Il paraît qu'il en faut pour tous les goûts...
Ote ta lampe, que je guette, comme dirait l'autre (amis du contrepet, lâchez-vous...)

L'occasion, en cherchant une idée stupide pour agrémenter un jeu de mot tout aussi débile, de tomber sur cette petite perle de... heu... comment ils disent ? Ah oui, bon goût, avec une page d'accueil ma foi fort alléchante...

Le monde est fou, et c'est pas près de s'arranger...



"Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

[Chorus]

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

[Chorus]

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

[Chorus]

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair" (source)

Sandi Thom, I wish I was a punk rocker