of *Born a Crime* is well-explained by its examination of identity and racism, two complex themes that are essential to discuss in the classroom. Trevor Noah, as the offspring of a white father and a Black mother, explores apartheid—a system of racial segregation—firsthand. The book invites readers to think about matters of race and identity, which is highly relevant in a multicultural country like Australia. Noah specifically says, "I was born a crime." When you tell people that you're half-white, half-black, they think of something beautiful, like a zebra. The metaphor of a zebra to describe mixed-race identity points out how society views racial mixing as something unusual rather than natural. The text's ability to discuss serious topics with humor and sensitivity will allow students to explore identity in a safe and thoughtful manner. Additionally, the book features great characters—especially Trevor's mother, who serves as a fantastic role model of strength and ethics. Trevor's journey with her offers insights into courage and the value of education. As Noah puts it, "My mother did what school couldn’t. She taught me how to think." This ironic line implies that real learning goes beyond formal education. Students can easily relate to characters like Trevor's mother, through whom they learn about family, sacrifice, and the importance of education—lessons relevant to all young readers. Finally, Trevor Noah's accessible writing style makes complex issues understandable for students of all reading levels. His use of humor, storytelling, and simple yet heartfelt language makes challenging topics more approachable. One memorable example is his statement, “Language defines you more than color to people.” Noah’s use of everyday language mixed with deeper themes helps students connect with the text and develop empathy for different perspectives. Overall, I believe *Born a Crime* is an excellent choice for the NSW curriculum, as it engages with crucial themes of identity, racism, and family through relatable characters and accessible language. It is not only an enjoyable read but also a text that challenges students to think critically about the world around them. Including this book in the curriculum will provide students with a meaningful literary experience that aligns with educational standards. Thank you for considering this proposal. I truly believe this book will resonate with students and help them construct a clearer picture of the complexities within our multicultural society.
[Verse] Goddess on the corner, spitting truth from the dome, Brick walls bear witness, hieroglyphs on the stone, Philosopher's mind, philosopher's tone, In a city where the man’s throne made of bones. [Chorus] Echoes in the alleys, whispers to the moon, Songs of a broken heart, stitched with a tune, Soul on fire, heartbeats as loud as noon, Guardian of the night, lady in full bloom. [Verse] Pawn shops and liquor stores, shadows of a past, Dreams fermenting in the glass, futures in the flask, Revelations in the rain, tears on the grass, Rhymes from her lips, myths built to last. [Chorus] Echoes in the alleys, whispers to the moon, Songs of a broken heart, stitched with a tune, Soul on fire, heartbeats as loud as noon, Guardian of the night, lady in full bloom. [Bridge] Warrior’s cry in the silence of dawn, Rising from the ashes, phoenix reborn, Verse in her veins, rhythm in the brawn, Walking through the storm, never forlorn. [Verse] Underground queen, throne built from stories, Imperial grooves, mythic allegories, Streets speak in tongues, hidden glories, Lady of the night, singing blues and worries.
[Verse] Yin and yang, fur slick as oil paint, Moves silent, ninja in the dark, ain't faint, Green eyes glow, predator in plain sight, Whiskers sharp, the alley cat’s knight. [Bridge] Nine lives, dancing on rooftops, Paws in the moon's light, never stops, Tail flicks, shadow ballet in the night, A tuxedo phantom, blending wrong with right. [Verse 2] Whiskers twitch, the whisk-e-zard conjures, Mice scatter fast, sheer feline wonder, Claws cut the night, like a ninja’s blade, Curled on my lap, in the shadow's shade. [Chorus] Black and white dream, patchwork king, Ruler of the windowsill, silent swing, Grace on the prowl, mystery sways, Dapper little hunter, night and day. [Verse 3] Street’s ghost, the bi-color sprite, Daytime vanisher, lace in the night, Stalking dreams, twilight’s alchemist, A monochrome marvel, a natural wit. [Bridge] Silent meows, whispers on the air, Quiet conqueror, with a regal flair, Magical paws, tracing ancient lore, He’s the paradox, on urban shore.
[Verse] Big dreams in a night so wild College days where we ran so free Now the tie's tight the smile's bemiled From group hangouts to lone cubicles we flee [Verse 2] Toss the books trade them for screens Deadlines chase our glowing dreams Friends turned into colleagues now unseen From carefree hours to counting schemes [Chorus] Where did all the laughter go From ringing halls to silent flow Turning points we didn't know From packs of friends to solo show [Verse 3] Late night talks they fade away Replacing them with work to play Worn-out steps in an endless fray Did we grow up or lose our way [Bridge] From celebrations to muted cheer Shifting gears it's all unclear Once so near now distanced dear Lonely roads that we all steer [Chorus] Where did all the laughter go From ringing halls to silent flow Turning points we didn't know From packs of friends to solo show
Yo, I lace up my boots, step onto the field, But the hate in the stands, man, it feels too real. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and shout, Disrespect in their mouths, tryna shut us down, no doubt. But we play for the love, not the color of skin, We rise as one, let the game begin. Kicks on the turf, we all chase that dream, But some still judge us by the shade of our skin. Red card for the hate, yellow for the lies, We’re here for the game, no matter what they despise. They can talk all they want, but they’ll never break us, We’re united on this field, our hearts are contagious. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the streets of Rio to the heart of Milan, Football’s our language, we all got a plan. They see the talent, but they still throw the shade, Trying to dim the light, man, they want us to fade. But look at the team, we're diverse and strong, Our unity's the anthem, our hearts sing the song. Don't care if I’m black or brown, or any shade in between, On this field, we’re kings, we’re chasing that dream. It’s not about the hate, it's about the game we play, From Africa to Europe, we all got something to say. They try to hold us down, but we stand tall and proud, Breaking every barrier, we ain’t backing down. So let the world see, when we step in the light, We’re all human beings, together we fight. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the pitch to the streets, we demand respect, No room for hate, we’ll never forget. Racism’s a game that no one should play, Let’s keep pushing forward, change the world today.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
What is it about Momo steering wheels that makes so many enthusiasts want to install them? For one thing, they look great. Beautifully finished in various combinations of brushed aluminum, leather, suede, and wood, they're a great compliment to the interior of any Miata. But even more compelling is the feel. Most Momo wheels are a bit smaller in diameter than the stock wheel with a thick padded wheel that gives you a firm grip and positive steering feel that you just can't get from the stock wheel. Yes, you give up the airbag - a personal decision that must not be taken lightly. Still, many Miata owners have chosen to go the route of a Momo wheel. Our installation is for a Momo Champion using a hub adapter from Finish Line Performance. The beauty of this adapter as compared with the others that have been used in the past is that there is no cutting, splicing, or other kluges required. Unlike using the other products, this is a completely reversible job. You can pop your old steering wheel and airbag back into place at any time! This is the simplest method we know of to install a Momo wheel. An air bag is an explosive device, and should be given the respect of one. These directions are for information only. Removal of the steering wheel involves working with the airbag. This procedure should only be performed by a qualified mechanic. The author, Miata.net, its sponsors, Mazda, and Eunos Communications LLC are not responsible for any damage or injury caused by use of these procedures.
[Verse] Crazy on the block, propane got me loaded, King of the grill, yo my tank never corroded. Barbecue dreams, flames cookin' up the scene, Sizzle, pop, and gleam, propane supreme. [Verse 2] Hank Hill swagger, lawn chair relaxin', Steel spatula, propane satisfaction. Yard wars flarin', ain't no Comparin', Tanks full of power, neighbor eyes starin'. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart. [Verse 3] Wallet fat from sellin' that gas, Propane hustle, ain't lettin’ it pass. Suburban legend, grill master rulin’, King of the hill, propane-fueled chillin’. [Verse 4] Burgers on the grate, never second-rate, Kickin’ it pristine, blue flame great. Fryin' up dreams, nothin’ in between, Gotta keep it lean with this propane scene. [Chorus] Propane flowin', backyard glowin', Steaks so tender, grill marks showin'. Ignite the spark, barbecue art, Meats on fire, propane from the heart.
