MUZ Muziek
Het forum voor 's werelds enige universele hobby! Snaren of toetsen, vinyl of cd, eendagsvlieg of rasartiest, op de radio of op een festival! Hier kun je al je ongebreideld enthousiasme, maar ook je weldoordachte kritische noten kwijt over muziek
quote:De Top 2000 is een radioprogramma van het Nederlandse station Radio 2 en wordt sinds 1999 uitgezonden aan het eind van elk jaar. De uitzending begint om 0:00 uur op tweede Kerstdag en gaat non-stop door tot 0:00 uur op Oudjaarsnacht. Bovendien worden alle nummers het hele volgende jaar in wisselende volgorde via het DAB- en Internetkanaal Top 2000 uitgezonden.
Tussen kerst en oud en nieuw worden de 2000 populairste platen aller tijden gedraaid. Wat de populairste platen zijn wordt door de luisteraars bepaald, door middel van een stemming op internet. De nummer 1 was tussen 1999 en 2004 het nummer Bohemian Rhapsody van Queen. In 2005 stond het nummer 'Avond' van Boudewijn de Groot op nummer 1, maar in 2006 heeft Queen de nummer 1 positie herwonnen.
Presentatie
0100 - 0600 Bert Haandrikman
0600 - 0900 Ron Stoeltie
0900 - 1200 Daniel Dekker
1200 - 1400 Frits Spits
1400 - 1700 Hans Schiffers + de laatste uren op de 31ste.
1700 - 1900 Bert Kranenbarg
1900 - 2100 Jan-Willem Roodbeen
2100 - 2300 Stefan Stasse
2300 - 0100 Sander De heer
Lijst downloaden ? dan kan hier in xls en hier in pdf De lijst incl. positie in 2006 is hier te downloaden.
De lijst per uur vind je hier
Via internet luisteren ? dat kan hier
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Top 2000 editie '07 centraal #1
De Top 2000 editie 2007 #2: waar de stembus gesloten is
De Top 2000 editie 2007 #3: Queen wéér op 1
De Top 2000 editie 2007 #4 We zijn begonnen!
Top2000 #5: nog heel veel platen te gaan
Top2000 editie 2007 #6: waar The Smiths ontbreken
Top2000 editie 2007 #7: Keep on Rocky in a free world!
Top2000 editie 2007 #8: Something happened to the TT
Top2000 editie 2007 #9: Roll over Morrissey
Top 2000 editie 2007 # 10: voor nachtbrakers
Top 2000 editie 2007 # 11: Egbert Douwe vs. Douwe Egberts
Top 2000 editie 2007 # 12: door tot het gaatje *O*
Top 2000 editie 2007 # 13: Let's spend the Top2000 together
Top2000 Editie 2007 #14 Waar we leunen op Crazy Horses!
Top2000 Editie 2007 #15: Een goed jaar voor de Iglesiasjes
Top2000 Editie 2007 #16: China, one day we'll meet again...
Top2000 Editie 2007 #17: Guus kom naar huus!
Top2000 Editie 2007 #18: De melk is op
Top2000 Editie 2007 #19: Muziek in het paradijs
Top2000 Editie 2007 #20: Wir sind wie Marianne Rosenberg
Top2000 Editie 2007 #21: We can't get it out of our head
Top2000 Editie 2007 #22: Alweer bijna op de helft.
Top2000 Editie 2007 #23: Celine, Marianne en Frans Ahoy
Top2000 Editie 2007 #24: En snel weer verder
Top2000 Editie 2007 #25: Het uur van Jeff Buckley...
Top 2000 Editie 2007 #26: Peeaarrlyyydummmmm....dummmm.dummm
Top 2000 Editie 2007 #27: Speciaal voor de nachtbrakers.
Top2000 Editie 2007 #28: Met real men en mrs. Robinson
Top2000 Editie 2007 #29: Don't dream it's over
Top2000 Editie 2007 #30: Starting from Kingston Town
De OP vind je hier
Als je het topic sluit, graag dan ook een nieuwe openen
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
You just caaaaall out my nahaaame 
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 22:55 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
De afsluiters voor dag 4:
624 Hollies - He ain't heavy, he's my brother (1969) 581
622 Ben E. King - Stand by me (1987) 953
620 Hollies - The air that I breathe (1974) 490
618 Albert Hammond - The Free Electric Band (1973) 788
tvp
woensdag 24 juni 2008 01:51 schreef clumsy_clown het volgende:
Je topics zijn kut. Die klacht bijvoorbeeld, is pure vervuiling.
Je topics zijn kut. Die klacht bijvoorbeeld, is pure vervuiling.
Ik snap nu ineens waarom bij veel rouwadvertenties 'geen bloemen' staat.
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:10 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Ik snap nu ineens waarom bij veel rouwadvertenties 'geen bloemen' staat.
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
HaHAquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:10 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Ik snap nu ineens waarom bij veel rouwadvertenties 'geen bloemen' staat.
Herken je ze alle 5 ?
Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
He ain't heavy
De versie van de Housemartins is ook mooi, helemaal a cappella
De versie van de Housemartins is ook mooi, helemaal a cappella
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
En zie daar wederom een Bob Dylan-connectie op de hoesquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:12 schreef qonmann het volgende:
[..]
HaHA
Herken je ze alle 5 ?
[ afbeelding ]
die zoek ik eigenlijk altijd, die connecties 
ook nog met sorry suzanne en Blowin in the wind
Wat een koopje !!
(ooit live gezien deze band)
Wat een koopje !!
(ooit live gezien deze band)
Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ik snap deze tekst nooit.
Hij is niet zwaar, hij is mijn broer.
Is er nog een andere voordehandliggende betekenis van heavy?
Hij is niet zwaar, hij is mijn broer.
Is er nog een andere voordehandliggende betekenis van heavy?
The title came from the motto for Boys Town, a community formed in 1917 by a Catholic priest named Father Edward Flanagan. Located in Omaha, Nebraska, it was a place where troubled or homeless boys could come for help. In 1941, Father Flanagan was looking at a magazine called The Messenger when he came across a drawing of a boy carrying a younger boy on his back, with the caption, "He ain't heavy Mr., he's my brother." Father Flanagan thought the image and phrase captured the spirit of Boys Town, so he got permission and commissioned a statue of the drawing with the inscription, "He ain't heavy Father, he's my brother." The statue and phrase became the logo for Boys Town. In 1979, girls were allowed and the name was eventually changed to Girls And Boys Town. The logo was updated with a drawing of a girl carrying a younger girl added.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:14 schreef Modus het volgende:
Ik snap deze tekst nooit.
Hij is niet zwaar, hij is mijn broer.
Is er nog een andere voordehandliggende betekenis van heavy?
Wat grappig, merci.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:15 schreef Dylanesque het volgende:
The title came from the motto for Boys Town, a community formed in 1917 by a Catholic priest named Father Edward Flanagan. Located in Omaha, Nebraska, it was a place where troubled or homeless boys could come for help. In 1941, Father Flanagan was looking at a magazine called The Messenger when he came across a drawing of a boy carrying a younger boy on his back, with the caption, "He ain't heavy Mr., he's my brother." Father Flanagan thought the image and phrase captured the spirit of Boys Town, so he got permission and commissioned a statue of the drawing with the inscription, "He ain't heavy Father, he's my brother." The statue and phrase became the logo for Boys Town. In 1979, girls were allowed and the name was eventually changed to Girls And Boys Town. The logo was updated with a drawing of a girl carrying a younger girl added.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
wie is dit?
woensdag 24 juni 2008 01:51 schreef clumsy_clown het volgende:
Je topics zijn kut. Die klacht bijvoorbeeld, is pure vervuiling.
Je topics zijn kut. Die klacht bijvoorbeeld, is pure vervuiling.
zo leer ik zelf ook nog eens watquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:18 schreef Modus het volgende:
Ah, ik snap het Dylanesque.
Mmm, als ik de site van radio 2 moet geloven is dit een nummer uit 1987
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
Tuurlijk, wist je dat niet? Tjemig. Mensch.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:20 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Mmm, als ik de site van radio 2 moet geloven is dit een nummer uit 1987 [ afbeelding ]
Fischer Zet ..briljante vondst
Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Het is in 1987 opnieuw uitgebracht. Maar het stamt uiteraard uit de jaren '60.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:20 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Mmm, als ik de site van radio 2 moet geloven is dit een nummer uit 1987 [ afbeelding ]
De Sahara is zonder meer erg droog.
quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:20 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Mmm, als ik de site van radio 2 moet geloven is dit een nummer uit 1987 [ afbeelding ]
Dan vind ik John Lennon z'n versie erg knap gedaan
quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:22 schreef qonmann het volgende:
[ afbeelding ]
Fischer Zet ..briljante vondst
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
Ja hè, vond ik ook, heb ik nog gepost in het Top 2000 a gogo-topicquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:25 schreef Berkery het volgende:
Ik vond John Watts gisteren wel aandoenlijk met zijn ouders
Mooie reportages hebben ze daar toch altijd, maar dit jaar overtreffen ze zichzelf.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
The Hollies ...-no cigarettes..ze waren hun tijd vooruit
Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
En allemaal: Soooometiiiimes
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
If I could make a wish
I think I'd pass
can't think of anything i need....
no cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
nothing to eat, no books to read
making love with you
has left me peaceful, warm and tired
what more could I ask
there's nothing left, to be desired
peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
so sleep, silent angel
go to sleep........
Sometimes
all I need is the air that I breathe
and to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
just to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe.......
Peace came upon me
and it leaves me weak
so sleep silent angel
go to sleep.......
Sometimes
all I need is the air that I breathe
and to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
yes to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
just to love you.......
I think I'd pass
can't think of anything i need....
no cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
nothing to eat, no books to read
making love with you
has left me peaceful, warm and tired
what more could I ask
there's nothing left, to be desired
peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
so sleep, silent angel
go to sleep........
Sometimes
all I need is the air that I breathe
and to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
just to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe.......
Peace came upon me
and it leaves me weak
so sleep silent angel
go to sleep.......
Sometimes
all I need is the air that I breathe
and to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
yes to love you
all I need is the air that I breathe
just to love you.......
619 George Michael - Jesus to a child (1996) 591
Kindness in your eyes
I guess you heard me cry
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
I'm blessed, I know
Heaven sent and heaven stole
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
>From all this pain?
I thought I'd never feel the same
About anyone
Or anything again
But now I know
When you find love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you
On those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there's no hope in sight
Sadness in your eyes
No one guessed, or no one tried
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
Loveless and cold
With your last breath you saved my soul
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
>From all these
I've waited for you all those years
And just when it began
He took your love away
But I still say
When you find love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you
On those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there's no hope in sight
So the words you could not say
I'll sing them for you
And the love we would have made
I'll make it for two
For every single memory
Has become a part of me
You will always be
My love
Well, I've been loved
So I know just what love is
And the lover that I kissed
Is always by my side
Oh the lover I still miss
Was Jesus to a child
Kindness in your eyes
I guess you heard me cry
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
I'm blessed, I know
Heaven sent and heaven stole
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
>From all this pain?
I thought I'd never feel the same
About anyone
Or anything again
But now I know
When you find love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you
On those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there's no hope in sight
Sadness in your eyes
No one guessed, or no one tried
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
Loveless and cold
With your last breath you saved my soul
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
>From all these
I've waited for you all those years
And just when it began
He took your love away
But I still say
When you find love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you
On those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there's no hope in sight
So the words you could not say
I'll sing them for you
And the love we would have made
I'll make it for two
For every single memory
Has become a part of me
You will always be
My love
Well, I've been loved
So I know just what love is
And the lover that I kissed
Is always by my side
Oh the lover I still miss
Was Jesus to a child
He bah....hier vinnik dus echt niets aan he 
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Ik ook niet, het laat me volledig koud... En hij heeft nog wel zo'n mooie stem.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:32 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
He bah....hier vinnik dus echt niets aan he
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
Maar hierna weer een knallertquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:32 schreef Fred_B het volgende:
Dit vind ik eigenlijk te saai.
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Amenquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:32 schreef Fred_B het volgende:
Dit vind ik eigenlijk te saai.
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
618 Albert Hammond - The Free Electric Band (1973) 788
My father is a doctor, he's a familiy man
My mother works for charity whenever she can
They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law
They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war.
My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
For summers in a summercamp and winters in the town
My future in the system was talked about and planned
But I gave it up for music and the Free Electric Band.
I went to school in handwashed shirts with neatly oiled hair
And the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
And the teacher taught us values that we had to learn to keep
And they clipped the ear of many idle kid who went to sleep.
Till my father organised for me a college in the east
But I went to California for the sunshine and the beach
My parents and my lecturers could never understand
Why I gave it up for music and the Free electric band.
Well they used to sit and speculated upon their son's career
A lawyer or a docter or a civil engineer
Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand
'Cos all I need is music and the Free Electric Band.
My father sent me money and I spent it pretty fast
On a girl I met in Berkley in a social science class
Yes and we learned about her body but her mind we did not know
Until deep routed attitudes and morals began to show
She wanted to get married even though she never said
And I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
So I gave her up for music and the Free Electric Band.
Oooh the Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
etc...
My father is a doctor, he's a familiy man
My mother works for charity whenever she can
They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law
They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war.
My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
For summers in a summercamp and winters in the town
My future in the system was talked about and planned
But I gave it up for music and the Free Electric Band.
I went to school in handwashed shirts with neatly oiled hair
And the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
And the teacher taught us values that we had to learn to keep
And they clipped the ear of many idle kid who went to sleep.
Till my father organised for me a college in the east
But I went to California for the sunshine and the beach
My parents and my lecturers could never understand
Why I gave it up for music and the Free electric band.
Well they used to sit and speculated upon their son's career
A lawyer or a docter or a civil engineer
Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand
'Cos all I need is music and the Free Electric Band.
My father sent me money and I spent it pretty fast
On a girl I met in Berkley in a social science class
Yes and we learned about her body but her mind we did not know
Until deep routed attitudes and morals began to show
She wanted to get married even though she never said
And I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
So I gave her up for music and the Free Electric Band.
Oooh the Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
etc...
Albert Hammond 
Vrolijk nummer
Vrolijk nummer
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
quote:
ff proberen...
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Albert Hammond jr.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:35 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
Voor 1 punt...
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Van het Hammondorgel?
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Van The Strokesquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:37 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
[..]
Jaaaa duh... En waar kennen we die van?
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
The Strokesquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:37 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
[..]
Jaaaa duh... En waar kennen we die van?
617 Bread - Guitar man (1972) 694
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby it's the guitar man.
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man,
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play.
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home.
He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play,
Anyway got to play, anyway Got to play
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby it's the guitar man.
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man,
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play.
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home.
He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play,
Anyway got to play, anyway Got to play
iddquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:38 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
Hè bah, weer radicaal weggedraaid.
Behalve Split Enz vind ik het restant van dit uur maar zeer matig
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
616 Youssou n'Dour & Neneh Cherry - 7 seconds (1994) 576
Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
Khamouma li neka thi sama suuf ak thi guinaw
Beugouma kouma khol daldine yaw li neka si yaw
Mo ne si man li ne si mane moye dilene diapale
{TRANSLATION:}
{Don't see me from a distance}
{Don't look at my smile}
{And think that I don't know}
{What's under and behind me}
{I don't want you to look at me and think}
{What's in you is in me}
{What's in me is to help them}
Roughness and rudeness, we should be using
On the ones who practice wicked charms
For the sword and the stone, bad to the bone
Battle's not over even when it's won
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept of the tone the skin is living in
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
J'assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout
J'aimerais qu'un dublie leur couleur pour qu'ils esperent
Beacoup de sentiments de race qui font qu'ils desesperent
Je veux les portes grandement ouvertes
Des amis pour parler de leur peine
De leur joie pour qu'ils leur filent
Des infos qui ne divisent pas changer
{TRANSLATION:}
{I assume the reasons that push us to change everything}
{I would like us to forget about their color}
{So they can try to be optimistic}
{Too many views on race that make them desparate}
{Let's leave the door wide open}
{So they can talk about their pain and joy}
{Then we can give them information}
{That will bring us all together}
Seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept of the tone the skin is living in
And there's a million voices
And there's a million voices
To tell you what she should be thinking
So you better sober up for just a second
Seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
Khamouma li neka thi sama suuf ak thi guinaw
Beugouma kouma khol daldine yaw li neka si yaw
Mo ne si man li ne si mane moye dilene diapale
{TRANSLATION:}
{Don't see me from a distance}
{Don't look at my smile}
{And think that I don't know}
{What's under and behind me}
{I don't want you to look at me and think}
{What's in you is in me}
{What's in me is to help them}
Roughness and rudeness, we should be using
On the ones who practice wicked charms
For the sword and the stone, bad to the bone
Battle's not over even when it's won
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept of the tone the skin is living in
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
J'assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout
J'aimerais qu'un dublie leur couleur pour qu'ils esperent
Beacoup de sentiments de race qui font qu'ils desesperent
Je veux les portes grandement ouvertes
Des amis pour parler de leur peine
De leur joie pour qu'ils leur filent
Des infos qui ne divisent pas changer
{TRANSLATION:}
{I assume the reasons that push us to change everything}
{I would like us to forget about their color}
{So they can try to be optimistic}
{Too many views on race that make them desparate}
{Let's leave the door wide open}
{So they can talk about their pain and joy}
{Then we can give them information}
{That will bring us all together}
Seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept of the tone the skin is living in
And there's a million voices
And there's a million voices
To tell you what she should be thinking
So you better sober up for just a second
Seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
It's not a second, seven seconds away
Just as long as stay, I'll be waiting
Haar concert in Amstrerdamm werd kortgeleden afgelast., krijg nu geld terug
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Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Daar ben ik geen fan vanquote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:42 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
Met Neneh.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
Dit is helemaal jouw nummer he?quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:41 schreef nipeng het volgende:
616 Youssou n'Dour & Neneh Cherry - 7 seconds (1994) 576
Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
No Dukes of Hazzard in the classroom
dit heb ik altijd al een irritant liedje gevonden
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
En bij mij op de basisschool verzonnen ze er tekstjes bij.quote:Op zaterdag 29 december 2007 23:44 schreef nipeng het volgende:
615 André Rieu - The second waltz (1994) 1140
Bwahahahahahaha
