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:Op zondag 30 december 2007 22:19 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
[..]
herstel: naief èn paranoïde
Ik dacht meer.... misschien kan ik MM op die manier een beter gevoel geven...
I love music |Ajax forever
http://frontpage.fok.nl/c(...)-feest-of-farce.html
http://frontpage.fok.nl/c(...)-feest-of-farce.html
mad eye moody
Op dinsdag 22 februari 2022 22:22 pleurde Nizno zoals gewoonlijk een onzinnige tekst op FOK!
Vragen ..hel mooi nummer van de Moody Blues
Niet geschoten is altijd mis..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Ach Margrietje, de Rozen zullen bloeien..
Moody blues > Question
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must chose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to,
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old,
The secrets of our soul.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me,
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must chose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life,
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to,
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old,
The secrets of our soul.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me,
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for.
Make love, not war ☮
Geen inside info wat betreft radio 2, wel van andere lijsten van zenders en daar is 0,0 % echt van.quote:Op zondag 30 december 2007 22:22 schreef Neleos het volgende:
Maarre newbie, van jou zijn het toch ook gewoon vermoedens, of heb je inside informatie?
Nou vooruit, omdat ze uit Twente komt.....
Ilse De Lange i still cry
I'm making flowers out of paper,
while darkness takes the afternoon.
I know that they won't last forever,
but real ones fade away too soon.
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
It's just that I recall september.
It's just that I still hear your song.
It's just I can't seem to remember,
forever more those days are gone.
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry.....
Ilse De Lange i still cry
I'm making flowers out of paper,
while darkness takes the afternoon.
I know that they won't last forever,
but real ones fade away too soon.
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
It's just that I recall september.
It's just that I still hear your song.
It's just I can't seem to remember,
forever more those days are gone.
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
I still cry, sometimes when I remember you.
I still cry, sometimes when I hear your name.
I said goodbye and I know you're allright now,
but when the leaves start falling down, I still cry..
But when the leaves start falling down, I still cry.....
Make love, not war ☮
