Top 10 meilleures chansons pop rock

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Il fallait bien que quelqu'un s'y colle à ce top 10, c'est bibi alias Plokton. Ce soir dimanche 1er mai pas de grand tube interstellaire, un top 10 à ma sauce.

A quatres pattes devant mon tirroir de musique, je vous sélectionne un melting pot à la Plokton ; rayon pop rock, le plus remplit (Octave laisse moi tranquille Maman travaille....)

Allez hop c'est partit ::))

₪₪₪ GOLDEN ROPE ₪₪₪

16 Horsepower (Low Estate - 1997)

Banjo, Contrebasse, synthé, tout le talent de ce trio, une des chansons les plus pathétiques que je connaisse, à écouter les jous ou le moral est au beau fixe parce que sinon vous aussi vous finissez sans espoir avec une corde au cou .... mais c'est tellement beau qu'il faut passer au dessus des paroles et se concentrer uniquement sur la mélodie et les notes que tire Pascal Humbert de sa contrebasse.....

Fire is the color of my true love's hair
Near to the father sits his golden chair
By prayer and petition to the king on his left
Light is the burden that I bear
O so enchanting are these
Lovely chains that bind you
'neath their deadly weight
The lord's eye did find you
With fear and tremblin'
Before the one with your wounds
Your eyes as empty as my savior tomb
Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
He who has ears to hear let 'm hear it
Torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
May you know his name and fear it
There you are hangin' by the golden rope
There you lie no hope

₪₪₪ TRUTH HIDES ₪₪₪

Asian Dub Foundation (Communauty Music - 2000)

Un des plus beau morceau d'ADF une basse très forte, un batteur superman, Nusrat Fatheh Ali Khan à la voix si douce et enfantine chantant comme une ritournelle :

Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone
Truth hides down an unmarked street
Buried deep beneath your feet
Truth hides in people written out of history
Black leaders and inventors whose names remain a mystery
Great women recorded on ripped out pages
Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces
Truth is lost in the mists of eMpTy Vision
And found in the notebooks of those wrongfully imprisoned
And in the evidence that was never brought to trial
But not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile
Truth hides whenever we lose our focus
Slips out the back quickly replaced by the bogus
Fleeing soundbites disguised as facts
That reappear in the small print on every contract
Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror
In countless documents sent straight to the shredder
That might finally give us the whole of the picture
But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper
We know the truth will hide
Under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone
Down an unmarked street
And buried deep beneath your feet

CHORUS

Truth it hide under rocks and stones
At the end of your line
Down an unmarked street
Truth it hide under rocks and stones
At the end of your line

Un grand moment de bonheur et d'évasion.......

₪₪₪ LOSE THIS SKIN ₪₪₪

The Clash (Sandinista - 1980)

J'aime le rock accommodé avec des instruments classiques, le violon en fait partie et ce morceau des Clash fait partie des incontournables avec Ernestine de Noir Désir (mais nous y reviendrons), Le nouveau monde de William Sheller et j'en oublie……

Chanté par un guest star Tymon Dogg chanteur à la voix on ne peux belle.

Come with me. I won't hide
We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free
I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of Lot
We're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We can take a part in someone else's play
Come with me, I thought he said
But that's not him anymore, he's dead
What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me

₪₪₪ LE CRAWL DE LA CARPETTE ₪₪₪

pardon ….

₪₪₪ THE CARPET CRAWL ₪₪₪

Genesis (Seconds out - 1977)

Un des plus beaux morceau que j'ai jamais entendu, 30 ans après pas une ride, et c'est à chaque un nouvelle "coute un émerveillement que d'écouter ce morceau (en live), un crescendo d'une puissance peu commune, la voix de Phil Collins si chaude et puissante, ces synthés, cette batterie si douce et présente à la fois, planant, y'a des jours comme ce soir ou je regrette d'avoir arrêté de fumer, je m'en serais bien roulé un petit ……

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than
before.
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every
tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies
glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the
crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

₪₪₪ SHOWBIZ ₪₪₪

Muse (Showbiz - 1999)

Imaginez ma surprise, ce jour là à la fnac, encore en pérégrination à la recherche de la perle rare de croiser cette pochette toute simple, un peu moi plus jeune .... lol : non j'ai été comme ça (avant d'arrêter de fumer !!!), cette intro tam-tam indien, ces riffs délirants et cette voix !!! leur succès a débuté avec cet album et ce morceau hurlé par Matthew Bellamy …..souvenirs aux Eurockéennes …. 2000 ….souvenirs Orléans quelques temps avant ou j'étais allée les voir leur concert à Paris étant complet…… LTNO en 1ère partie (mais ça c'est un autre sujet !!!)

Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

₪₪₪ WISH YOU WERE HERE ₪₪₪

Pink Floyd (Wish you were here - 1975)

Comment faire un avis sans MON MORCEAU PREFERE de tous les temps, celui dont je connais les paroles par coeur depuis l'âge de 14 ans …. J'en ai 42 !!!!

Des larmes aux yeux à chaque écoute ….

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Et à chaque fois qu'il se termine, comme Kashmir, comme Stairway to heaven, comme ...... j'ai envie encore et encore…..

₪₪₪ CLOSER ₪₪₪

Nine Inch Nails (The downlward spiral - 1994)

Ma découverte aux Eurockéennes …. An 2000, une surprise j'attendais Travis (annulé) je suis tombée sur NIN, une révélation pour moi qui ne connaissait pas Trevor…..ma préférée reste CLoser, peut être à cause des paroles …..

You let me violate you.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You let me complicate you.
Help me.
I broke apart my insides.
Help me.
I've got no soul to sell.
Help me.
The only thing that works for me.
Help me get away from myself.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.
You get me closer to God.

You can have my isolation.
You can have the hate that it brings.
You can have my absence of faith.
You can have my everything.
Help me.
Tear down my reason.
Help me.
It's your sex I can smell.
Help me.
You make me perfect.
Help me become somebody else.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
My whole existence is flawed.
You get me closer to God.

Through every forest.
Above the trees.
Within my stomach.
Scraped off my knees.
I drink the honey inside your hive.
You are the reason I stay alive.

Pas mal non ????

₪₪₪ RAGS TO RAGS ₪₪₪

Eels (Beautiful freak - 1996)

Un peu plus gai, un peu moins fuck !!!! Eels et Monsieur E dans un de leur meilleurs morceaux …. Argh …… pourquoi par moment la musique nous fait elle cet effet …. Comme si un morceau avait été écrit rien que pour nous …… ou mieux !!! c'est moi qui l'ai composé !!! si si c'est vrai !!!

There's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror
Right on top of my right eye
And i can't stop staring back
How did i get this way?
Take a big look at a living lie

Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to riches was a bust

Sometimes i dream about it
What it's like back home
The railroad tracks and the pussy willow
But i had to leave it
Now i go back
Whenever my tired head hits the pillow

Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to riches was a bust

Busted once again
Well i'll show them one day
That i can buy and sell the world

And one day i'll come through my american dream
But it won't mean a fucking thing

Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go

₪₪₪ KASHMIR ₪₪₪

Led Zepplin ( 1975 )

Comment voulez vous que je fasse un avis sans Led Zep ...... inconcevable !!! parler de Stairway to heaven !!!! non trop facile, ma chanson culte (à danser uniquement avec quelqu'un que vous aimez beaucoup idem pour Hotel California …..)

Non la c'est Kashmir !! pourquoi ??? pour le classique bien sur, cet orchestre philharmonique accompagnant le groupe est d'une grande ingéniosité pour l'époque …. Et ce morceau est tout simplement incontournable, indémodable …. Cette voix…. cette musique ces envolées de cordes en font le morceau à écouter à fond par exemple ……

Morceau préféré de mes voisins …. Monsieur et Madame peuteus ….. beaufs qui ne supportent aucune musique …ceci est une dédicace rien que pour vous …..qui dure plus de 8 minutes……

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin' through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there

₪₪₪ ERNESTINE ₪₪₪

Noir Désir ( 666.667 club - 1996 )

Vous n'avez tout de même pas cru, pour ceux qui n'ont pas craqué et sont arrivés là que j'allais faire un avis musical sans parler de Noir Désir et de MA CHANSON FRANCAISE PREFEREE !!!!!!

Comment vous parler de ce monument, encore par mon amour du mélange rock / violons ??? ce morceau est tout bonnement extraordinaire, par ces paroles, par sa musique par la façon qu'a Bertrand de la chanter ……je ne sais : c'est un savant mélange qui me fait complètement craquer et c'est pour cela que je voulais terminer par celui ci …. C'est un miracle musical et comme tout miracle …. Cela ne se produit pas souvant…..

Ernestine
J'en ai connu des comme toi
Un peu plus fines, un peu moins sûres de leur loi

Un de plus
C'est dans les us
Du pays des sortilèges

Parfum de Chine
Ou bien de n'importe quoi
Et ton Austin, qui of course ne démarre pas

Dors c'est mieux
Ou cherche des yeux
Le prochain clown qui te guette

Ernestine, Ernestine
Tu entends des voix, reste digne!

Ernestine, les places sont chères ici-bas
Le chant des cimes
S'atteint ou ne s'atteint pas

Passent les nuits
Chassent les bruits
Il y en a d'autres qui te suivent

Ernestine ………………

Merci !!!!! je ne sais pas pour vous mais pour moi ce fut une réel plaisir que de me fondre dans ces morceaux qui d'ailleurs apparaissent dans cet avis non pas par ordre de préférence, mais tel que les disques me sont apparus en faisant cette sélection qui j'espère vous aura plut !!!

Plokton