CBL Can't Buy Me Love
Het forum waarin je alles kwijt kunt over dit realityprogramma waarin alles draait om geld en relaties.
Je vergeet 101 
Hoe kan ik nu slapen? 
Hoe kan ik nu slapen?
Het maakt ook niet uit of je koopt, kraakt of huurt, buurvrouw is steeds in de buurt.
Hebben we die niet al allemaal afgeleverd in Rotterdam?quote:
Some memories are best forgotten
Room 23
Room 23
Flikker op met je Lee 
Het maakt ook niet uit of je koopt, kraakt of huurt, buurvrouw is steeds in de buurt.
Welke Net5serie, APK?
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Die ene met vrouwen die over mannen lullen enzo.quote:
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
Iedereen is een kutlultrut
Muizen? Kleine harige opdonders met een kaas fixatie., en Lucie Ball die gillend op een tafel staat in een oudbollige tv serie. En een vaste PI is KUT !!!! NIET doen
Muizen? Kleine harige opdonders met een kaas fixatie., en Lucie Ball die gillend op een tafel staat in een oudbollige tv serie. En een vaste PI is KUT !!!! NIET doen
morgen weer vroeg. Voetbal enzo 
Dus nu dan maar pitten 
Dus nu dan maar pitten
Het maakt ook niet uit of je koopt, kraakt of huurt, buurvrouw is steeds in de buurt.
Dat soort muziek trek ik zo niet.
En wees eens concreter, APK! Voordat mijn sigaret voor het slapen gaan op is.
En wees eens concreter, APK! Voordat mijn sigaret voor het slapen gaan op is.
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Als "jouw producten" daar momenteel voetballen dan word je bedankt.quote:Op vrijdag 31 oktober 2008 23:47 schreef Manu82 het volgende:
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Hebben we die niet al allemaal afgeleverd in Rotterdam?
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
Ja OK!quote:Op vrijdag 31 oktober 2008 23:55 schreef fanvanheteersteuur het volgende:
ik zal is effe was sfeer brengen hier
jullie zijn vastgeroest
En nu écht los.
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
Doe eens een link naar de specifieke post.quote:Op vrijdag 31 oktober 2008 23:59 schreef Copycat het volgende:
Dat soort muziek trek ik zo niet.
En wees eens concreter, APK! Voordat mijn sigaret voor het slapen gaan op is.
karn en ik zitten op mijn account te posten.
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
[CBL SC #100] Hi Ha Honderd!
Ik lees 't morgen wel. Eventueel.
Ik lees 't morgen wel. Eventueel.
Curiosity cultured the cat
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Hoge dames vangen veel wind
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say!
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Yeaahuhuhuh..
I'ts always ten
I'm gonna take all out of the Albert Hall now ladies and gentlemen
Down past pizzeria
down to that..
roundabout, where there is a big bottleneck,
past there,
on the way to Heathrow,
past Heathrow, down on the A3,
get to Bring, get out of your car, get on to the beach, something murkiest and dark, and oracles flowing past, but not bother because I'm gonna take you somewhere beyond the sea,
and thát is a seamless link!
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin' for me
My lover stands on golden sand
And watches the ships that go sailin'
Somewhere beyond the star
She's there watchin' for me
My lover stands on golden sand
And watches the ships that go sailin'
It's far beyond the star
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet I know we meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just like before
Happy we'll be, beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin'
Ohh yeahh, Ohho yeahh!
I know beyond a doubt,
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet, I know we'll meet
Beyond the shore
We'll kiss just like before
Happy we'll be, beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin'
No more sailin'
How you doing at the top there, are yeh okay?
Ladies and Gentleman everybody in the audience I want you to,... can you click for me?
Let me see you click
now I want you all to do your jazz faces aswell, mine goes a bit like this,
It's like you f.. smell something like you really should'nt smell but you can it dig it at the same time, like your own farts...
Sorry..!
No more sailin'
So long farewell, bye bye, no more sailing!
Goodbye, farewell, so long, no more sailin'
That's right, no more sailin'
One more time Stevie
One more again...
then!
Ah one more
One more time!
No more sailing
Lets go click ladies and gentlemen!
Give yourself a round of applause
there I think
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
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"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Wiep wiep!
Li la li.. wiep wie-wiep!
Li la li.. wiep wie-wiep!
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
JESUSI only want to say,
If there is a way,
Take this cup away from me.
For I don't want to taste its poison.
Feel it burn me,
I have changed.
I'm not as sure, as when we started.
Then, I was inspired.
Now, I'm sad and tired.
Listen, surely I've exceeded expectations,
Tried for three years, seems like thirty.
Could you ask as much from any
other man?But if I die,
See the saga through and do the
things you ask of me,
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me,
nail me to their tree.
I'd want to know, I'd want to know, My God,
I'd want to know, I'd want to know, My God,
I'd want to see, I'd want to see, My God,
I'd want to see, I'd want to see, My God,
Why I should die.
Would I be more noticed than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done matter any more?
I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord,
I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord,
I'd have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord,
I'd have to see, I'd have to see, my Lord,
If I die what will be my reward?
If I die what will be my reward?
Have to know, have to know, my Lord,
Have to know, have to know, my Lord,
Why should I die?
Why why should I die?
Can you show me now that I would
not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain.
Show me there's a reason for you wanting me to die.
You're far to keen and where and
how, but not so hot on why.
Alright, I'll die!
Just watch me die!
See, see, see how I die!
Oh, see, see how I die!
Then I was inspired.
Now, I'm sad and tired.
After all, I've tried for three
years, seems like ninety.
Why then am I scared to finish what I started,
What you started - I didn't start it.
God, thy will is hard,
But you hold every card.
I will drink your cup of poison.
Nail me to your cross and break me.
Bleed me, beat me.
Kill me. Take me, now!
Before I change my mind.
JUDASThere he is, they're all asleep the fools!
JESUSJudas, must you betray me with a kiss?
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
CROWD
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God
So tell me that I'm saved.
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God
So tell me that I'm saved.
Jesus I am with you.
Touch me, touch me, Jesus.
Jesus I am on your side.
Kiss me, kiss me, Jesus.
SIMON ZEALOTES
Christ, what more do you need to convince you
That you've made it, and you're easily as strong
As the filth from Rome who rape our country,
And who've terrorized our people for so long.
CROWD
Jesus I am with you.
Touch me, touch me, Jesus.
Jesus I am on your side.
Kiss me, kiss me, Jesus.
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God,
So tell me that I'm saved.
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God,
So tell me that I'm saved.
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God,
So tell me that I'm saved.
Christ you know I love you.
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God,
So tell me that I'm saved.
Jesus I am with you.
Touch me, touch me, Jesus.
Jesus I am on your side.
Kiss me, kiss me, Jesus.
SIMON ZEALOTES
There must be over fifty thousand
Screaming love and more for you.
And everyone of fifty thousand
Would do whatever you asked them to.
Keep them yelling their devotion,
But add a touch of hate at Rome.
You will rise to a greater power.
We will win ourselves a home.
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
Forever Amen! Amen! Amen!
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
mogguh
ff een lekkere meelaller (vanaf 3.00 minuut zeker
) als je niet meer zo tekstvast en bezopen bent
"ooohiiiiiiiiiheioheimstillalive"
ff een lekkere meelaller (vanaf 3.00 minuut zeker
) als je niet meer zo tekstvast en bezopen bent "ooohiiiiiiiiiheioheimstillalive"
Willem.quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 00:55 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
mogguh
ff een lekkere meelaller (vanaf 3.00 minuut zeker
"ooohiiiiiiiiiheioheimstillalive"
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun
Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Met de ouwe zangertquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 00:55 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
mogguh
ff een lekkere meelaller (vanaf 3.00 minuut zeker
"ooohiiiiiiiiiheioheimstillalive"
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
Ooooo oooooo ohoohohoo
Ooooo ohooohoo oooohoo
Ooooo ohoohooo oohoooo
Oohooo oohoooho ooooho
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii
Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more
Than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld
Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I hiii ?
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Ooooo oooooo oooooo
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Dat orgeltje.
Bill Wymann met die kokosnoot.
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
haha, is geinig.quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:09 schreef Gert het volgende:
Dat orgeltje.
Bill Wymann met die kokosnoot.
talking 'bout coconut en orgeltjes; put that boy in da corner. best gaaf:
yo, vanaf 2 minuut 40!quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:19 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
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haha, is geinig.
talking 'bout coconut en orgeltjes; put that boy in da corner. best gaaf:
Ik zit hier heel alleen kerstfeest te vieren
De straf die ik verdiend heb zit ik uit
Ik stal voor ons gezin, maar dat had toch geen zin
Want jij viert nu kerstfeest met een ander
Hoe heb je mij zo snel kunnen vergeten?
Waarom zit er nu een ander op mijn stoel?
Ik ben zo eenzaam hier, in die koude kille cel
Kan jij echt niet begrijpen wat ik voel?
Nu zit je bij de kerstboom met een ander
Mijn kinderen die zingen Stille Nacht
Ja stil zal het voor mij zeer zeker wezen
Met niets dat mijn verdriet verzacht
Mijn medemensen kregen een pakketje
Met de kerstwens ""Vader kom toch gauw weer thuis""
Ik kreeg de mijne niet, dat doet me veel verdriet
Niet welkom zijn in je eigen huis
Misschien mag ik mijn kinderen nog wat geven
Wat geven uit het diepste van mijn hart
Vergeten kan ik niet, daarom dit kerstfeestlied
Een lied zo vol met smart
Voor mij zullen hier geen kaarsen branden
Ik voel mij als een kerstboom zonder piek
Ik voel me zo alleen, waar moet ik straks toch heen
In gedachten hoor ik kerstmuziek
Ik zit hier heel alleen kerstfeest te vieren
De straf die ik verdiend heb zit ik uit
Ik stal voor ons gezin, maar dat had toch geen zin
Want jij viert nu kerstfeest met een ander
Misschien mag ik mijn kinderen nog wat geven
Wat geven uit het diepste van mijn hart
Vergeten kan ik niet, daarom dit kerstfeestlied
Een lied zo vol met smart
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
best, achterlangsdt je nummer maarquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:26 schreef CarOnline het volgende:
Willem, bellen?
Gert belt Karn en gooit Pim mij op
Huh?quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:26 schreef CarOnline het volgende:
Willem, bellen?
Gert belt Karn en gooit Pim mij op
Ik ben opgeladen.
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:28 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
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best, achterlangsdt je nummer maar
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
niks d'r van! die dikke zuigt lullen in de helquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:27 schreef CarOnline het volgende:
Ik zit hier heel alleen kerstfeest te vieren
De straf die ik verdiend heb zit ik uit
Ik stal voor ons gezin, maar dat had toch geen zin
Want jij viert nu kerstfeest met een ander
Hoe heb je mij zo snel kunnen vergeten?
Waarom zit er nu een ander op mijn stoel?
Ik ben zo eenzaam hier, in die koude kille cel
Kan jij echt niet begrijpen wat ik voel?
Nu zit je bij de kerstboom met een ander
Mijn kinderen die zingen Stille Nacht
Ja stil zal het voor mij zeer zeker wezen
Met niets dat mijn verdriet verzacht
Mijn medemensen kregen een pakketje
Met de kerstwens ""Vader kom toch gauw weer thuis""
Ik kreeg de mijne niet, dat doet me veel verdriet
Niet welkom zijn in je eigen huis
Misschien mag ik mijn kinderen nog wat geven
Wat geven uit het diepste van mijn hart
Vergeten kan ik niet, daarom dit kerstfeestlied
Een lied zo vol met smart
Voor mij zullen hier geen kaarsen branden
Ik voel mij als een kerstboom zonder piek
Ik voel me zo alleen, waar moet ik straks toch heen
In gedachten hoor ik kerstmuziek
Ik zit hier heel alleen kerstfeest te vieren
De straf die ik verdiend heb zit ik uit
Ik stal voor ons gezin, maar dat had toch geen zin
Want jij viert nu kerstfeest met een ander
Misschien mag ik mijn kinderen nog wat geven
Wat geven uit het diepste van mijn hart
Vergeten kan ik niet, daarom dit kerstfeestlied
Een lied zo vol met smart
I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
Could we start again?I've been very hopeful, so far.
Now for the first time,
I think we're going wrong.
Hurry up and tell me,
This is just a dream.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
PETERI think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a halt,
So could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?Wish I could reassure you,
Wish I could talk to you and tell you how I feel.
I've been very careless,
This I don't deny,
But could we start again please?
Could we start again?
You surely know I love you,
But something in me stands aside, and lets you slip away.
Perhaps that's what you wanted,
Perhaps I want that too.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again please?
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
Could we start again?I've been very hopeful, so far.
Now for the first time,
I think we're going wrong.
Hurry up and tell me,
This is just a dream.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
PETERI think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a halt,
So could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?Wish I could reassure you,
Wish I could talk to you and tell you how I feel.
I've been very careless,
This I don't deny,
But could we start again please?
Could we start again?
You surely know I love you,
But something in me stands aside, and lets you slip away.
Perhaps that's what you wanted,
Perhaps I want that too.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again please?
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
En knakworstenquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:30 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
[..]
niks d'r van! die dikke zuigt lullen in de hel
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:31 schreef Gert het volgende:
I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
Could we start again?I've been very hopeful, so far.
Now for the first time,
I think we're going wrong.
Hurry up and tell me,
This is just a dream.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
PETERI think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a halt,
So could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?Wish I could reassure you,
Wish I could talk to you and tell you how I feel.
I've been very careless,
This I don't deny,
But could we start again please?
Could we start again?
You surely know I love you,
But something in me stands aside, and lets you slip away.
Perhaps that's what you wanted,
Perhaps I want that too.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again please?
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Echt, wat een kutfoon heb je ook!quote:
Je krijgt mijn ouwe. Die doet het gewoon 100 uur zonder te zeiken!
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Nu doet íe het weer.quote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:34 schreef CarOnline het volgende:
[..]
Echt, wat een kutfoon heb je ook!
Je krijgt mijn ouwe. Die doet het gewoon 100 uur zonder te zeiken!
Who the fuck can sleep with all this shit going on?
The tax mans taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I cant sail my yacht,
Hes taken everything Ive got,
All Ive gots this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriends run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now Im sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter
To me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now i've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, oooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooo
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all-(Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters)
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
THUNDER BOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTNING ME!
Galileo
Galileo
Galileo
Galileo
Galileo, Figaro - magnifico
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
HE'S JUST A POOR BOY, FROM A POOR FAMILY
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSOTY
easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! NO! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!
LET HIM GO
Bismillah! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!
LET HIM GO!
Bismillah! We WILL NOT LET YOU GO!
LET HIM GO!
Will not let you go
Let me go
Will not let you go
Let me go
(never, never)
OHOHOHOH
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO
Oh, mama mia, mama mia
MAMA MIA LET ME GO
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!
FOR ME!
for me....
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Ooh, baby
Can't do this to me baby
Just got to get out
Just got to get right out of here
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To me
(Anyway the wind blows)
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
Hooiquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 01:57 schreef willem-jozef het volgende:
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howdie, zat ffvies muziekies te luisteren.
Gaan we ook es zingen?
Screw them.
We're going home.
We're going home.
When you're groing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
En voor de nachtbrakers die nog stoned zijn: hier ga je lekker op Coos.
"Nederlanders koesteren hun zelfoverschatting, terwijl ze hun gebrek aan beschaving en bescheidenheid als assertiviteit vieren."
da's niet bestquote:
Mattheüs 26:34,74-75
Jezus zei tot hem: "Voorwaar, ik zeg u: Nog deze nacht, voordat een haan kraait, zult gij mij driemaal verloochenen." ... Toen begon hij te vloeken en te zweren: "Ik ken de mens niet!" En onmiddellijk kraaide een haan. En Petrus herinnerde zich het woord dat Jezus had gesproken, namelijk: "Voordat een haan kraait, zult gij mij driemaal verloochenen." En hij ging naar buiten en weende bitter.
Maar hij had er wel spijt vanquote:Op zaterdag 1 november 2008 08:04 schreef fanvanheteersteuur het volgende:
[..]
da's niet best
Mattheüs 26:34,74-75
Jezus zei tot hem: "Voorwaar, ik zeg u: Nog deze nacht, voordat een haan kraait, zult gij mij driemaal verloochenen." ... Toen begon hij te vloeken en te zweren: "Ik ken de mens niet!" En onmiddellijk kraaide een haan. En Petrus herinnerde zich het woord dat Jezus had gesproken, namelijk: "Voordat een haan kraait, zult gij mij driemaal verloochenen." En hij ging naar buiten en weende bitter.
Some memories are best forgotten
Room 23
Room 23
Some memories are best forgotten
Room 23
Room 23
Het maakt ook niet uit of je koopt, kraakt of huurt, buurvrouw is steeds in de buurt.
