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
Haha, geweldig was datquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:15 schreef FritsVanEgters het volgende:
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Ik moet denken aan die ene nacht toen we allebei aan het smeken en F5-en waren..
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
Er wordt met je 'gespeeld', lieverdquote:
Maar dat soort dingen leer je wel als je ouder bent.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
"Falling from Heaven" 
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:18 schreef Isabeau het volgende:
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Er wordt met je 'gespeeld', lieverd
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
Dit moest ik zingen op de middelbare school Why!!!
Why!!!
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
In a couple of years they have build a home sweet homequote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:20 schreef Isabeau het volgende:
Dit moest ik zingen op de middelbare school
Hoera! Weer een kuttopic!
Obladie Obla Da!quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:20 schreef Trannellius het volgende:
In a couple of years they have build a home sweet home
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Slaap lekker!quote:
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Wie zijn er eigenlijk nog wel? 
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Whitney Houston - One moment in time
Hoe gaat het eigenlijk met Whitney?
Hoe gaat het eigenlijk met Whitney?
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Dan kan je misschien nog net 3,5 uur slapen!quote:
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Waarom moet je eik zo vroeg op 
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
She was the meanest cat
In old chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really moved them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
She was the meanest cat
Oh she was really tough
She left her husband flat
He wasnt tough enough
She took her boys along
cos they were mean and strong
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
They left a trail of crime
Across the u.s.a.
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
She met a man she liked
She thought shed stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She didnt care at all
Just didnt care at all
- here is a special bulletin.
Ma baker is the fbis most wanted woman.
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall.
If you have any information about this woman,
Please contact the nearest police station...
- dont anybody move! the money or your lives!
One day they robbed a bank
It was their last foray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldnt get away
And all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad
And so they shot it out
Ma baker and her sons
They didnt want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
In old chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really moved them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
She was the meanest cat
Oh she was really tough
She left her husband flat
He wasnt tough enough
She took her boys along
cos they were mean and strong
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
They left a trail of crime
Across the u.s.a.
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
She met a man she liked
She thought shed stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She didnt care at all
Just didnt care at all
- here is a special bulletin.
Ma baker is the fbis most wanted woman.
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall.
If you have any information about this woman,
Please contact the nearest police station...
- dont anybody move! the money or your lives!
One day they robbed a bank
It was their last foray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldnt get away
And all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad
And so they shot it out
Ma baker and her sons
They didnt want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she taught her four sons
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - to handle their guns
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - she never could cry
Ma ma ma ma - ma baker - but she knew how to die
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Ah, dat doe ik gewoon nu maar, dan kan ik om 8 uur gaan slapenquote:
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Maak me jaloersquote:
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Ah, dat doe ik gewoon nu maar, dan kan ik om 8 uur gaan slapen
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
Wat doe je voor werk op zaterdag dan?
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Okay, ik meld me dan toch maar even onder de tonen van Elton John. 
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
IT, flex tijden. Geweldig, maar soms ook niet.quote:
Wat doe je voor werk op zaterdag dan?
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:39 schreef Mike het volgende:
Okay, ik meld me dan toch maar even onder de tonen van Elton John.
J'adore!
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Kan je vast ook internetten en top 2000 luisterenquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:39 schreef Olep het volgende:
IT, flex tijden. Geweldig, maar soms ook niet.
Alleen dan overdag, véél relaxter dan 's nachts.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Telkens als ik wil gaan slapen, komt er zo'n mooie plaat als I Feel Fine.
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
Deze is mooiquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:43 schreef Mike het volgende:
Telkens als ik wil gaan slapen, komt er zo'n mooie plaat als I Feel Fine.
Wacht je gewoon op de volgende kutplaat en dan doe je de radio snel uit!
Avond van Boudewijn de Groot bijvoorbeeld. Kutplaat.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Daar heb je gelijk aanquote:
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Kan je vast ook internetten en top 2000 luisteren
Maar dan moet ik wel 's nachts wat slapen.
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
eh ja.quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:44 schreef Olep het volgende:
Daar heb je gelijk aan
Die 3,5 uur kan je overigens ook wel vergeten
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Denk je?quote:
[..]
eh ja.
Die 3,5 uur kan je overigens ook wel vergeten
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
Nou ja, tenzij je je verslaapt natuurlijk.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Nu: Everly Brothers - Bye bye love
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Haha, hoeveel dagen moest ik dan nog wakker blijven precies?quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:44 schreef Isabeau het volgende:
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Deze is mooi
Wacht je gewoon op de volgende kutplaat en dan doe je de radio snel uit!
Avond van Boudewijn de Groot bijvoorbeeld. Kutplaat.
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
Ja klopt. Is me nog nooit gebeurd overigens.quote:
Nou ja, tenzij je je verslaapt natuurlijk.
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
ehm, beetje veel vrees ikquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:47 schreef Mike het volgende:
Haha, hoeveel dagen moest ik dan nog wakker blijven precies?
maar dat kan een bikkel als jij vàst wel! 
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Ik heb me wel eens verslapenquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:48 schreef Olep het volgende:
Ja klopt. Is me nog nooit gebeurd overigens.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
quote:
Maar ja kijkt waarschijnlijk even geil naar de baas en je bent klaar.
Fuck today, it's tomorrow.
Mijn directe baas is een vrouwquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:50 schreef Olep het volgende:
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Paul de Leeuw - Blijf tot de zon je komt halen
Ken ik helemaal niet En wat een hoge notering voor een plaat uit 2007.
Ken ik helemaal niet
En wat een hoge notering voor een plaat uit 2007.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Ik denk dat de Paul de Leeuw fanclub in actie is gekomen.quote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:53 schreef Isabeau het volgende:
Paul de Leeuw - Blijf tot de zon je komt halen
Ken ik helemaal niet
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
Dat verklaart het dan welquote:Op zaterdag 27 december 2008 04:54 schreef Mike het volgende:
Ik denk dat de Paul de Leeuw fanclub in actie is gekomen.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Ai, Level42...nooit fan van geweest.
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
1562 1767 Level 42 - Love games (1981)
1561 1599 Everly Brothers - Crying in the rain (1962)
1560 351 Amy Winehouse - You know I’m no good (2007)
1559 1803 Paul Anka - Diana (1957)
1558 1528 Mama Cass - Dream a little dream (1968)
1557 1640 Kinderen voor Kinderen - Ik heb zo waanzinnig gedroomd (1981)
1556 1890 Four Tops - Reach out I'll be there (1966)
1555 1806 Joan Baez - The night they drove ol' dixie down (1971)
1554 1832 Lou Reed - Intro (1974)
1553 1715 Beverley Craven - Promise me (1990)
1552 1858 Spargo - You and me (1980)
1551 1260 Alquin - Wheelchair groupie (1975)
1550 1725 Willeke Alberti - Spiegelbeeld (1963)
1549 1782 Commodores - Easy (1978)
1548 1664 Beatles - Paperback writer (1966)
1547 1809 Koot & Bie - Zoek jezelf (1975)
1546 1987 Little River Band - Home on Monday (1977)
1561 1599 Everly Brothers - Crying in the rain (1962)
1560 351 Amy Winehouse - You know I’m no good (2007)
1559 1803 Paul Anka - Diana (1957)
1558 1528 Mama Cass - Dream a little dream (1968)
1557 1640 Kinderen voor Kinderen - Ik heb zo waanzinnig gedroomd (1981)
1556 1890 Four Tops - Reach out I'll be there (1966)
1555 1806 Joan Baez - The night they drove ol' dixie down (1971)
1554 1832 Lou Reed - Intro (1974)
1553 1715 Beverley Craven - Promise me (1990)
1552 1858 Spargo - You and me (1980)
1551 1260 Alquin - Wheelchair groupie (1975)
1550 1725 Willeke Alberti - Spiegelbeeld (1963)
1549 1782 Commodores - Easy (1978)
1548 1664 Beatles - Paperback writer (1966)
1547 1809 Koot & Bie - Zoek jezelf (1975)
1546 1987 Little River Band - Home on Monday (1977)
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Level 42 klinkt zo saai...zo zijïg.
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Yep...elk nummer klinkt ook hetzelfde.quote:
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
Ik ga even kerstdiner opwarmen 
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
Snel nog even.
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do it with him today?
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and bitter
You say when we're married cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do it with him today?
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and bitter
You say when we're married cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
I'm so young and you're so old
This, my darling, I've been told
I don't care just what they say
'Cause forever I will pray
You and I will be as free
As the birds up in the trees
Oh, please stay by me, Diana
Thrills I get when you hold me close
Oh, my darling, you're the most
I love you but do you love me
Oh, Diana, can't you see
I love you with all my heart
And I hope we will never part
Oh, please stay with me, Diana
Oh, my darlin', oh, my lover
Tell me that there is no other
I love you with my heart
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Only you can take my heart
Only you can tear it apart
When you hold me in your loving arms
I can feel you giving all your charms
Hold me, darling, ho-ho hold me tight
Squeeze me baby with-a all your might
Oh, please stay with me, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
This, my darling, I've been told
I don't care just what they say
'Cause forever I will pray
You and I will be as free
As the birds up in the trees
Oh, please stay by me, Diana
Thrills I get when you hold me close
Oh, my darling, you're the most
I love you but do you love me
Oh, Diana, can't you see
I love you with all my heart
And I hope we will never part
Oh, please stay with me, Diana
Oh, my darlin', oh, my lover
Tell me that there is no other
I love you with my heart
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Only you can take my heart
Only you can tear it apart
When you hold me in your loving arms
I can feel you giving all your charms
Hold me, darling, ho-ho hold me tight
Squeeze me baby with-a all your might
Oh, please stay with me, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
Oh, please, Diana
In some matters there's no reality, only perception. Truth exists, but people have a vested interest in not knowing it.
Zo, het is warm en erg lekker
"Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse?" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge."
