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
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
Op zaterdag 5 maart 2011 23:17 schreef Geo3kant het volgende:
Nee vriendelijke mensen zoals jou.. alles wat andere zeggen afkraken en mongool noemen en noem het maar op.. jij bent een prachtuser ^O^ :')
Nee vriendelijke mensen zoals jou.. alles wat andere zeggen afkraken en mongool noemen en noem het maar op.. jij bent een prachtuser ^O^ :')
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Life is a waste of time. Time is a waste of life.
So let's get wasted and have the time of our lives.
So let's get wasted and have the time of our lives.
quote:
Op 
If Matrix was here, he'd laugh too
Toki Fuko - Immersion
Geen idee, klinkt ok!
Geen idee, klinkt ok!
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Op donderdag 22 november 2012 00:14 schreef ondeugend het volgende:
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Op donderdag 22 november 2012 00:14 schreef ondeugend het volgende:
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
quote:
Op donderdag 22 november 2012 00:14 schreef ondeugend het volgende:
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
Counting all the assholes in the room, Well I'm definitely not alone.
AFCA, Can't be stopped!
Rammstein ber alles.
AFCA, Can't be stopped!
Rammstein ber alles.
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
“A good life is when you assume nothing, do more, need less, smile often, dream big, laugh a lot and realize how blessed you are for what you have”
![Marco Faraone, Arado - Strange Neighbors (Original Mix) [Moon Harbour Recordings]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/QFrIRFePDHA/2.jpg)
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Bi-j mien achter 't huus steet een Amerikaanse slee,
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
The Shit You Hear About Me Might Be True.... But Then Again It Could Be as Fake as the Bitch Who Told You.
The Shit You Hear About Me Might Be True.... But Then Again It Could Be as Fake as the Bitch Who Told You.
[ Bericht 37% gewijzigd door Carooltje79 op 11-12-2010 05:14:43 ]
The Shit You Hear About Me Might Be True.... But Then Again It Could Be as Fake as the Bitch Who Told You.
| Ubernerdus Prutserus | Kwalitatief Uitermate Teleurstellend |
| DeviantArt: Soliquenl | Last.fm: SoliqueNL | Geocaching: Solique
| DeviantArt: Soliquenl | Last.fm: SoliqueNL | Geocaching: Solique
The ordinary teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The best teacher inspires.
![www.mylifeismuzik.pl SADE "Soldier Of Love" [2010]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/P2auhXgTer8/2.jpg)
[ Bericht 26% gewijzigd door anufri op 11-12-2010 17:23:00 (this clip is better ) ]
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Glee - River deep, Mountain High
♥ "Sans toi, les motions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des motions d'autrefois.."
Bi-j mien achter 't huus steet een Amerikaanse slee,
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Adele - Rolling in the deep
♥ "Sans toi, les motions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des motions d'autrefois.."
Op donderdag 22 november 2012 00:14 schreef ondeugend het volgende:
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
liefdevolle gevoelens voor de duisternis
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Die tekst...quote:
Heb dat nummer toevallig gister nog geluisterd, en het raakte me ineens diep.
*gaat hem ook weer luisteren*
quote:Op zaterdag 11 december 2010 23:11 schreef BlueChicagoMoon het volgende:
[..]
Die tekst...
Heb dat nummer toevallig gister nog geluisterd, en het raakte me ineens diep.
*gaat hem ook weer luisteren*
En wat slecht voor je is.
quote:
brengt heeele oude herinneringen boven.
En wat slecht voor je is.
mooi heh...quote:Op zaterdag 11 december 2010 23:37 schreef Thory het volgende:
[..]
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JOURNALIST: No one would have believed, in the last years of thequote:
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and
surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars
and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth.
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.
And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright
green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy,
the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no
living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they
come!"
JOURNALIST: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought
to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across,
glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within.
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a
man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him
before he could burn himself on the metal.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still
come!"
"Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still come!"
It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as
though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of
shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all
seemed so safe and tranquil.
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Die lp is me veel nachtmerries waard geweest. (hoorde hem als basisschool scholierquote:Op zaterdag 11 december 2010 23:40 schreef anufri het volgende:
[..]
JOURNALIST: No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and
surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars
and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth.
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.
And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright
green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy,
the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no
living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they
come!"
JOURNALIST: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought
to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across,
glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within.
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a
man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him
before he could burn himself on the metal.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still
come!"
"Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still come!"
It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as
though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of
shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all
seemed so safe and tranquil.
)
En wat slecht voor je is.
nog eentje voor jou danquote:
[..]
Die lp is me veel nachtmerries waard geweest. (hoorde hem als basisschool scholier
deze is ook
PARSON: Listen, do you hear them drawing near in their search for the
sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear and the evil within us
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive those alive would be better off dead!
BETH: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere, in the spirit of man
PARSON: Once there was a time when I believed without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all in the name of salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love, when it comes to the fight
And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might
BETH: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help
PARSON: Didn't I warn them this would happen?
Be on guard, I said.
For the Evil One never rests.
I said exorcise the devil.
But no, they wouldn't listen.
The demons inside them grew and grew.
Until Satan gave his signal.
And destroyed the world we knew.
BETH: No, Nathaniel
Oh no Nathaniel!
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost
PARSON: Now darkness has descended on our land and all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led
When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!
BETH: There must be something worth living for
PARSON: No, there is nothing!
BETH: There must be something worth trying for
PARSON: I don't believe it's so
BETH: Even some things worth dying for
If just one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
PARSON: Forget about goodness and mercy - they're gone.
Didn't I warn them...
Pray I said.
Destroy the devil, I said...
They wouldn't listen.
I could have saved the world.
But now it's too late.
Too late!!!
BETH: No, Nathaniel
Oh no, Nathaniel
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost
PARSON: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the
pit!
JOURNALIST: The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat,
metallic spider with huge articulated claws - but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian
sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed
them into a great metal basket upon its back.
PARSON: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble. Why?
Satan! Why did you take one of your own?
There is a curse on Mankind.
We may as well be resigned.
To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man
JOURNALIST: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the Parson wrestled
endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.
Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new
machine, they were draining the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it
into their own veins.
PARSON: It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out and I have been
chosen to do it. I must confront them now!
JOURNALIST: No, Parson, no!
PARSON: Those machines are just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with
my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! I shall -
JOURNALIST: The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window-slit,
and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the Parson down to the coal
cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw
touching things, walls, coal, wood, - and then it touched my boot! I almost shouted! For
a time it was still and then, with a click, it gripped something. The Parson! With slow,
deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away... and there was nothing
I could do to prevent it.
I crept to the blocked window-slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians and all
their machinery had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the
mound. Not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment,
and the sky a glowing blue. Red Weed covered every scrap of ground, but a gentle
breeze kept it swaying and oh! the sweetness of the air!
JOURNALIST: Again, I was on my way to London, through towns and villages that
were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolate, deserted. Man's empire had passed away,
taken swiftly and without error, by these creatures who were composed entirely of
brain. Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used
different bodies according to their needs. They never tired, never slept and never
suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause all
fevers and other morbidities.
ARTILLERYMAN: Halt! Who goes there?
JOURNALIST: Er - friend.
ARTILLERYMAN: Be on your way. This is my territory.
JOURNALIST: Your territory? What do you mean?
ARTILLERYMAN: Wait a minute - it's you! The man from Maybury Hill!
JOURNALIST: Good heavens! The Artilleryman! I thought you surely burned.
ARTILLERY MAN: I thought you surely drowned.
JOURNALIST: Have you seen any Martians?
ARTILLERYMAN: Everywhere. We're done for all right.
JOURNALIST: We can't just give up.
ARTILLERYMAN: Course we can't. It's now we've got to start fighting - but not
against them 'cos we can't win. Now we've got to fight for survival, and I reckon we can
make it. I've got a plan.
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hehe nice
Geweldig nummer!quote:
Op populair verzoek:
Ook geniale tekst.
nog eentje 
laatste...
CHILD
JOURNALIST: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with
refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables.
All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little
red-brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
FOREVER AUTUMN
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the tres you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: Fire suddenly leapt from house to house, the population panicked and
ran - and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed
Eastward for the ocean, and my only hope of survival - a boat out of England.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate,
more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children
stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders
with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses' bits were covered with
foam... and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though
they were paper - Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge... One appeared above Big
Ben.
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of
human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march - it was a
stampede - without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and
unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the
massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at
those safely on board - straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie! At sight of me she
began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment it
was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me
away from her.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: The steamer began to move slowly away - but on the landward horizon
appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another, striding over
hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between
them lay the silent, grey Ironclad 'Thunder Child'. Slowly it moved towards shore; then,
with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full speed
towards the waiting Martians.
laatste...
CHILD
JOURNALIST: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with
refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables.
All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little
red-brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
FOREVER AUTUMN
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the tres you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: Fire suddenly leapt from house to house, the population panicked and
ran - and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed
Eastward for the ocean, and my only hope of survival - a boat out of England.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate,
more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children
stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders
with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses' bits were covered with
foam... and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though
they were paper - Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge... One appeared above Big
Ben.
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of
human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march - it was a
stampede - without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and
unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the
massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at
those safely on board - straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie! At sight of me she
began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment it
was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me
away from her.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: The steamer began to move slowly away - but on the landward horizon
appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another, striding over
hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between
them lay the silent, grey Ironclad 'Thunder Child'. Slowly it moved towards shore; then,
with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full speed
towards the waiting Martians.
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Vooruitquote:
nog eentje
CHILD
JOURNALIST: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with
refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables.
All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little
red-brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
FOREVER AUTUMN
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the tres you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: Fire suddenly leapt from house to house, the population panicked and
ran - and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed
Eastward for the ocean, and my only hope of survival - a boat out of England.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate,
more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children
stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders
with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horses' bits were covered with
foam... and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though
they were paper - Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge... One appeared above Big
Ben.
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of
human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march - it was a
stampede - without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and
unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the
massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at
those safely on board - straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie! At sight of me she
began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment it
was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me
away from her.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
MARTIANS: Ulla!
JOURNALIST: The steamer began to move slowly away - but on the landward horizon
appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another, striding over
hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between
them lay the silent, grey Ironclad 'Thunder Child'. Slowly it moved towards shore; then,
with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full speed
towards the waiting Martians.
En wat slecht voor je is.
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Glee - I`ll stand by you
♥ "Sans toi, les motions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des motions d'autrefois.."
IRON MAIDEN WHEN THE WILD WIND BLOWS
Have you heard what they said on the news today
Have you heard what is coming to us all?
That the world as we know it will be coming to an end
Have you heard, have you heard?
Have you heard what they said on the news today
Have you heard what is coming to us all?
That the world as we know it will be coming to an end
Have you heard, have you heard?
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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Op 
Bi-j mien achter 't huus steet een Amerikaanse slee,
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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Digitally Imported Hardstyle Radio
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
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1-2,1-2-3
Любовь стоит того чтобы ждать
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9msmCgJdr24&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9msmCgJdr24&feature=related
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
looks the same ...quote:
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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And now for something completely different:
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
John Lennon - So this is Christmas
♥ "Sans toi, les motions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des motions d'autrefois.."
Dit kunnen alleen belgen.H, jij daar. Oh, ik voel je.
H, jij daar. Oh, ik wil je.
H, jij daar. Ja, ik wil je.
Kom hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!!!
't Is een feit, 't is een feit.
't Is een schokkend feit.
JA!
Flight of icarus. iron maiden
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
luister nu het album: my beautiful dark twisted fantasy van kanye west. Op dit moment het nummer all of the lights
Fantasie is belangrijker dan kennis, want kennis is begrensd.
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
![[ HD ] SADE - TheSweetest Taboo](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/i0fw9sPxrik/2.jpg)
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
![[ HD ] SADE - Nothing Can Come Between Us](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/-lC01Y3Y8ec/2.jpg)
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
quote:Op maandag 13 december 2010 21:05 schreef AnAlphaBeta het volgende:
Vooruit, nog maar 's gecoverd...maar iig wel met gevoel.
I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... .
Baby i've been here before
I've seen this room and i've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when i moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Well, maybe there's a god above
But all i've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....
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Nog n held:
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
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Life is a waste of time. Time is a waste of life.
So let's get wasted and have the time of our lives.
So let's get wasted and have the time of our lives.
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
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Wat een kwaliteit weer, hier.quote:
No resentment ever evened out a weaker hand
Die is ook geweldig inderdaad.quote:
Nu maar eens slapen.
No resentment ever evened out a weaker hand
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
heksehiel: Je hebt gelijk. Het gaat wel degelijk ook om het uiterlijk! Een mooi innerlijk word ik niet geil van namelijk.
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
P.F: Als ik 50+ ben doe ik het ook wel voor het innerlijk, maar nu het nog kan, ga ik ook voor uiterlijk
John Denver - Calypso
♥ "Sans toi, les motions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des motions d'autrefois.."
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
The pogues - Young Ned Of The Hill
Bi-j mien achter 't huus steet een Amerikaanse slee,
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Bi-j de aanschaf mos ik erg diep in de portomonee.
't Is een 8-cilinder met veel chroom en een linnen kap,
Ik hol 'm moeilijk in toom as ik 'm op zien donder trap.
Luisterend, op de achtergrond...maar busted idd..quote:
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Not alone with a dream,Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman... FREEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
SPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.En wat slecht voor je is.
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day" - E. B. White
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
Wat een baas.
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
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SPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.
Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.
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