Fugees - Killing Me softly
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song. I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, And so I came to see him and listen for a while. And there he was this young bwoy, stranger to my eyes, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song. I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song [CLEF:] Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge [LAURYN:] Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song. Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . shoutouts and fade. Was voor een vriendin. |
mwhaha ik deed dat net ff, maar dat was dus een mailtje van mn vader aan een vriend, die ga k hier dus niet neerzetten :P
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Zit Jij Echt Nog Maar In De Tweede En Dan Al Zó Volmaakt?!
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Van groot tot klein, van eenvoudig tot veelzijdig, Phonic heeft het allemaal, of je nu 4, 6, 7 of 10 ingangen wilt. Van 1x80 watt, 1x150 watt, 2x100 watt, 2x200 watt, 3x200 watt, 2x300 watt, 3x270 watt tot 2x400 watt, de Powerpod serie biedt maatwerk voor een confectieprijs.
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"Fontein" van Duchamp
Een schitterend voorbeeld daarvan is natuurlijk het urinoir van de Franse dada kunstenaar Marcel Duchamp, getiteld "Fontein". Als hij dit werk in 1917, gesigneerd met de naam R.Mutt, bij een galeriehouder aflevert als een serieus kunstwerk gooit de brave man de pisbak gelijk bij het afval. De provocatie is gelukt en Duchamp zal met nog meer acties als deze mensen laten nadenken over wat beeldende kunst nou eigenlijk is of kan zijn. |
SexIdols
Het programma 'Idols' is een grote hit in Nederland. In Idols zijn ze op zoek naar een nieuw popidool. Duizenden jongeren gaven zich op om daarna door de strenge jury te worden afgeblaft. Een Nederlandse website springt op dit succes in. Onder het motto "kun je niet zingen, maar wel bukken?" kun je je registreren voor SexIdols (Niet voor minderjarige bezoekers). De voorrondes gaan snel van start. (Nu.nl) :) |
Oh, en ik eet Angela natuurlijk graag
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Een probleempje was wel de doelgroepbepaling: waar leg je de grenzen en dan vooral: kan het ook voor kinderen van beneden de twaalf of is dat geen doelgroep
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Ulora
Deel 1: Ulora Inleiding owja, was met verhaal bezig. |
Wat heb u liever de euro of de gulden?
Van één of andere enquette... |
INCOMPLETE~Xanno Gallois - Teqnology Special - ID&T Radio.mp3.mp3
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Nog geen opsporing ‘lek’
Publiekrecht. Het artikel heeft betrekking op artikel 25 van de gemeentewet. Hierin staat dat op onderwerpen die besproken worden, verplichte geheimhouding kan worden gelegd. Bij dit artikel is dit dus het geval; die geheimhouding is doorbroken. huiswerk :o |
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weet je het zeker? het is veel hoor, nou dit dus:
<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>lady of shalott_txt</TITLE> </HEAD> <BODY BGCOLOR="000000"> <FONT COLOR="33399"> <CENTER> The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Lord Tennyson.<BR> Part I<BR> On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veiled, Slide the heavy barges trailed By slow horses; and unhailed The shallop flitteth silken-sailed Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Part II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalot Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-haired page in crimson clad, Goes by to towered Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glittered free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazoned baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalot. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burned like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often through the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; On burnished hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flowed His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse, Like some bold seer in a trance Seeing all his own mischance, With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right - The leaves upon her falling light - Through the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot. For ere she reached upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott." </CENTER> </FONT> |
"So Much To Say"
I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside can't see the light and my heaven is a nice house in the sky I got central heating and I'm alright yeah yeah yeah can't see the light keep it locked up inside don't talk about it t-t-talk about the weather yeah yeah yeah open up my head and let me out little baby 'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time can't see the light treading trodden trails for a long long time, time, time, time, time, time, time I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else I see you young and soft oh little baby little feet, little feet, little hands little baby one year of crying and the words creep up inside creep into your mind yeah so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time can't see the light treading trodden trails for a long long time........... I find sometimes it's easy to be myself sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say ohh so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say little baby ahh so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say little feet little hands little baby so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say open up my head and let me out little baby |
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hai, wij zijn Melanie en Adjana. wanneer je dit bericht in juli al hebt ontvangen en niet positief vond dan hoef je niet verder te lezen. uit die oproep voor onze prive gangbang party van afgelopen augustus hebben we veel leuke aanmeldingen ontvangen en een vreselijke geile party kunnen organiseren. met dank aan Petra en Johan (*knipoog*). voor tussen kerst en oud en nieuw gaan we op herhaling. het wordt de eerste kerstgangbang-party. ben jij tussen de 18 en 45 en vind je het leuk om mee te doen in onze sexorgie dan moet je je even aanmelden met Melanie. En dat kun je nu doen als je een sms-bericht verstuurd met als text: SMS GB naar het nummer 4060. je krijgt dan vanzelf de info en uitnodiging naar jouw telefoon gestuurd. het kost 1,10 euro per bericht. hahah o dat was van een een of ander vaag mailtje dat ik kreeg, ik liet het ff aan iemand anders zien daarom stond het erin.... geen rare dingen gaan denken hoor:D:D |
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"POLLUTED" LISTS the Prime Minister gives the feeling to want to humiliate Vojislav Kostunica, while using of the capacity of harmful effect it has. He mobilized neither his militants nor the apparatus of his party. Questioned on a possible motion of censure at the Serb Parliament, Mr. Djindjic wanted to be trustful as for the maintenance of his reforming government. It doubts that a majority takes shape against him. Sunday morning, Mr. Kostunica had declared that a possible failure of the poll "would involve anticipated legislative elections". These elections would make it possible to clarify the report/ratio of forces within the coalition carried to the capacity after the fall of Slobodan Milosevic, but which, since, lived. At the evening of the results, Mr. Kostunica showed the government not not to have made enough "to clean" the electoral rolls inherited the Milosevic mode, the lists "polluted" by the great number of moved during the wars and the blur on the number of the voters of Kosovo. The democratic party of Serbia (DSS) of Vojislav Kostunica estimates thus that 70 000 people are recorded twice. "This failure is a shame for the government", it hammered.
wat vertaald frans huiswerk :) |
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ik zocht op wanneer er voro het laatst een fototopic is geweest, aan de hand van de fototopic van Talon |
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