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Jean-Jacques Goldman
Des bouts de moi

Paroles et Musique: Jean-Jacques Goldman
1987 "Entre gris clair et gris foncé"

J'ai laissé
Dans mon rétroviseur
Loin
Au milieu d'un décor
Des images
Impressions et couleurs
Et des flashes et des cris qui s'emmêlent
Et me collent au corps
Blanc
Le silence avant vous
Noire
La scène avant les coups
Longue
L'attente de vous voir
Et nos bras, nos regards au moment de se dire bonsoir

J'ai laissé des bouts de moi au creux de chaque endroit
Un peu de chair à chaque empreinte de mes pas
Des visages et des voix qui ne me quittent pas
Autant de coups au cœur et qui tuent chaque fois
Une ville que la nuit rend imaginaire
Une route qu'on prend comme on reprend de l'air
Et les papillons retournent brûler leurs ailes
Pour toucher la lumière
pour énerver l'hiver
Pour un peu d'éphémère

L'hôtel
La même chambre, hier
Gestes
Compte à rebours, horaire
Tests
Rassurants, quotidiens
Les choses aussi retiennent leur souffle
Et puis le moment vient
Brûlent les lights et vos regards
Volent
Vos voix dans nos guitares
Belles
Les mains des musiciens
Et vos yeux que n'éteindra jamais un sommeil artificiel

J'ai laissé des bouts de moi au creux de chaque endroit
Un peu de chair à chaque empreinte de mes pas
Des visages et des voix qui ne me quittent pas
Autant de coups au cœur et qui tuent chaque fois
Une ville que la nuit rend imaginaire
Une route qu'on prend comme on reprend de l'air
Et les papillons retournent brûler leurs ailes
pour toucher la lumière
pour énerver l'hiver
Pour un peu d'éphémère

J'ai laissé des bouts de moi au creux de chaque endroit
Un peu de chair à chaque empreinte de mes pas
Des visages et des voix qui ne me quittent pas
Autant de coups et cœur et qui tuent chaque fois
Un matin pour s'étonner de nos impudeurs
Signatures alibis, mais il est déjà l'heure
Et les papillons retournent brûler leurs ailes
pour toucher la lumière
Pour énerver l'hiver
Pour que tout s'accélère

J'ai laissé des bouts de moi au creux de chaque endroit
Un peu de chair à chaque empreinte...

Pierre Bachelet
J'ai envie de toi

J'ai envie de toi, de te serrer entre mes bras
De t'embrasser, de t'embrasser cent mille fois
Faire de ton corps un beau navire qui tanguerait
Voiles déhors sur l'ocean de mon désir
Puis, soulé de joie, tenir ta main et le matin
Me réveiller, c'est merveilleux que tu sois là
Même s'il fallait donner pour ça tout ce que j'ai
Je le fairais tellement j'ai envie de toi

J'ai envie de toi, de te serrer entre mes bras
De te garder, de te garder rien qu'une fois
Faire de tes yeux des horizons toujours plus bleus
Des horizons qui ne seraient rien qu'à nous deux
Vivre éperduement chaque moment de notre vie
Croire à la joie comme l'on croit au paradis
Dire que tout ça deviendrait vrai, oh mon amour
Si tu avais rien qu'une fois en vie de moi

Natasha St Pier
Tu trouveras
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Comme tout le monde j'ai mes défauts
J'ai pas toujours les mots qu'il faut
Mais si tu lis entre les lignes
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas su te dire

Il y a des fautes d'impression
Des "Je t'aime" un peu brouillon
Malgré mes accords malhabiles
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout ce que je n'ai pas osé te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes

Il y en a d'autres que tu aimeras
Bien plus belles, plus fortes que moi
Si je n'ai pas su te retenir,
Sache qu'il y a dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas eu le temps de te dire

Le temps vous endurcit de tout
Des illusions, des mauvais coups
Si je n'ai pas su te retenir,
Sache qu'il y a dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas eu le temps de te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas, mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes.

Mine... If you think that seagulls can only say the word "mine" in english you're wrong. they are capable to say it in all languages. check it out:
[EN] Mine...
[FR] Mien...
[DU] Van mij...
[GR] Meins...
[IT] Mio...
[ES] Mio...
[FA] Maleh man...
....

Murphy says...
Whenever a system becomes completely defined, some damn fool discovers something which either abolishes the system or expands it beyond recognition.
...
Yourdon's Thoughts on Programming, Number 52:
The user does not know what he wants until he sees what he gets.

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountains down.

I hear a sound... it's the sound of the heart of the Earth... it tells me about my time... it says that it's finished... it talks about my death... I hear it in my head... it's time to go... it's Now time to go...

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

:: Cyberpunk was originally a cultural sub-genre of science fiction taking place in a not-so-distant, dystopian, over-industrialized society. The term grew out of the work of William Gibson and Bruce Sterling and has evolved into a cultural label encompassing many different kinds of human, machine, and punk attitudes. It includes clothing and lifestyle choices as well.
:: Cyberspace - Term originated by author William Gibson in his novel Neuromancer the word Cyberspace is currently used to describe the whole range of information resources available through computer networks.

http://www.cyberpunk.co.uk/news/index.html

The main classifications of cyberpunks are:

Hackers
Persons who are skilled or talented with most aspects of computers, software, electronics, and technology, and can do things with them that seem "magical". For hackers, technology is not just a hobby but a way of life.

Crackers
Sometimes called as "dark-side hackers". People who use their computing skills when breaking security on computer systems, for illicit gain or simply for the pleasure of exercising their skills. These are the real-world analogues of the "console cowboys" of Cyberpunk fiction. There's also software crackers, who open programs without paying, make patches, and change serial numbers.

Phreaks
Telecom crackers. They do a similar thing with the telecom system, coming up with ways to circumvent phone companies' calling charges and doing clever things with the phone network. Telephones are a phreaks primary interest. Many expand their knowledge to satellite and wireless radio communications. Scanners and counter surveillance devices, cellular phones and pagers are commonly used to maintain contact with the Internet and comrades around the world.

CypherpunksMasters of cryptography. Individuals who believe that the government is out to invade the privacy of everybody on the planet. The cypherpunk's central goal is to out-smart the system, and a good way to do this is through cryptography and cryptosystems. They believe widespread use of extremely hard-to-break coding schemes will create "regions of privacy" that "The System" cannot invade.

Netrunners
People who live in the Net and master it. Surfing, chatting, ircing, pinging, tracing, ftp:ing, fingering...

Otakus
Alienated computer nerds, mainly in Japan, fixated on manga/anime art, Net, and computer games - an obsession that in one case led to a string of horrific murders.

Ravers
These are the folks who use synthesized and sampled music, computer-generated psychedelic ("cyberdelic") art, and designer drugs to create massive all-night dance parties and love-fests in empty warehouses.

Transhumans and Extropians
People who attempt to exploit technology to increase human potential and life expectancy.

Zippies
Zippies, or cyber-hippies.

But, as the definitions say, cyberpunk is (intrinsically) undefinable and anyone claiming to be a "cyberpunk" may be laughed off any cyberculture community. It's also often so, that people who "should" be cyberpunks according to some definitions, don't consider so, or haven't realized it.

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Attitude Is Everything in Cyberpunk

This is pertaining to being a cyberpunk, the hacker variety, in RL and on the Net, about cyberpunk and attitude.

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Just for a moment, let's talk about cyberpunk and attitude. It isn't just about what you can do. It's about what you _say_ you can do. An example: I went to a tech school for a year and I had an older friend that taught me a lot of stuff about computers. I don't know nearly as much as him but because I know where to use it on and who to tell about it, I'm known as a cyberpunk while my friend is still just a computer scientist. Why is that? People only term other by what they know about you. If I predict that I will crash the system at certain time, say like... in 10 seconds, I will be considered an asshole by those who know about it if I tell them. But if I anonymously wall it, I'm considered a cyberpunk. (Wall means to broadcast to everyone.) If I break into someone else's account, pull some stuff off a Usenet group like alt.sex.duct.tape.gerbils, and send it to all the teachers saying "I wrote this." it won't do much good to have it go unknown who did it. That's why aliases are important. You must develop a character who does these 'pranks' so to increase your image. But you, as a person, are only considered a cyberpunk to those who you reveal it. I'm well known for my nickname, Gonzo. My other nicknames are not so well known. I don't want any connection between them. Gonzo is the playful hacker. Another is the deadly hacker. The other is the cypherpunk. If the association was made, zzzzzt, I'm in trouble. So remember, it's not who's the best with a program, computer, phone, etc but who announces it the best WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT!! If you are good at that, you can be a good cyberpunk.

-- The Great Gonzo

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Cyberpunk Philosophy

These points seem to be some kind of "cyberpunk folklore":

The Hacker's Ethic "Attack anything that tries to hide information from the masses".

"Information Wants to be Free" All information should be free and easily distributed to the public.

Rebel against harmful or oppressive authority.

Think yourself, question authority.

It is every person's responsibility to take control.

Screw everyone but your friends.

Never trust anyone.

Never kill anyone ... too cheaply.

Style over substance.

Anti-totalitarianism. Anarchy preferred.

Striving for a moral and spiritual utopian "enlightened despotism".

Related to Post Modernism Movement.

Democracy does not really figure in. (Individual not mass dictatorship).

Striving for "freedom" as either personal dependence or independence from/on technology.

Convergence of human and machine.

The supersession of sensory experience by digital simulation.

Computers as a way to freedom and control Computers as engines of liberation and tools of social control, reweavers of the social fabric shredded by industrial modernism and instruments of an even greater atomization.

Attitude is everything!

http://project.cyberpunk.ru/

My dream? My only wish? What I want most? A sudden death... Fast and without appeal... May I?!

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

bla blaa bla blaaa...
- Doctor... am I mad?
; No dear... this is not madness... it's just a problem of speach!
- blaa blaaa blaa bla...
; You see? just a problem of speach...
- But Doctor... I'm sure that I've sanity problems...
; No sir! I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE OKAY!!!
- Blaa Bla Blaa Blaaa...
; ooooh This guy is crazy!!!