maandag 28 mei 2012
zaterdag 26 mei 2012
The Rains of Castamere
And who are you, the proud lord said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
donderdag 24 mei 2012
zaterdag 19 mei 2012
gOd sAvE ThE qUEEn
Leuk zo'n punk expo. Bak vol nostalgie.
Dochter uitleggen, nee we hadden geen OV-kaart, we gingen liften. Dat ging in etappes.
Geen nachttrein terug naar de provincie.
Met een beetje mazzel kon je na een concert pitten in een kraakpand.
Smartphone? Drie straten verderop misschien een telefooncel.
Shaggies roken in de platenwinkel, als je 'een elpee ging luisteren'.
Later misschien nog kopen. Uren hing je daar. Ja draai m nog maar eens om.
fun fun fun
& 'charge' means run.
vrijdag 18 mei 2012
zaterdag 12 mei 2012
zondag 6 mei 2012
vrijdag 4 mei 2012
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