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Et les hydrocarbures
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Bonjour Madame
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Mon adresse, mes fesses
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Tout était faux
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Oh ! Monsieur Météo
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Dire c'est dur
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Laisse aller
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Mes pistolets
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Ne reste que la pluie
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36e dessous
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C'est ridicule
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Quand la lune sera haute
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Smoking
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Gil Rose Geneva, Switzerland
Gil Rose has this voice, this way of singing so singular, these stubborn arrangements. Gil Rose do it his own way, without artifice, with elegance, insolence and emotion : an imaginary line drawn somewhere between CbGB's-Max's, Colette Magny, the nonsense, the Great Game and the ''congés payés''. Gil is that Rimbaud layabout, that glam Jacques Bertin on LSD of Jacobites obedience. MLB Feb 2016 ... more
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