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Vanaf Tweede Kerstdag tot 31-12-2006 24:00 is het 24 uur per dag te beluisteren op radio 2. De voorgaande topics zijn:
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 24
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 23
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 22
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 21
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Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 19
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 18
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 17
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 16
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 15
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 14
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 13: High Noon
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 12: Nacht..
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 11
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 10
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 9
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 8
Top 2000 jaargang 8 topic 7
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 6
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 5
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 4
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 3
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 2
TOP 2000 (Vanaf 6 november stemmen voor versie 2006)
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 23
De openingspost is hier terug te lezen en aan te passen.
Make love, not war ☮
beat it!!!!!!!!!!
'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."
Michael Jackson - Beat it (1983)
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and the words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Chorus:
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playing with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Chorus
(Repeat 9 times - fade out)
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and the words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Chorus:
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playing with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Chorus
(Repeat 9 times - fade out)
Beat it...just beat it....
*moonwalkt*
*moonwalkt*
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Beatles - I am the walrus (1967)
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, i'm crying.
I'm crying, i'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, i'm crying.
I'm crying, i'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.
8 toegevoegd
'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."
oeh The Nits komen ook nog dit uur
Geluk is niet afhankelijk van dingen buiten ons,
maar van de manier waarop wij die zien. (Tolstoj)
maar van de manier waarop wij die zien. (Tolstoj)
Sorry zullen we afspraak maken dat degene die topic volmaakt, ook het nieuwe opent?quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:26 schreef D.Rose het volgende:
Open ik een topic omdat niemand het doet, ben ik te laat
Make love, not war ☮
Uhmm heb ik ook al gedaanquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:28 schreef Disciple_of_Guinness het volgende:
8 toegevoegd
De beste muziek wordt uiteindelijk toch onder de invloed van drugs geschreven he?
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Ik ben tegenwoordig zo bang dat ineens ergens Freek de Jonge bij hen vandaan kruiptquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:28 schreef Nuongirl het volgende:
oeh The Nits komen ook nog dit uur
'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."
Dat was ik, daarom opende ik 'm ookquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:28 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
[..]
Sorry zullen we afspraak maken dat degene die topic volmaakt, ook het nieuwe opent?
jaargang 88quote:
'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 weet dat ik niet snel ben, maar ik heb toch echt een paar keer geklikt om te kijken of er al één was
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 25
Kan iemand die dus nu sluiten?
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 25
Kan iemand die dus nu sluiten?
I Ask for so Little. Just Fear Me, Love Me, Do as I Say, and I Will Be Your Slave.
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Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue (1969)
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up fast and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wis got keen,
I roamed from town to town to hid my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlandburg in mid-July,
I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
& I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Come up with a knife a cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule & bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name what helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the ------- that named you Sue."
Well, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got a choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him a pa and he called me a son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up fast and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wis got keen,
I roamed from town to town to hid my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlandburg in mid-July,
I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
& I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Come up with a knife a cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule & bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name what helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the ------- that named you Sue."
Well, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got a choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him a pa and he called me a son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name
Fixed.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:30 schreef paddy het volgende:
Ik weet dat ik niet snel ben, maar ik heb toch echt een paar keer geklikt om te kijken of er al één was
Top 2000, jaargang 8 topic 25
Kan iemand die dus nu sluiten?
Hee, de oude avatars van bijna alle NWS modsquote:
'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."
Yeps I know, maar toen was de afspraak nog niet gemaaktquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:29 schreef D.Rose het volgende:
[..]
Dat was ik, daarom opende ik 'm ook
Make love, not war ☮
Ik vind dit één van zijn mindere nummersquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:32 schreef Neleos het volgende:
Geweldige kerel. Geweldig nummer.
Chris Rea - Driving home for Christmas (1986)
I'm driving home for Christmas
I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas
Yea I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
To sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Christmas
Gonna take some time
Top to toe in tailbacks
Got red lights all around
But soon there'll be a freeway
My feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Got red lights all around
Driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Christmas
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
It's gonna take some time
But I'll get there
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
But soon there'll be a freeway
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
I am driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I'm driving home for Christmas
I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas
Yea I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
To sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Christmas
Gonna take some time
Top to toe in tailbacks
Got red lights all around
But soon there'll be a freeway
My feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Got red lights all around
Driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Christmas
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
It's gonna take some time
But I'll get there
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
But soon there'll be a freeway
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
I am driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
Ja zeg, dan sluit jij deze maarquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:32 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
[..]
Yeps I know, maar toen was de afspraak nog niet gemaakt
Waar is mien die oliebollen bakt en geen blusdeken heeft eigenlijk gebleven? dat hoort bij de top 2000
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Ik niet, 1 van mijn favorieten.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:34 schreef D.Rose het volgende:
[..]
Ik vind dit één van zijn mindere nummers
what the -peep- bedoel je?quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:35 schreef Neleos het volgende:
What the fuck
Wablief?quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:35 schreef Homdeck het volgende:
Waar is mien die oliebollen bakt en geen blusdeken heeft eigenlijk gebleven? dat hoort bij de top 2000
De laatste zal de eerste zijn dus!quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:32 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
[..]
Yeps I know, maar toen was de afspraak nog niet gemaakt
I Ask for so Little. Just Fear Me, Love Me, Do as I Say, and I Will Be Your Slave.
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die zat elk jaar tussen de reclames. nu moeten we het met de beatles doen.quote:
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Ik zal het proberen... dan open jij het volgende topic? Staan we gelijk..quote:
Make love, not war ☮
Tja Queen met 1 van hun minste liedjes.. waarom geen Ride the wild wind erin?
I love music |Ajax forever
http://frontpage.fok.nl/c(...)-feest-of-farce.html
http://frontpage.fok.nl/c(...)-feest-of-farce.html
Oh oke. Doe Mien maar dan ja.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:37 schreef Homdeck het volgende:
[..]
die zat elk jaar tussen de reclames. nu moeten we het met de beatles doen.
Of the March...het ultieme Queennummer
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Queen - Another one bites the dust (1980)
Ooh, let's go
Steve walks warily down the street
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat - yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you when you're gone
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy ? Are you satisfied ?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Look out
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Hey
Oh take it
Bites the dust - bite the dust hey
Hey
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, ow
Another one bites the dust, hey hey
Another one bites the dust, heeey
Ooh show down
There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down, yeah
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
Oh yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, yeah
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Shoot out
Hey, alright
Ooh, let's go
Steve walks warily down the street
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat - yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you when you're gone
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy ? Are you satisfied ?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Look out
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Hey
Oh take it
Bites the dust - bite the dust hey
Hey
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, ow
Another one bites the dust, hey hey
Another one bites the dust, heeey
Ooh show down
There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down, yeah
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
Oh yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, yeah
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Shoot out
Hey, alright
Nou Lukas...geniet van je bad....en nou BEK DICHT!
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Police - Message in a bottle (1979)
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Guzman is saai he?quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:42 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Death On Two Legs
Ook een heerlijk nummer....
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Heey was jij niet Guzman aan het kijken??quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:42 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Death On Two Legs
Make love, not war ☮
CHECKquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:43 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
[..]
Ik zet bijna de stream weer aan
Totaal overschat...quote:
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Rolling Stones - Lady Jane (1966)
My sweet lady Jane, when I see you again
Your servant am I, and will humbly remain
Just heed this plea, my love. On bended knees my love
I pledge myself to lady Jane
My dear lady Anne, I've done what I can
I must take my leave, for promised I am
The play is run, my love. Your time has come my love
I pledge my soul to lady Jane
Oh, my sweet Marie, I wait at your ease
The sands have run out, for your lady and me
When love is nigh, my love, her station's right my love
Life is secure with lady Jane
My sweet lady Jane, when I see you again
Your servant am I, and will humbly remain
Just heed this plea, my love. On bended knees my love
I pledge myself to lady Jane
My dear lady Anne, I've done what I can
I must take my leave, for promised I am
The play is run, my love. Your time has come my love
I pledge my soul to lady Jane
Oh, my sweet Marie, I wait at your ease
The sands have run out, for your lady and me
When love is nigh, my love, her station's right my love
Life is secure with lady Jane
De komende uren weer veel lekkere nummers...op enkele uitzondering na.
Wordt weer een latertje vannacht
Wordt weer een latertje vannacht
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:45 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Ben ik nog op tijd voor Benny Zijspan?
Ja hoor, wees niet gevreesd
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Hoe dichter bij het nieuwe jaar hoe mooier de nummers zijn/worden. Ik kan niet alles luisterenquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:46 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
De komende uren weer veel lekkere nummers...op enkele uitzondering na.
Wordt weer een latertje vannacht
Moet volgende week echt bijtanken, weinig slaap de laatste dagen... Gelukkig ben ik nog "vrij".quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:46 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
De komende uren weer veel lekkere nummers...op enkele uitzondering na.
Wordt weer een latertje vannacht
Make love, not war ☮
hoeveel kerstliedjes krijgen we nog. Ik verwacht in ieder geval wham nog.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Heb nu officieel vakantie...optimaal top2000 luistergenot dusquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:48 schreef Haaibaaike het volgende:
[..]
Hoe dichter bij het nieuwe jaar hoe mooier de nummers zijn/worden. Ik kan niet alles luisteren
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Be(rt en Er)nie Zijspanquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:45 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Ben ik nog op tijd voor Benny Zijspan?
je bent toch verloofd sinds vanmiddag?quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:48 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
[..]
Moet volgende week echt bijtanken, weinig slaap de laatste dagen... Gelukkig ben ik nog "vrij".
Nits - Nescio (1983)
Nescio
Questo paradiso
Nescio
Nella bocca del luppo
Nescio
Lo straniero ¦ morto
Nescio
Questo paradiso
I jumped off a bridge
And went swimming for hours
And nobody nobody's looking
I came to a hotel with
Double rooms and showers
And nobody nobody's knocking
The phone rings on a nightstand
Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know
Too many words after so many miles
Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know
I don't know
Nescio
Questo paradiso
Nescio
Questo quadro ¦ bello
Nescio
Questo paradiso
Nescio
Nella bocca del luppo
Nescio
Lo straniero ¦ morto
Nescio
Questo paradiso
I jumped off a bridge
And went swimming for hours
And nobody nobody's looking
I came to a hotel with
Double rooms and showers
And nobody nobody's knocking
The phone rings on a nightstand
Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know
Too many words after so many miles
Somebody whispers 'hello' I don't know
I don't know
Nescio
Questo paradiso
Nescio
Questo quadro ¦ bello
Ik dacht ff dat Livin' on my own zou beginnen
I'm the patron saint of the denial.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Vandaag en vannacht niks meer in elk geval, als ik het zo snel doorkijk.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:49 schreef Homdeck het volgende:
hoeveel kerstliedjes krijgen we nog. Ik verwacht in ieder geval wham nog.
Ik zal wel weer een cultuurbarbaar zijn als ik zeg dat ik dit niks vind.
nou ja, dat moet dan maar
nou ja, dat moet dan maar
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Klopt!quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:52 schreef Homdeck het volgende:
Ik zal wel weer een cultuurbarbaar zijn als ik zeg dat ik dit niks vind.
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ik heb flappie ( ) nog gespot op 379quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 21:51 schreef Neleos het volgende:
[..]
Vandaag en vannacht niks meer in elk geval, als ik het zo snel doorkijk.
) nog gespot op 379
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
