The Hobbit par J.R.R. Tolkien, 1937

The Ballad Of Bilbo Baggins par Leonard Nimoy

Alors là... C'est juste une tuerie! Mr Spock qui chante une chanson sur Bilbo le Hobbit c'est tout simplement incroyable!

Je pense que la dimension humouristique pourrait être étudiée ici également!

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The Ballad Of Bilbo Baggins Lyrics

In The Middle Of The Earth In The Land Of The Shire
lives A Brave Little Hobbit Whom We All Admire.
with His Long Wooden Pipe,
fuzzy, Woolly Toes,
he Lives In A Hobbit-Hole And Everybody Knows Him

bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
he's Only Three Feet Tall
bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
the Bravest Little Hobbit Of Them All

now Hobbits Are A Peace-Lovin' Folks You Know
they Don't Like To Hurry And They Take Things Slow
they Don't Like To Travel Away From Home
they Just Want To Eat And Be Left Alone
but One Day Bilbo Was Asked To Go
on A Big Adventure To The Caves Below,
to Help Some Dwarves Get Back Their Gold
that Was Stolen By A Dragon In The Days Of Old.


bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
he's Only Three Feet Tall
bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
the Bravest Little Hobbit Of Them All

well He Fought With The Goblins!
he Battled A Troll!!
he Riddled With Gollum!!!
a Magic Ring He Stole!!!!
he Was Chased By Wolves!!!!!
lost In The Forest!!!!!!
escaped In A Barrel From The Elf-King's Halls!!!!!!!

bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
the Bravest Little Hobbit Of Them All

now He's Back In His Hole In The Land Of The Shire,
that Brave Little Hobbit Whom We All Admire,
just A-Sittin' On A Treasure Of Silver And Gold
a-Puffin' On His Pipe In His Hobbit-Hole.

bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
he's Only Three Feet Tall
bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
the Bravest Little Hobbit Of Them All

The Bard's Song par Blind Guardian 

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Now you all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song

[Refrain]
Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs

There's only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over
And it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name of the one
Who tells the story

[Refrain]
Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known
And you're not alone
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain
They all will remain

In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men
And elves
Come close your eyes
You can see them, too

Animal Farm par George Orwell, 1945

Animal in Man par Dead Prez est une chanson rap inspirée du roman. J'avoue que le morceau est très beau et les paroles exploitables:

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*two guys talking*
(guy 1)
Help me!
(guy 2)
You want me to help you?
Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction

(narrator)
Once upon a time
There was a very serious situation growing
There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals
And this is the story of their times

Verse 1
Old man sammy had a farm
Walked the land with the wife
Most of the time shit was calm
His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor
From the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable
This is how we kept food on this table (maxing)
You would have he was disabled by the way he be relaxing
Acting like mr. magnificent
But the animals were thinking something different
The sentiment was tension in the barnyard
Throughout the years they had been through mad drama
With the farmer, word is bond
And they all came to one conclusion
They argued there was no way they'd ever be free
If it was up to humans
Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable
And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals
They planned a full attack
Under the leadership of hannibal
The fattest pig in the pack
The next morning on the farm
Everything was calm
Just before dawn
But before long
The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric
Now check it
This is when that shit got hectic
Directed by hannibal, the animals attacked
Old sam was in a state of shock
And fell up on his back
And dropped his rifle
Reaching in vain
Each and every creature from the field at his throat
Screaming "kill, feel the pain."

Chorus
This is the animal in man
This is the animal in you
This is the animal in man
Coming true (2x)

Verse 2
After they ran the farmer off the farm
The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn
Hannibal spoke for several hours
But when talks about his plans for power
That's when the conversation turned sour
He issued an offical ordinance to set
If not a pig from this day forth then you insubordinate
That's when the horses went buckwild
One of them shouted out
"you fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style!"
Hannibal's face was flushed and pale
All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal
He felt the same way sam felt
They took his tongue out of his mouth
And cut his body up for sale, for real
You better listen while you can
Its a very thin line between animal and man
When hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand
What would have done?
Shook his hand?
This is the animal in man

Pigs par Pink Floyd. Tirée de l'album Animals cet extrait, comme les autres de l'album, sont inspirés de l'oeuvre d'Orwell.

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Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying 'Keep on digging'
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Bus stop rat bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You ****ed up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Hey you, Whitehouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You got to stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry