MUZ Muziek
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
VInd ik ookquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:41 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
Dis best een leuk Frans nummertje
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile happy your days ( i can dream of the old days)
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time i knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And i mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The still cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies ,another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile happy your days ( i can dream of the old days)
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time i knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And i mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The still cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies ,another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Ooooh....Barbra....
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.
Ik ookquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:42 schreef Wickedangel het volgende:
Hij zei "Streisèèènd"
Idd...als je meezingt met radio, dan lijkt het nog best wat...quote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:43 schreef Bluezz het volgende:
Lekker meegalmen dit, en maar denken dat je dezelfde stem als zijn hebt
Moeten ze niet ineens het volume naar beneden draaien
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.
Dan durf ik mijn mond niet meer open te doenquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:43 schreef Bluezz het volgende:
Lekker meegalmen dit, en maar denken dat je dezelfde stem als zijn hebt
Leuk, voor je burenquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:43 schreef Bluezz het volgende:
Lekker meegalmen dit, en maar denken dat je dezelfde stem als zijn hebt
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Ja, daar kon ik dus ook niet bij.quote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:41 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
Gewoon het excel-bestand downloaden van de site, hastikke handig!
Maar inmiddels - na wat creatief klikken - ben ik helemaal bij.
http://top2000.radio2.nl/2006/page/lijst_peruur/2006-12-31%2001quote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:40 schreef broer het volgende:
Iemand een direct linkje naar de lijst voor me? Via radio2.nl doet het niet op mijn Mac.
Erst kommt das Fressen und dann kommt die Moral
In de auto zing (of schreeuw soms) ik vaak meequote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:44 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
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Idd...als je meezingt met radio, dan lijkt het nog best wat...
Moeten ze niet ineens het volume naar beneden draaien
Ik ook, en dan kom ik wel eens met keelpijn thuisquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:45 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
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In de auto zing (of schreeuw soms) ik vaak mee
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
I'm just a Soul whose Intentions are Good
Ik ook...altijd..en keihard!quote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:45 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
[..]
In de auto zing (of schreeuw soms) ik vaak mee
Doe er ook wel es dansjes bij
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.
Haha ik niet, maar ik ga er wel helemaal in op, heerlijkquote:Op zondag 31 december 2006 01:46 schreef Ingetje79 het volgende:
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Ik ook...altijd..en keihard!
Doe er ook wel es dansjes bij
