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Esther Hart Godin

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:05 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:

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Het lijkt niet glad,maar het heeft wel gevroren zo te zien.

Ik twijfel nog of we met de auto of met de fiets naar de stad gaan.

Ja het heeft gisterenavond nog even flink gemiezerd en daarna is de bewolking weggegaan en is het gaan vriezen, goed recept voor gladde wegen

waar ben je dan voor getrouwd vraag je je af...

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:05 schreef Gretzl het volgende:
Esther Hart Godin

Die heeft bij Sanne Wallis op school gezeten, heb ik vanmorgen geleerd!

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:05 schreef peaceman het volgende:

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ik zit mijn eigen ontbijt te maken, aangezien Diaan in staking is, dus geen tijd

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:06 schreef peaceman het volgende:
waar ben je dan voor getrouwd vraag je je af...

Ik zou 'm smeren, maar kennelijk doe je dat al nu

Het wél mooie protestlied

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:07 schreef n00biedoobiedoo het volgende:

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Ik zou 'm smeren, maar kennelijk doe je dat al nu

Gelukkig weer eens een uptempo Bob Dylan plaatje

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:07 schreef n00biedoobiedoo het volgende:

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Ik zou 'm smeren, maar kennelijk doe je dat al nu

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:06 schreef LTVDK het volgende:

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Ja het heeft gisterenavond nog even flink gemiezerd en daarna is de bewolking weggegaan en is het gaan vriezen, goed recept voor gladde wegen

Zeker, hmmm. Ik denk dat we met de auto gaan.

Mooiste Dylan

HET ORKAANTJE

VLOER ME @Scorpion_17 @alopio!!

Schande dat deze geentop 100 staat

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2025 10:07 schreef n00biedoobiedoo het volgende:

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Ik zou 'm smeren, maar kennelijk doe je dat al nu

Dit blijft toch ook een fijne Dylan

Er zit zo'n lelijk foutje in dit nummer

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says,
and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register,
I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends
are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well
not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner
and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradle
they were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out,
they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with
out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he
could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for?
He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him,
lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter
that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you
could use a break
We got you for the motel job
and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail,
be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That so******** is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses
drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched
he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted
that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over
till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.