Archives mensuelles : août 2022

L’horreur en plein coeur de New York, quand un cheval qui tractait une calèche s’est effondré, victime d’épuisement et de la chaleur devant les passants en colère

L’horreur en plein coeur de New York, quand un cheval qui tractait une calèche s’est effondré victime d’épuisement et de la chaleur. Une image révoltante alors que l’homme qui dirigeait la calèche le frappait à plusieurs reprises et lui ordonnait de « se lever ».

« Et si je te giflais comme ça, mon pote ? » a demandé un passant inquiet. « Arrêtez de le gifler », a-t-on entendu implorer une autre femme. « J’essaie de le relever, d’accord », a déclaré le conducteur en fouettant deux fois le cheval avec les rênes. Mais le cheval découragé s’est ensuite allongé sur le côté de la route et a posé sa tête sur l’asphalte brûlant.

Un groupe de policiers est alors arrivé et a été filmé en train d’arroser le cheval d’eau, avec de l’eau froide alors que les températures étaient à plus de 40 dans la rue.

« J’ai vu le cheval s’effondrer. Il était manifestement mal nourri, déshydraté, affamé. Le gars a commencé à fouetter son cheval et lui a dit de se relever au lieu de lui donner de l’eau », a déclaré Kelvin Gonzalez, chauffeur d’Uber Eats, 25 ans, au Post. « Je lui ai dit : ‘Mec, arrête de le fouetter, donne-lui de l’eau. C’est un cheval, pas une machine. »

« Le cheval a renversé l’eau parce qu’il était tellement désorienté.  Il a léché l’eau sur le sol parce qu’il avait tellement soif. Le chauffeur s’en fichait. Il s’en fichait. Il voulait juste remonter son cheval pour gagner plus d’argent », a déclaré le témoin.

Grâce à l’intervention des forces de l’ordre, le cheval a pu être remis sur pattes et a été transporté dans un hôpital vétérinaire.

Un triste événement qui a relancé la polémique sur l’utilisation de chevaux dans les rues pour transporter les touristes…

1 jour 1 chanson MC Lyte : Brooklyn

un peu de hiphop

MC LYTE « BROOKLYN » [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO] – YouTube

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Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Oh, I got the intro along with the cash flow
Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos
Yeah, I’m hard, I get sexy like Veronica
A sexin’ instrument like the philharmonica

No, I ain’t tall but I’m small and I’m slender
Ask him who’s been in, shit is like tender
If he didn’t like it, return to sender
He didn’t do that, it’s too fat, he remembers

Never ever, have I ever said I was good lookin’
Just one bad ass bitch from Brooklyn
Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks
Makin’ niggas drop whenever we hit the block

They hear Brooklyn, and we up to no good
Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood
Timbos scuffed up, sess bein’ puffed up
Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

I got the rhythm that’ll rip up shows, blow down foes
They kill at will to get a taste of my flow
Vocally I rock, locally and worldwide
Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried

‘Cause when you come from where I come from
You gotta be tough
‘Cause niggas’ll call your bluff quick enough
‘Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin’ tricks

I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J
For givin’ up the props to the girls around the way
It ain’t safe after dark to throw a jam in the park
If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc

‘Cause we get down when it comes to a jam
Just watch your back pocket, keep a eye on the man
If your town is like my town, you don’t wanna mess around
Wind up gettin’ bagged up, beat down

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Everywhere that I step they know my rep
‘Cause I’m sayin’ and doin’ ill shit they won’t forget
Breakin’ down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that’s yours and I be rippin’ the whole tour

Comin’ hard for your section, slow up
Live in the flesh and about to blow up
So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up
Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you’re booked

You gotta be hard ’cause I ain’t with softies
Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this
So come with your game ’cause you can’t be lame
As soon as you walk, I’m forgettin’ your name

As long as you know all that enter are equal
Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in the East Coast
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people on the West
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to the people up North
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people down South
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to the people in Brooklyn
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people in the Bronx
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Compton
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people goin’ uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Detroit
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Houston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Boston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Jersey
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Georgia
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Richmond
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people in Cali
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Queens
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people goin’ uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in the islands
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people on the beach
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Miami
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
I send peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

Auteurs-compositeurs : Moorer Lana Michele, Spice Jah Mikal, Stacy Jerrod, Joseph Bobby B
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1 jour 1 chanson John Mayer : City love

un peu de guitare pour parler de New York

City Love (Live) by John Mayer (Crossroads Guitar Festival) – YouTube

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Paroles

I never liked this apple much
It always seemed too big to touch
I can’t remember how I found
My way before she came around

I tell everyone
I smile just because
I’ve got a city love
I found it in Lydia
And I can’t remember life before her name

She keeps a toothbrush at my place
As if I had the extra space
She steals my clothes to wear to work
I know her hairs are on my shirts

I tell everyone
I smile just because
I’ve got a city love
I found it in Lydia

And I can’t remember life before
The day
She called up and came to me
Covered in rain
And dinner time shadowing
And as her clothes spun, we spooned
And I knew I was through
When I said « I love you »

Friday evening, we’ve been drinking
2 AM, I swear I might propose

But we close the tab
Split a cab
And call each other up when we get home
Falling asleep to the sound
Of sirens

I’ve got a city love

I found it in Lydia

From the battery
To the gallery
It’s the kind of thing you only see
In scented, glossy magazines

And I can’t remember life before her name

Auteurs-compositeurs : John Clayton Mayer
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson Matchbox : Twenty bright lights

Matchbox Twenty – Bright Lights (Official Video) – YouTube

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She got out of town
On a railway, New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
Some things in this world you just can’t change
Some things you can’t see until it gets too late

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home

I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world, man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t need until they leave you
They’re the things that you miss, you say

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home

Let that city take you in (Come on home)
Let that city spit you out (Come on home)
Let that city take you down, yeah

For God’s sake, turn around

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
Turn yourself around and come on home

Yeah, come on home
Maybe, maybe, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home

Auteurs-compositeurs : Rob Thomas
Pour utilisation non commerciale uniquement.
Données de : Musixmatch