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Die meid heeft een gave stem.
Wil je in je hol geneukt worden ? (door zwarte piet). Joling hier posten is vragen om een bak ellende.quote:
ga heen manquote:Op vrijdag 16 november 2018 19:21 schreef Drugshond het volgende:
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Wil je in je hol geneukt worden ? (door zwarte piet). Joling hier posten is vragen om een bak ellende.
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Ik heb iets met deze band. (Nijmegen)
mafkees....quote:
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Zeg niet dat je dit niet kendequote:
Neeeeee die kende ik niet.......quote:Op vrijdag 16 november 2018 21:45 schreef Pietverdriet het volgende:
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Zeg niet dat je dit niet kende
ik zit nu bij die zwerfthond
en nee,, die kende ik ook niet 
ToyDolls nog live gezien in de gigant in Apeldoornquote:Op vrijdag 16 november 2018 21:46 schreef FANN het volgende:
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Neeeeee die kende ik niet.......
ik zit nu bij die zwerfthond
ah.... was geinig, nu deze.....quote:
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ToyDolls nog live gezien in de gigant in Apeldoorn
Leuk. Best goed gedaan. Uniek.quote:
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you…
Ik moest het afspelen om het me weer te herinneren. Best een aardig nummer.quote:
Is heel oud lied, en is er in veel versies.quote:
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Ik moest het afspelen om het me weer te herinneren. Best een aardig nummer.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streets_of_Laredo_(song)
quote Kees van Kooten en Wim de Bie uit de bescheurkalender:quote:
"Het mooiste van Van Gogh vindt hij het nummer Vincent van Don Mcclean"
jaaaaaaaaaa... die vind ik mooi .......quote:
Ik vind het ook een mooi nummer. Hij zingt het nog steeds en net zo mooi.quote:
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jaaaaaaaaaa... die vind ik mooi .......
quote:Op donderdag 22 november 2018 00:56 schreef Superbadeendje het volgende:
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Ik vind het ook een mooi nummer. Hij zingt het nog steeds en net zo mooi.
deze ook..........
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ah.... die was ook mooi............quote:
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jah......quote:Op zaterdag 24 november 2018 00:24 schreef chufi het volgende:
Nice Fann, bij vlagen is die Jazz heel cool
ja effe niet nouquote:
Voor een paardenkop
Met Natte Lia chocola drinken bij café Pushkin
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Met Natte Lia chocola drinken bij café Pushkin
Nah neh nah
Gaaf nummer.quote:
Best wel......quote:
Ik heb die CDquote:
Underated. Heel gaaf nummerquote:
Dan moet je die houden!quote:
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Die CD heb ik ook.quote:Op zondag 25 november 2018 00:31 schreef FANN het volgende:
Dit vond ik nog steeds een prachtige plaat......
Nou ja zeg!quote:
Maar deze niet......toch?
Wacco clip. Niet mijn muziekquote:
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Nou ja zeg!
Maar deze niet......toch?
Heerlijk kopje en speelpakje
Truste...quote:
Trusten Queen of diamondsquote:
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Hahahahahahah.... Doet me denken aan ZDF op zondag toen ik klein was,quote:
Wel download
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Ah, dat liep jaren geleden altijd op Jazz Radio als er geen verbinding was omdat het regenende in Californië.quote:
huh? die snap ik niet......quote:
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Ah, dat liep jaren geleden altijd op Jazz Radio als er geen verbinding was omdat het regenende in Californië.
Jazz Radio was een geweldige radiozender op de kabel, een jaar of 25 geleden. De feed kwam uit Californie met een fallback hier ergens. Als het regende in Californie hadden ze problemen met de sat verbinding en draaiden ze dit nummer altijd.quote:
Op AH!.. nou snap ik hetquote:
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Jazz Radio was een geweldige radiozender op de kabel, een jaar of 25 geleden. De feed kwam uit Californie met een fallback hier ergens. Als het regende in Californie hadden ze problemen met de sat verbinding en draaiden ze dit nummer altijd.
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"Het mooiste van Van Gogh vond hij Vincent van Don Mclean"
Uitspraak in de Bescheurkalender van Van Kooten en de Bie
oh...... nou ja we vinden wel iets vaker allebij iets mooiquote:
Het ging mij om het commentaar in de postquote:
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oh...... nou ja we vinden wel iets vaker allebij iets mooi
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Het ging mij om het commentaar in de post
Dat begrijp ik nu pas...quote:Het wereldberoemde nummer van de Amerikaanse singer-songwriter Don McLean (1945) heet officieel ‘Vincent’, maar is meer bekend van de openingszin 'Starry, starry night'.
Volgens McLean zelf was hij een biografie over Van Gogh aan het lezen, toen hij op het idee kwam om een lied over hem te schrijven. Het is een eerbetoon aan de kunstenaar en diens werk geworden.
McLean begrijpt Vincents strijd. Dat hij niet gek was, maar aan een ziekte leed. 'Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity'.
Als je goed luistert, hoor je dat McLean niet alleen de Starry, starry night bezingt, maar ook andere schilderijen van Van Gogh.
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Nu vind ik het lied nog mooier...
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Put him in a long boat till he's sober
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kiltSPOILERWell a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward the trees
Behind a bush, he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Ring ding diddle iddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Yes, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.SPOILER[Chorus]
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
Me father he was Orange and me mother she was Green.
Oh my father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.
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Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orange-man, me father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, in spite of that,
To my father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.
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With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.
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One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sittin' down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.
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Now my parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learnin' was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful colour problem of the Orange and the Green.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
Me father, he was Orange and me mother, she was Green.
Me father, he was Orange and me mother, she was Green.
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There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
da's wel een monotone stem, kan ik niet naar luisterenquote:
deze wel......
Patti Smith
dat waren spaanse hoeren weet je dat?quote:
is écht waar
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Had die Griek je account ff gehackt?quote:
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Had die Griek je account ff gehackt?
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