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Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
Dusty
'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."
689 Dusty Springfield Son of a preacher man
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
That's when Billy would take me walking,
Through the back yard we'd go walking,
Then he'd look into my eyes,
Lord knows to my suprise:
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is alright,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd grown.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
That's when Billy would take me walking,
Through the back yard we'd go walking,
Then he'd look into my eyes,
Lord knows to my suprise:
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is alright,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd grown.
The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
Een van de weinige blanke artiest met genoeg soul in dr lijf
'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."
688 Marianne Faithfull The ballad of Lucy Jordan
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning
round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew
too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and
offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past
the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her
hair ...
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning
round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew
too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and
offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past
the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her
hair ...
Ja Je gelooft haast niet dat het een blanke is hequote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 16:54 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
Een van de weinige blanke artiest met genoeg soul in dr lijf
Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG! Zoom-Boing! Z'nourrwringmm
Beetje jammer van de muziekquote:
'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."
dit kan mij ook maar weinig boeienquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 16:55 schreef Mister_Slide het volgende:
Dit is echt verschrikkelijk weer
Oefenmateriaal
687 Police So lonely
Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just don’t care
You look as if you’re going somewhere
But I just can’t convince myself
I couldn’t live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Know no one’s knocked upon my door
For a thousand years or more
All made up and no where to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat they’re always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel so lonely...
687 Police So lonely
Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just don’t care
You look as if you’re going somewhere
But I just can’t convince myself
I couldn’t live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Know no one’s knocked upon my door
For a thousand years or more
All made up and no where to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat they’re always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel so lonely...
Het programma voor komend uur:
687 Police - So lonely 1979 686
686 Elvis Presley - Love me tender 1956 388
685 Tim Hardin - How can we hang on to a dream 1967 564
684 Alison Moyet - That ole devil called love 1985 580
683 Lenny Kravitz - Let love rule 1989 449
682 Corrs - Radio 2000 628
681 Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you 1961 772
680 Goede Doel - Vriendschap 1983 619
679 Paul Simon - You can call me Al 1986 927
678 Animals - Bring it on home to me 1965 542
677 Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind 1960 1102
676 Shocking blue - Venus 1969 502
675 Anouk - Sacrifice 1998 ----
674 Crowded House - Into temptation 1989 474
687 Police - So lonely 1979 686
686 Elvis Presley - Love me tender 1956 388
685 Tim Hardin - How can we hang on to a dream 1967 564
684 Alison Moyet - That ole devil called love 1985 580
683 Lenny Kravitz - Let love rule 1989 449
682 Corrs - Radio 2000 628
681 Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you 1961 772
680 Goede Doel - Vriendschap 1983 619
679 Paul Simon - You can call me Al 1986 927
678 Animals - Bring it on home to me 1965 542
677 Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind 1960 1102
676 Shocking blue - Venus 1969 502
675 Anouk - Sacrifice 1998 ----
674 Crowded House - Into temptation 1989 474
truequote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:03 schreef Olmo het volgende:
Wel een gaaf uur hoor
De zwemmer zwemt, hij zwemt in zee
Oww, hier heb ik herinneringen aan, doet me altijd denken aan m'n vrouw . . .quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:02 schreef Gatalin het volgende:
685 Tim Hardin - How can we hang on to a dream 1967 564
Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
687 Police - So lonely 1979 686
686 Elvis Presley - Love me tender 1956 388
685 Tim Hardin - How can we hang on to a dream 1967 564
684 Alison Moyet - That ole devil called love 1985 580
683 Lenny Kravitz - Let love rule 1989 449
682 Corrs - Radio 2000 628
681 Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you 1961 772
680 Goede Doel - Vriendschap 1983 619
679 Paul Simon - You can call me Al 1986 927
678 Animals - Bring it on home to me 1965 542
677 Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind 1960 1102
676 Shocking blue - Venus 1969 502
675 Anouk - Sacrifice 1998 ----
674 Crowded House - Into temptation
686 Elvis Presley - Love me tender 1956 388
685 Tim Hardin - How can we hang on to a dream 1967 564
684 Alison Moyet - That ole devil called love 1985 580
683 Lenny Kravitz - Let love rule 1989 449
682 Corrs - Radio 2000 628
681 Elvis Presley - Can't help falling in love with you 1961 772
680 Goede Doel - Vriendschap 1983 619
679 Paul Simon - You can call me Al 1986 927
678 Animals - Bring it on home to me 1965 542
677 Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind 1960 1102
676 Shocking blue - Venus 1969 502
675 Anouk - Sacrifice 1998 ----
674 Crowded House - Into temptation
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686 Elvis Presley Love me tender
Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.
Love me tender,
Love me true,
All my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin’ I love you,
And I always will.
Love me tender,
Love me long,
Take me to your heart.
For it’s there that I belong,
And we’ll never part.
Love me tender,
Love me dear,
Tell me you are mine.
I’ll be yours through all the years,
Till the end of time.
(when at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).
Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.
Love me tender,
Love me true,
All my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin’ I love you,
And I always will.
Love me tender,
Love me long,
Take me to your heart.
For it’s there that I belong,
And we’ll never part.
Love me tender,
Love me dear,
Tell me you are mine.
I’ll be yours through all the years,
Till the end of time.
(when at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).
Ik moet eigelijk boodschappen doen maar wacht toch maar ff
'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 heb ze al gehaald.quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:08 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
Ik moet eigelijk boodschappen doen maar wacht toch maar ff
Moet alleen nog het eten klaar maken, opeten etc
Omdat ze al 10 jaar dood is . . .quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:08 schreef Olmo het volgende:
Waarom moet je huilen als je aan je vrouw denkt?
Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me
Hij heeft gewoon een heerlijke stem Zijn muziek is nou niet het meest geweldige, maar wel eens leuk om naar te luisterenquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:09 schreef Olmo het volgende:
Elvis behoort zeker niet tot één van mijn favoriete artiesten, maar zingen kan ie wel
Sorry te horen.quote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:09 schreef ThunderChild het volgende:
[..]
Omdat ze al 10 jaar dood is . . .
Ik laat m'n moeder het halenquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:08 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
Ik moet eigelijk boodschappen doen maar wacht toch maar ff
Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG! Zoom-Boing! Z'nourrwringmm
Pijnlijke, maar ook mooie herinnering dan
Maar... je bent uit '76? Was je dan op je 19e al getrouwd?
Maar... je bent uit '76? Was je dan op je 19e al getrouwd?
The King
'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."
Hee ik was toen al bijna papaquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:12 schreef Olmo het volgende:
Pijnlijke, maar ook mooie herinnering dan
Maar... je bent uit '76? Was je dan op je 19e al getrouwd?
'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."
Ook doodquote:Op donderdag 29 december 2005 17:12 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
The King
Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG! Zoom-Boing! Z'nourrwringmm
685 Tim Hardin How can we hang on to a dream
What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
What can I do, she's saying we're through
With how it was
What will I try, I still don't see why
She says what she does
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
How can we hang on to a dream
What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
What can I do, she's saying we're through
With how it was
What will I try, I still don't see why
She says what she does
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
How can we hang on to a dream
Voor jou dan ThunderChild
'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."
