MUZ Muziek
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587 Massive Attack : Unfinished sympathy
I know that I've been mad in love before
and how I could be with you
[You] really hurt me baby, you really cut me baby
How can you have a day without a night
you're the book that I have opened
and now I've got to know much more
The curiousness of your potential kiss
has got my mind and body aching
[You] really hurt me baby, you really cut me baby
How could you have a day without a night
you're the book that I have opened
and now I've got to know much more
Like a soul without a mind in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part...
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
I know that I've been mad in love before
and how I could be with you
[You] really hurt me baby, you really cut me baby
How can you have a day without a night
you're the book that I have opened
and now I've got to know much more
The curiousness of your potential kiss
has got my mind and body aching
[You] really hurt me baby, you really cut me baby
How could you have a day without a night
you're the book that I have opened
and now I've got to know much more
Like a soul without a mind in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part...
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
Like a soul without a mind, in a body without a heart
I'm missing every part
Make love, not war ☮
Wat ik uit eerdere posts begreep heeft hij nog niet zoveel praatjesquote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:39 schreef peaceman het volgende:
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Knap kind, lijkt zeker op zijn vader?
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Wind mee is wind tegen als je de andere kant op wil
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Wind mee is wind tegen als je de andere kant op wil
Hij lijkt inderdaad op zn vader.quote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:39 schreef peaceman het volgende:
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Knap kind, lijkt zeker op zijn vader?
Thnx!!quote:
Make love, not war ☮
JAAAAAAAA Unfinished Sympathy eindelijk in de lijst 
heerlijke zomerse plaat, krijg gelijk weer zin in de zomer
heerlijke zomerse plaat, krijg gelijk weer zin in de zomer
How can you know what things are worth if your hands don`t move `till you do a day`s work?
Ich veul mich net enne klok, want ich tik neet richtig
Ich veul mich net enne klok, want ich tik neet richtig
hij dut t hier inmiddels ook... echt de jonge versie van ramsesquote:
Hmmm balen... nou ja, ik post het morgen nog wel een keertje anders... ik zet hem dan wel even in youtube.
Op dinsdag 22 februari 2022 22:22 pleurde Nizno zoals gewoonlijk een onzinnige tekst op FOK!
Mwah hij kan al aardig brabbelen.quote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:40 schreef TradeMarkie het volgende:
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Wat ik uit eerdere posts begreep heeft hij nog niet zoveel praatjes
I love music |Ajax forever
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Hij is ook nog maar 11 maanden....quote:
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Wat ik uit eerdere posts begreep heeft hij nog niet zoveel praatjes
Make love, not war ☮
Heb hem wel vaker gehoord. Heerlijk slaapnummer, simpelweg omdat ik hem 's nachts het vaakst hoor.quote:
JAAAAAAAA Unfinished Sympathy eindelijk in de lijst
heerlijke zomerse plaat, krijg gelijk weer zin in de zomer
Haha, zelfs in het donker zie je 'm duidelijk lachen, Diaan.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
Net als zn vader dus... die kan ook goed brabbelen.quote:
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Mwah hij kan al aardig brabbelen.
Make love, not war ☮
586 Men At Work : Down under
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Make love, not war ☮
Voor de liefhebber: over vijf minuten begint er een docu over Sting op BBC1.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
Die brabbelt hele columns volquote:
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Net als zn vader dus... die kan ook goed brabbelen.
quote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:44 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
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Net als zn vader dus... die kan ook goed brabbelen.
I love music |Ajax forever
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Maar wel goede columnsquote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:45 schreef OutOfThisWorld het volgende:
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Die brabbelt hele columns vol
I love music |Ajax forever
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Ja, ons lachebekje... wel jammer dat het donker was en wij geen lichtje op het fototoestel hebben. Maar het mag de pret niet drukken.quote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:43 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
Haha, zelfs in het donker zie je 'm duidelijk lachen, Diaan.
Make love, not war ☮
Ik begin langzaam aan slaap te krijgen. Ja, ik moet naar bedje toe.
Nog even tandjes poetsen.
Nog even tandjes poetsen.
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Hij zong gewoon al meequote:
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Ja, ons lachebekje... wel jammer dat het donker was en wij geen lichtje op het fototoestel hebben. Maar het mag de pret niet drukken.
En klappen.De muzikale indoctinatie is al ingezet zie ik wel
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
585 Don McLean : American pie
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died(*)
So, bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed flat on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was [Spoken]
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
[(*)"The day the music died" was February 3, 1959 when a plane crash killed Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens]
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died(*)
So, bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed flat on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was [Spoken]
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
[(*)"The day the music died" was February 3, 1959 when a plane crash killed Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens]
Make love, not war ☮
Hij kan tegenwoordig ook staan aan tafel, bank of whatever en dan beweegt hij ook mee.quote:Op dinsdag 29 december 2009 23:47 schreef djenneke het volgende:
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Hij zong gewoon al mee
De muzikale indoctinatie is al ingezet zie ik wel
Make love, not war ☮
