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Nee ik ook nietquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:22 schreef Diaan73 het volgende:
Ik vind dit echt 3x niets...
Maare ik ga toch pitten, veel luisterplezier nog
Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
Oh, Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still
Be here with me
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday, Monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh, Monday morning you gave me no warning
Of what was to be
Oh, Monday, Monday
How could you leave and not take me
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day of the week is fine (fine), yeah
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time
Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
But, Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still
Be here with me
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday, Monday
It just turns out that way
Oh, Monday, Monday
Won't go away
Monday, Monday
It's here to stay
Oh, Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
Oh, Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still
Be here with me
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday, Monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh, Monday morning you gave me no warning
Of what was to be
Oh, Monday, Monday
How could you leave and not take me
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day of the week is fine (fine), yeah
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time
Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be
But, Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still
Be here with me
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day
Monday, Monday
It just turns out that way
Oh, Monday, Monday
Won't go away
Monday, Monday
It's here to stay
Oh, Monday, Monday
Make love, not war ☮
trustequote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:23 schreef RedFever007 het volgende:
[..]
Nee ik ook niet
Maare ik ga toch pitten, veel luisterplezier nog
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Slaap lekkerquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:23 schreef RedFever007 het volgende:
[..]
Nee ik ook niet
Maare ik ga toch pitten, veel luisterplezier nog
Make love, not war ☮
Welterustenquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:23 schreef RedFever007 het volgende:
[..]
Nee ik ook niet
Maare ik ga toch pitten, veel luisterplezier nog
Going back right the cities
through the country rivers so pretty
people wonder why I'm going back home.
Just the place where I belong
back home
back home
back home
back home.
Well I'm a round the world rambler
just a forune gambler.
It's always good to be back home -
round and round the world goes round
got ma friends in every town
from border to border every place I've been
but I've gotta be back if you know what I mean
back home
back home
back home
back home.
Well I'm a round the world rambler
just a forune gambler.
It's always good to be back home.
through the country rivers so pretty
people wonder why I'm going back home.
Just the place where I belong
back home
back home
back home
back home.
Well I'm a round the world rambler
just a forune gambler.
It's always good to be back home -
round and round the world goes round
got ma friends in every town
from border to border every place I've been
but I've gotta be back if you know what I mean
back home
back home
back home
back home.
Well I'm a round the world rambler
just a forune gambler.
It's always good to be back home.
Make love, not war ☮
Where you can hear a country song from far
and someone play the honky-tonk guitar
Where all the lights will go out one by one
the people join the sun
and the wind takes it away
Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea
and lovers found the place they'd like to be
how many times before the song was ending
love and understanding
everywhere around
refrein:
Mississippi, I'll remember you
whenever I should go away
I'll be longing for the day
that I will be in dream there again
Mississippi, you be on my mind
everytime I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
until the end of time
Now the country song for ever lost its soul
when the guitar player turned to rock & roll
and everytime when summernights are falling
I always will be calling dreams of yesterday.
refrein
everytime I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
until the end of time
meezingnummer
and someone play the honky-tonk guitar
Where all the lights will go out one by one
the people join the sun
and the wind takes it away
Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea
and lovers found the place they'd like to be
how many times before the song was ending
love and understanding
everywhere around
refrein:
Mississippi, I'll remember you
whenever I should go away
I'll be longing for the day
that I will be in dream there again
Mississippi, you be on my mind
everytime I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
until the end of time
Now the country song for ever lost its soul
when the guitar player turned to rock & roll
and everytime when summernights are falling
I always will be calling dreams of yesterday.
refrein
everytime I hear this song
Mississippi roll along
until the end of time
meezingnummer
Make love, not war ☮
Pfoei, ik word een beetje misselijk van de sneeuw-amandelen en dat in combi met de pussycat...
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Gaat meezingen
Miiiiihiiiiissiiiiiiissiiiiiippiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miiiiihiiiiissiiiiiiissiiiiiippiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 22:31 schreef Neleos het volgende:
O-o-ranje
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.
Mee eensquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:30 schreef djenneke het volgende:
Pfoei, ik word een beetje misselijk van de sneeuw-amandelen en dat in combi met de pussycat...
Ken ik niet nee...mis ik wat?
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.
Take a look at my girlfriend
'Cause She's the only one I've got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo 'cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They've got to have them in Texas
Because everyone's a millionaire
I'm a winner, I'm a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I'm a loser, what a joker
I'm playing my jokes upon you
While there's nothing better to do
Don't you look at my girlfriend
For She's the only one I got
Well Not much of a girlfriend
But Never seem to get a lot
What you got? Not a lot
Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
ik wist trouwens helemaal niet het dit liedje was, maar nu ik de eerste regels heb gelezen, herken ik het ...
'Cause She's the only one I've got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo 'cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They've got to have them in Texas
Because everyone's a millionaire
I'm a winner, I'm a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I'm a loser, what a joker
I'm playing my jokes upon you
While there's nothing better to do
Don't you look at my girlfriend
For She's the only one I got
Well Not much of a girlfriend
But Never seem to get a lot
What you got? Not a lot
Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
ik wist trouwens helemaal niet het dit liedje was, maar nu ik de eerste regels heb gelezen, herken ik het ...
Make love, not war ☮
Dat had ik ook ja!quote:ik wist trouwens helemaal niet het dit liedje was, maar nu ik de eerste regels heb gelezen, herken ik het ...
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.
Ja Ik ga even kijken of ik een clipje op YouTube kan vinden.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:33 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
Ken ik niet nee...mis ik wat?
Bien sûr il y a les guerres d'Irlande
Et les peuplades sans musique
Bien sûr tout ce manque de tendres
Il n'y a plus d'Amérique
Bien sûr l'argent n'a pas d'odeur
Mais pas d'odeur me monte au nez
Bien sûr on marche sur les fleurs
Mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr il y a nos défaites
Et puis la mort qui est tout au bout
Nos corps inclinent déjà la tête
Étonnés d'être encore debout
Bien sûr les femmes infidèles
Et les oiseaux assassinés
Bien sûr nos coeurs perdent leurs ailes
Mais mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr ces villes épuisées
Par ces enfants de cinquante ans
Notre impuissance à les aider
Et nos amours qui ont mal aux dents
Bien sûr le temps qui va trop vite
Ces métro remplis de noyés
La vérité qui nous évite
Mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr nos miroirs sont intègres
Ni le courage d'être juifs
Ni l'élégance d'être nègres
On se croit mèche on n'est que suif
Et tous ces hommes qui sont nos frères
Tellement qu'on n'est plus étonnés
Que par amour ils nous lacèrent
Mais voir un ami pleurer
Et les peuplades sans musique
Bien sûr tout ce manque de tendres
Il n'y a plus d'Amérique
Bien sûr l'argent n'a pas d'odeur
Mais pas d'odeur me monte au nez
Bien sûr on marche sur les fleurs
Mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr il y a nos défaites
Et puis la mort qui est tout au bout
Nos corps inclinent déjà la tête
Étonnés d'être encore debout
Bien sûr les femmes infidèles
Et les oiseaux assassinés
Bien sûr nos coeurs perdent leurs ailes
Mais mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr ces villes épuisées
Par ces enfants de cinquante ans
Notre impuissance à les aider
Et nos amours qui ont mal aux dents
Bien sûr le temps qui va trop vite
Ces métro remplis de noyés
La vérité qui nous évite
Mais voir un ami pleurer!
Bien sûr nos miroirs sont intègres
Ni le courage d'être juifs
Ni l'élégance d'être nègres
On se croit mèche on n'est que suif
Et tous ces hommes qui sont nos frères
Tellement qu'on n'est plus étonnés
Que par amour ils nous lacèrent
Mais voir un ami pleurer
Make love, not war ☮
Ik voel een dipje opkomen
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.
Deze versie is prima te verteren
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Niet gevonden, nahja.quote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:36 schreef Neleos het volgende:
[..]
Ja Ik ga even kijken of ik een clipje op YouTube kan vinden.
Ga es je best doen dan!quote:
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.
Plugged in
Frida Boccara Zoooooo'n lelijk wijf, maar best mooie stem.
Stond altijd een beetje spastisch heen en weer te wiegen
Sting nu
Frida Boccara Zoooooo'n lelijk wijf, maar best mooie stem.
Stond altijd een beetje spastisch heen en weer te wiegen
Sting nu
Te jankerig (en weer een mooi geniaal moment om binnen te vallen) . . .
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
sting
die man blijft toch een mooie stem hebben.
Jammer dat hij ook zoveel zeiknummers heeft uitgebracht
die man blijft toch een mooie stem hebben.
Jammer dat hij ook zoveel zeiknummers heeft uitgebracht
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
hierna rita hovink
daar kun je goed op meeblèren
daar kun je goed op meeblèren
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Vind je dit een zeiknummerquote:Op vrijdag 29 december 2006 22:50 schreef djenneke het volgende:
sting
die man blijft toch een mooie stem hebben.
Jammer dat hij ook zoveel zeiknummers heeft uitgebracht
