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Roxichu Erelid
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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De man is aangeklaagd wegens vandalisme. |
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nietmeer
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(niets) |
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DoccieDraaiorgel Erelid
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SuJ4TlvPNE |
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allone Oudgediende
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eARTqnx_10 |
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botte bijl Oudgediende
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http://www.viinikartta.fi/media/item_images/alko/FIN/hr/229784.jpg |
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allone Oudgediende
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ik kom je tot morgenochtend gezelschap houden |
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borisbaarlo Senior lid WMRindex: 50 OTindex: 1.036
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"If this is something your kid is passionate about you owe it to them to take an hour or two to figure it out," he says. |
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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880 795 |
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allone Oudgediende
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http://www.waarmaarraar.nl/forum/6/ID/2639881/GO/600/limmerick_en_andere_rijmsels_.html#bottem |
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Roxichu Erelid
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At first you believe, and then you start lying Swallowing pain likes its shredded up glass I'm bleeding inside under a very black sky Disappointment is cruel, but hope can be crueler I have felt them both until I thought I could die Now all my tears are dry under a very black sky
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Emmo Stamgast
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@Roxichu: Volgens mij luister je te vaak naar "Dark side of the moon". Ter info: "The devision bell" is ook best goed. |
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Roxichu Erelid
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@Emmo: The Devision Bell is mijn favoriet! Vooral 'High Hopes', 'keep talking' en 'Lost For Words' vindt ik mooie nummers. Maar het nummer wat ik net ctrl- v'de is van Sick Puppies. "Under A Very Black Sky" |
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@Roxichu: @Emmo: IMHO is "Echoes" het allermooiste nummer dat The Floyd ooit gemaakt heeft! Na het overlijden van Richard Wright in 2008 heeft David Gilmour gezworen dit nummer nooit meer te spelen.... |
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Radiate simply The candle is burning So low for me Generate me limply I can't seem to place Your name, cherie To rearrange All these thoughts In a moment is suicide Come to a strange place We'll talk over old times We never spied |
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Roxichu Erelid
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SamuiAxe: Ik kan niet kiezen hoor... Er zijn zoveel goede nummers van hen!
Maar "Lost For Words" doet toch elke keer weer wat met me... Het is het nummer wat Roger schreef na de ruzie met de bassist...
"To martyr yourself to caution Is not going to help at all because there'll be no safety in numbers When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness? Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? Stuck in a world of isolation While the ivy grows over the door"
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@Roxichu: Zo zie je maar hoezeer smaken uiteen lopen. Persoonlijk vind ik 'Lost for words' (te)veel op Dire Straits lijken Ook waanzinnig mooi vind ik 'Dogs Of War' Laatste edit 02-10-2013 15:18 |
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air. You better watch out, There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real. Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel. What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger. When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication Master the art of karate, Lo, we shall rise up, And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream. Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as you're told. Get out of the road if you want to grow old. |
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Roxichu Erelid
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Sheep |
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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Roxichu Erelid
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@FredDFreeloader: Absoluut! Die teksten zijn echt zoals iedereen het voelt, maar niemand heeft er de woorden voor... |
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allone Oudgediende
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Natur... herrliche Frische... Gesundheit... prickelndes Leben... |
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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@Roxichu: Yep, en daarom is tekstschrijven een vak apart. |
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allone Oudgediende
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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/78/Ballet-Ballerina-1853.jpg |
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FredDFreeloader Erelid
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