Radio 2 Top 2000 - Deel #38

Ik ken het echt niet. Of is het zo'n nummer dat iedereen wel kent als ie het eenmaal hoort?

* Annemiek78 Brult keihard mee met André

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:02 schreef LuNaTiC het volgende:
Ik ken het echt niet. Of is het zo'n nummer dat iedereen wel kent als ie het eenmaal hoort?

Nee, tis niet echt superbekend ofzo

*pakt aansteker

De kampers hebben de top 2000 ook ondekt ?

Damn wat een ellende is dit.

Als ik nou een paar liedjes maak en ik zuip mezelf dood kom ik dan ook in de top 100 ?

De Vlieger is zeer oké in een karaokebar!

JAAAAAAAAAAAAAA



Paint it BLACK

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:08 schreef I_doubt het volgende:

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Jij wel

Als het hem lukt.

Paint it Black

De Stones altijd goed

Rolling Stones - Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they`re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev`ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I`ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It`s not easy facin` up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin` sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin` comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

Paint it black

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:09 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Even heerlijk door de kamer dansen en meeschreeuwen

Pas je op, je moet nog de hele avond

Na deze komen we nog twee platen van de Stones tegen in de lijst.

Hmmmmmmmmm.......een van de beste, zo niet hét beste Stonesnummer.

Gé

Ge Reinders - Bloasmuziek
Ich had al twee maedjes gezeen mit achter op allebei unne saxofoon
Witte bloes, blauw boks mit gael bieze en pas gepoetste sjoon
Nog boete 't dorp heurde ich al 't geretteketet van 'n trompet
Genog gewanjeld, hiej drinke veur os get

In de eerste sjtraot rook 't van wiet weg en ich realiseerde mich verrek
Hiej trek nag emus sondigse soep
Det leeg getraot van die trombones trokke os nao veure euver de sjtoep
Biej de kerk waare natuurlik weer twee cafe's en 'n plein
En sjpeelde 'n fanfaar heel fijn:

refr.:
Blaosmeziek op eine sjone zondigmorge
Blaosmeziek bleust mich omver
Mit toeters en bellen 'n sjoon verhaol vertelle
Zondigmorge blaosmuziek blaos mich riek

Gaef mich eine esbas veur 'n sjtevig fundament
Gaef mich sjuve en die saxe veur de moere van dees muziektent
't Vergulde kaopere daak waert door de bugels en trompette gemaak
En dan heurs se:

refr.(2x)

Gé Reinders

Niet mijn nummer dit.

De Limburgse lobby.

Ja, mensen, de Limburgers hebben ook internet.

Dit gaat werkelijk nergens over.

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:13 schreef nipeng het volgende:
Dit gaat werkelijk nergens over.

welles het gaat over de fanfare

Dit is echt Limburgs

Wat is de hoogste notering van een echt Brabants nummer eingelijk?

Ik ga eens even denken wie wij als Noord-Hollanders er in kunnen stemmen...

Oh wacht, wij hadden de Cats al, he...?

Ach, hierna Bob Dylan

Meer mensen stemmen hierop dan op Paint it Black

waar gaat het heen met de wereld.

66 Bob Dylan - Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees a 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 Bradley 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 sonofabitch 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.

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:15 schreef keijz het volgende:
Ach, hierna Bob Dylan

Dank voor deze hoopgevende woorden...

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:15 schreef Martijn_77 het volgende:
Dit is echt Limburgs

Wat is de hoogste notering van een echt Brabants nummer eingelijk?

Is stef bos geen brabo?

We hebben even discussie hier: hoe vaak zou er op een nummer gestemd moeten worden, wil het in de top 100 terecht komen?
Iemand gokt 150 keer, maar als er een miljoen stemmen zijn uitgebracht lijkt me dat dat meer moet zijn.

Over klassiekers gesproken

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:15 schreef mitt het volgende:

waar gaat het heen met de wereld.

Richting Limburg..........

Na zo'n liedje vind ik het dus echt schandalig dat Ede Staal er helemaal niet instaat! Weg met Limburg! Volgend jaar 'het hed nog nooit, nee nooit zo donker west, of het werd altied wel weer licht'!

HURRICANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zo'n te GEK nummer!

* draait de volumeknop naar rechts

Die eerste zin is zo goed

65 Abba - The Day Before You Came

Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame
The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:17 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Ik zal topic #39 klaar zetten

Houd je het wel fatsoenlijk orgastisch?

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:18 schreef I_doubt het volgende:
Stoelen aan de kant en dansen maar

hoei!, hoei!

Goede nummers van Ome Bob.
Dit is zijn laatste in de lijst (iig als performer).

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Op zaterdag 31 december 2005 17:19 schreef I_doubt het volgende:

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Vanavond niet
Vanavond gaan alle remmen los

godzijdank zit ik ver weg, al dat drukke gedoe