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#+title: jesus-rocks-the-metric
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#+post_title: jesus rocks the metric
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#+post_date_published: <2011-09-27T20:53:29>
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* jesus rocks the metric
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[[http://www.ailesse.info/%7Etykayn/bazar/kotlife/2011/09septembre/festiblog_2011_dessins/g/jesus_rock_me_now_metric_en_couleur.JPG][http://www.ailesse.info/%7Etykayn/bazar/kotlife/2011/09septembre/festiblog_2011_dessins/jesus_rock_me_now_metric_en_couleur.JPG]]
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wohoo y'a une version à colorier pour les enfants qui font du
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catéchisme, une image funky de jésus pour les éveiller à l'atrocité des
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actes humains qui deviennent tolérables sous couvert de croyance. C'est
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si
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beau![[http://www.ailesse.info/%7Etykayn/bazar/kotlife/2011/09septembre/festiblog_2011_dessins/g/jesus_rock_me_now_metric.jpg][http://www.ailesse.info/%7Etykayn/bazar/kotlife/2011/09septembre/festiblog_2011_dessins/jesus_rock_me_now_metric.jpg]]
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*** Bonus
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les paroles
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Lyrics
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The town where she was born, like the town where I was born
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Was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures
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Like me she feels uncomfortable in the clothing of her ancestors
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It's not easy, she would say, ripping her fingers into the ashtray
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It's not easy to erase your blood
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Rock me now
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(Sing with me)
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In the arms of cobwebs
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Roll me out
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In the arms of cobwebs
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Once she found a man to treasure and together
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They planted flowers of warning, fearing frost
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Late on shallow evenings while their enemies slept
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They hammered the soil asking for answers in green
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His value declined when he offered his name
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Why did he offer?
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His value declined (Ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah
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ah-ah-ah)
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When he offered his name
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His value declined (Ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah
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ah-ah-ah)
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When he offered his name
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His value declined (Ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah
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ah-ah-ah)
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When he offered his name
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His value declined (Ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah
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ah-ah-ah)
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When he offered his name
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When she was seven years old she saw a man get shot, but
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No one came for a long time because
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It happened in a remote parking lot in Las Vegas
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And she was waiting for her mom to come back
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From working the black-jack table at the Circus-Circus casino, and
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That night her mom said that the two of them and the now-dead guy
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Were the only three people who ever really lived in Las Vegas
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Everybody else just arrived, ate their complementary shrimp cocktail
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And left
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Rock me now
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In the arms of cobwebs
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(It's a one room city, yeah)
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(It's a one room city, yeah)
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(So can you roll me) Roll me out
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In the arms of cobwebs
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(It's a one room city, yeah)
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(It's a one room city, yeah)
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His value declined (Ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah ah-ah-ah, ah
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ah-ah-ah)
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When he offered his name
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You rent a one room city here
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It's a one room city here
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The wall to wall to wall to wall
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Go street to street to street
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