vOiCi tHe LeGeNdE!BoB MaRLeY!De La tRés TrèS BoNnE MuSiQuE,CeLLe qUe jE pRéFèRe!!!

 pour les extraterrestres qui viendraient de débarquer de je n'sais quelle planète de notre système solaire, voici qui "était" (et qui "est" toujours, à travers nos mémoires) ce grand Louis....
mOn AcTeUr fRaNçAiS PréFéRé...

xSon véritable nom : Louis de Funès de Galarza
xSa date de naissance : le 31 juillet 1914
xLégion d'honneur :  à 59 ans
xCésar : oui, pour l'ensemble de sa carrière en 1980
xDécès : le 27 janvier 1983, suite à une crise cardiaque (snif)

MoN FiLm pRéFéRé fRaNcAiS rEsTeRa "La FoLiE DeS GrAnDeUrs".

C'EsT Le pReMiEr fIlM QuE J'Ai vU Et jE L'AdOre!

PoUr mOi c'eST uNe référEnCe.

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xSortie : 12/8/1971

xDurée : 1 h 53

xRéalisation : Gérard Oury

xMusique : Michel Polnareff

xInterprètes : Louis de Funès (don Salluste), Yves Montand (Blaze),Alberto de Mandoza (le Roi)etc,



Don Salluste, ministre des finances du roi dans l'Espagne du 17ème siècle, n'a aucun scrupule à taxer abusivement les pauvres paysans afin de s'enrichir lui-même au passage. Mais accusé d'avoir fait un enfant à l'une des servantes de la reine, celle-ci le répudie. Don Salluste prépare alors sa vengeance en utilisant Blaze, son valet, qu'il sait amoureux de la reine. Il le fait passer pour son neveu afin de l'introduire à la cour et organise un rendez-vous secret entre ce dernier et la reine dans le seul but de les faire surprendre par le roi.

sandi thom

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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 to lead and to 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
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When 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
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
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

Ba vOiLa c'EsT L'éPoQuE à LaQuELLe J'AuRaiS sOuHaité viVrE,MaiS

I WaS BoRn tO LaTe...

J'AdOOoRe!SuRtOuT La cHaNsOn zOmBiE

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken ?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie ?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie ?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...
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