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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
Deel 10 alweer, over de echte lijst der lijsten, de Radio 2 Top 2000!
Praat hier mee over alle nummers die voorbijkomen, welke nummers we missen en welke nummers wel in de lijst staan maar er niet in thuis horen volgens jullie en nog veel meer.
De lijst is hier te bekijken. Heb je geen zin om de hele dag achter de computer te zitten om de lijst bij de hand te hebben? Met dit excel bestand kun je hem ook op je computer opslaan en uitprinten.
De top 2000 begint op tweede kerstdag (26 december 00:00) en eindigt op 31 december net voor het nieuwe jaar.
Vorige topics:
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 9
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 8
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 7
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 6
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 5
Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel 4
Radio 2 top 2000 deel 3
Top 2000 deel 2
Top 2000
Presentatoren:
Jeffrey Willems
Ron Stoeltie
Frits Spits
Hans Schiffers
Daniel Dekker
Hans smith
Jan-Willem Roodbeen
Bert Haandrikman
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De lijst per uur
Etherfrequenties:
Midden-nederland - 92.6 FM
Noord-Nederland - 88.0 FM en 92.9 FM
Oost-Nederland - 104.6 FM
Limburg - 88.2 FM, 93.4 FM en 92.8 FM
Zeeland - 97.8 FM
De openingspost is terug te lezen en aan te passen op: http://wiki.fok.nl/index.php/OP/Top2000
[ Bericht 2% gewijzigd door pfaf op 28-12-2005 11:31:50 ]
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1097 Robert Plant Big log
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on - leading me down the road
Driving beyond - driving me down the road
My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back - no
There is no turning back - on the run
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh the freeway, and the coming of night-time
My love is in league with the freeway
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on - leading me down the road
Driving beyond - driving me down the road
My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back - no
There is no turning back - on the run
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh the freeway, and the coming of night-time
My love is in league with the freeway
* Zw0rld kan vanvond luieren en luisteren.
Om song teksten hoef ik me niet meer druk te maken
Om song teksten hoef ik me niet meer druk te maken
Dikke en Zw0rld zijn de F0k!F00dMasters
© 1982 Sinclair Research Ltd
© 1982 Sinclair Research Ltd
Ja hé!!!! Mopper mopper mopperquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:28 schreef Zw0rld het volgende:
* Zw0rld kan vanvond luieren en luisteren.
Om song teksten hoef ik me niet meer druk te maken
Zet even nummer 10 in de openingspost!
Dan klopt het tenminste!
Dan klopt het tenminste!
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Ha! Die stond nog op 8.quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:30 schreef Liejannuh het volgende:
Zet even nummer 10 in de openingspost!
Dan klopt het tenminste!
goeiemorgen lieve mensen
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
1096 Boudewijn de Groot Kinderballade
Hij was twaalf, had rappe leden,
jongen uit de Hof van Eden.
Als hij lachte, lachten luidkeels
alle leeuweriken mee.
Met zijn blikkering van tanden,
met zijn marmerbleke handen
leek hij op een tere engel
uit een sierlijk bal masque.
Hij kon klaterhelder zingen
en zijn haar rook naar seringen.
Oh hij was een waterprins
die in zijn pak van goudlamee
was ontstegen aan de zee.
Zij was dertien, een gazelle,
en haar naam was Annabelle.
Annabelle noemden haar zowel
de hinde als het ree.
Met haar helderrode wangen,
met haar glinsterende spangen,
leek zij in haar gazen bruidsjurk
't meest nog op een toverfee.
Blauw waren haar vreemde ogen,
blauw maar zonder mededogen.
Oh ze was een kleine meermin
die maar net van lieverlee
was ontstegen aan de zee.
Samen in het ochtendgloren
wandelden ze langs het koren.
Mild en zonder ze te storen
scheen het zonlicht naar benee.
En onder de roze stralen
kuste hij haar lippen dralend
en hij zei haar wonderwoorden,
zelfs het gras luisterde mee.
Op het horen van die woorden
week voor hen gedwee het koren
en het lispelde: wees welkom,
en bood doorgang aan die twee
zoals eens de Rode Zee.
Toen hij, op geblaf van honden,
dagen later werd gevonden,
lag de blanke prins geschonden
in het koren zonder fee.
Met zijn dode grote ogen
keek hij roerloos naar omhoog en
langzaam ritselde zijn bloed nog
uit een gruwelijke snee.
Niemand wist meer te vertellen
hoezeer kleine Annabelle
had gehouden van haar engel
uit het sierlijk bal masque.
Maar nog altijd ruist de zee.
Hij was twaalf, had rappe leden,
jongen uit de Hof van Eden.
Als hij lachte, lachten luidkeels
alle leeuweriken mee.
Met zijn blikkering van tanden,
met zijn marmerbleke handen
leek hij op een tere engel
uit een sierlijk bal masque.
Hij kon klaterhelder zingen
en zijn haar rook naar seringen.
Oh hij was een waterprins
die in zijn pak van goudlamee
was ontstegen aan de zee.
Zij was dertien, een gazelle,
en haar naam was Annabelle.
Annabelle noemden haar zowel
de hinde als het ree.
Met haar helderrode wangen,
met haar glinsterende spangen,
leek zij in haar gazen bruidsjurk
't meest nog op een toverfee.
Blauw waren haar vreemde ogen,
blauw maar zonder mededogen.
Oh ze was een kleine meermin
die maar net van lieverlee
was ontstegen aan de zee.
Samen in het ochtendgloren
wandelden ze langs het koren.
Mild en zonder ze te storen
scheen het zonlicht naar benee.
En onder de roze stralen
kuste hij haar lippen dralend
en hij zei haar wonderwoorden,
zelfs het gras luisterde mee.
Op het horen van die woorden
week voor hen gedwee het koren
en het lispelde: wees welkom,
en bood doorgang aan die twee
zoals eens de Rode Zee.
Toen hij, op geblaf van honden,
dagen later werd gevonden,
lag de blanke prins geschonden
in het koren zonder fee.
Met zijn dode grote ogen
keek hij roerloos naar omhoog en
langzaam ritselde zijn bloed nog
uit een gruwelijke snee.
Niemand wist meer te vertellen
hoezeer kleine Annabelle
had gehouden van haar engel
uit het sierlijk bal masque.
Maar nog altijd ruist de zee.
Geweldig nummer!!quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:28 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
1097 Robert Plant Big log
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on - leading me down the road
Driving beyond - driving me down the road
My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back - no
There is no turning back - on the run
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh the freeway, and the coming of night-time
My love is in league with the freeway
Nummer 1097 al wanneer gaat de Top 2000 door het midden?
Experience is what you get when you don't get what you wanted
Take my advice ... I don't use it anyway...
Een goede Fok! Search
Een goede Fok! Search
Take my advice ... I don't use it anyway...
Een goede Fok! Search
Een goede Fok! Search
Uhm, eerst ff opdrogen hoor, daarna ga ik weer mee brullenquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:33 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
En daar zingen we weer uit volle borst
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
ik houd het gewoon stilquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:33 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
En daar zingen we weer uit volle borst
1095 Walker Brothers The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
Loneliness
Is a cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue
Is always there
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
The tears are always clouding your eyes
When your without love - Baby
Emptiness
Is a place your in
With nothing to lose
But no more to win
(Repeat Chorus, except exclude 'baby')
Lonely, without you baby
Girl I need you
I can't go on
(Repeat Chorus, but add an extra
'The sun ain't gonna shine anymore'
after 3rd line)
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
(Repeat till fade)
Loneliness
Is a cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue
Is always there
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
The tears are always clouding your eyes
When your without love - Baby
Emptiness
Is a place your in
With nothing to lose
But no more to win
(Repeat Chorus, except exclude 'baby')
Lonely, without you baby
Girl I need you
I can't go on
(Repeat Chorus, but add an extra
'The sun ain't gonna shine anymore'
after 3rd line)
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
(Repeat till fade)
Niet Ik vind het echt geweldig, terwijl de meeste muziek die ik heb Brits isquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:28 schreef dolle_hond het volgende:
nooit van beach boys gehouden
te amerikaans denk ik
Ik vind het echt geweldig, terwijl de meeste muziek die ik heb Brits is
1094 Buffalo Springfield For what it's worth
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Buffalo Springfield
Toch maar meezingen dan
Toch maar meezingen dan
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
1093 Stevie Wonder I wish
Looking back on when I
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for Christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would not get a thing
We were happy with the
Joy the day would bring
Sneaking out the back door
To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
Greeted at the back door
With boy thought I told you not to go outside
Tryin' your best to bring the
Water to your eyes
Thinkin' it might stop her
Grom woopin' your behind
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
Cause I love them so
Brother says he's tellin'
'Bout you playin' doctor with that girl
Just don't tell I'll give you
Anything you want in this whole wide world
Mama gives you money for Sunday school
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smokin' cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall (you nasty boy)
Teacher sends you to the principal's office down the wall
You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain't right
But while you were doin'it-it sure felt outta sight
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
Looking back on when I
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for Christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would not get a thing
We were happy with the
Joy the day would bring
Sneaking out the back door
To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
Greeted at the back door
With boy thought I told you not to go outside
Tryin' your best to bring the
Water to your eyes
Thinkin' it might stop her
Grom woopin' your behind
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
Cause I love them so
Brother says he's tellin'
'Bout you playin' doctor with that girl
Just don't tell I'll give you
Anything you want in this whole wide world
Mama gives you money for Sunday school
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smokin' cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall (you nasty boy)
Teacher sends you to the principal's office down the wall
You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain't right
But while you were doin'it-it sure felt outta sight
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
Bruisend vd energie
Ga dan nu maar swingen met ome Steviequote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:42 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Ik vind maar matig
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Niet moppperen.quote:
vanavond doe ik het wel.....
Dikke en Zw0rld zijn de F0k!F00dMasters
© 1982 Sinclair Research Ltd
© 1982 Sinclair Research Ltd
* Liejannuh gooit de laptop opzij en danst de kamer door!
Stuur eens een kind naar school, steun Madalief!
Kerstactie: Fok! voor Madalief, deel 4: € 2000 and counting!
[Madalief] Speciale acties voor een goed doel! + de V&A topics
Kerstactie: Fok! voor Madalief, deel 4: € 2000 and counting!
[Madalief] Speciale acties voor een goed doel! + de V&A topics
Zometeen weer een heerlijk nummer van Sinatra, mijn opa was dol op dit liedje.
Wat zijn we aan het doen ???
1092 Frank Sinatra Fly me to the moon
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Frank Sinatra, echt een van de mooiste stemmenquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:46 schreef Oom_Agent het volgende:
Zometeen weer een heerlijk nummer van Sinatra, mijn opa was dol op dit liedje.
* DoG Doet zijn zweetbandjes alvast zoeken
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
En daar gaan we!!!!!!!!!!!!
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
1091 Doe Maar Belle Helene
Het is dus toch zover gekomen
Dat jij hier naast me ligt
En in de schemer van de ochtend
Kijk ik naar je gezicht
Je bent hetzelfde maar toch anders
Zo heb ik jou nog nooit gezien
Je bent ineens geen kind meer
Maar zo mooi en minstens zeventien
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Ik weet niet of goed of slecht is
Dat ik met je vrijen wou
En wat een ander ook mag zeggen
Ik vond het fijn bij jou
Zoals je naast me ligt te slapen
Zo heb ik jou nog nooit gezien
Je lijkt ineens geen kind meer
Maar zo mooi en minstens zeventien
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Het is dus toch zover gekomen
Dat jij hier naast me ligt
En in de schemer van de ochtend
Kijk ik naar je gezicht
Je bent hetzelfde maar toch anders
Zo heb ik jou nog nooit gezien
Je bent ineens geen kind meer
Maar zo mooi en minstens zeventien
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Ik weet niet of goed of slecht is
Dat ik met je vrijen wou
En wat een ander ook mag zeggen
Ik vond het fijn bij jou
Zoals je naast me ligt te slapen
Zo heb ik jou nog nooit gezien
Je lijkt ineens geen kind meer
Maar zo mooi en minstens zeventien
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Oe belle Helene
Helene ma belle
Ik ben in een goed uur wakker geworden
'It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... '
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
"Please don't argue with me. My brain's only just about capable of stopping me farting in front of you."
Moet jij niet op straat wandelen, in plaats van de top 2000 te luisteren.quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:46 schreef Oom_Agent het volgende:
Zometeen weer een heerlijk nummer van Sinatra, mijn opa was dol op dit liedje.
1090 James Brown Sex machine
Shout:Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing
I wanta get into it, man, you know....
Like a, like a sex machine, man,
Movin'... doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
Spoken: One, two, three, four!
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
Wait a minute!
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling sure as you're born
Get it together right on, right on.
Get up, get on up......
I said the feeling you got to get
Give me the fever in a cold sweat.
The way i like it is the way it is;
I got mine and don't worry' bout his
Get on up and then shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker
Shout:Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing
I wanta get into it, man, you know....
Like a, like a sex machine, man,
Movin'... doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
Spoken: One, two, three, four!
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
Wait a minute!
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling sure as you're born
Get it together right on, right on.
Get up, get on up......
I said the feeling you got to get
Give me the fever in a cold sweat.
The way i like it is the way it is;
I got mine and don't worry' bout his
Get on up and then shake your money maker,
Shake your money maker
quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:51 schreef Politiecommandant het volgende:
[..]
Moet jij niet op straat wandelen, in plaats van de top 2000 te luisteren.
"Amo, ergo sum. I love, therefore I am"
"Niet de dingen zelf maken je ongelukkig, maar je denkbeelden erover"
"Niet de dingen zelf maken je ongelukkig, maar je denkbeelden erover"
heej, ga boeven vangenquote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:51 schreef Politiecommandant het volgende:
[..]
Moet jij niet op straat wandelen, in plaats van de top 2000 te luisteren.
1089 Madness Baggy trousers
Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub
Passing ’round the ready-rub
Trying not to think of when
The lunch-time bell will ring again.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
Headmaster’s had enough to-day
All the kids have gone away
Gone to fight with next-door’s school
Every term, that is the rule
Sits alone and bends his cane
Same old backsides again
All the small ones tell tall tales
Walking home and squashing snails.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Kicking pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the ’ead with a plastic cup.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub
Passing ’round the ready-rub
Trying not to think of when
The lunch-time bell will ring again.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
Headmaster’s had enough to-day
All the kids have gone away
Gone to fight with next-door’s school
Every term, that is the rule
Sits alone and bends his cane
Same old backsides again
All the small ones tell tall tales
Walking home and squashing snails.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Kicking pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the ’ead with a plastic cup.
Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.
quote:Op woensdag 28 december 2005 11:51 schreef Politiecommandant het volgende:
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Moet jij niet op straat wandelen, in plaats van de top 2000 te luisteren.
ik ga maar eens
Wat zijn we aan het doen ???
