zaterdag 7 juli 2012
dinsdag 3 juli 2012
zondag 1 juli 2012
zaterdag 23 juni 2012
vrijdag 15 juni 2012
maandag 11 juni 2012
zondag 10 juni 2012
zaterdag 9 juni 2012
Stormy Weather
"And i just can't get my poor self together
Oh i'm weary all of the time
the time, so weary all of the time"
vrijdag 8 juni 2012
donderdag 7 juni 2012
Lost in the trees, lyrics
" Go ahead and tell me where you come from
You won't scare me
You can rest your head
And you can grieve"
zaterdag 2 juni 2012
Lisa Hannigan / Tivoli
SAVE TRAVELS
please eat your greens
and don't sit close to screens,
your eyes are a means to an end.
And I would be sorry if, due to your hurry,
you were hit by a lorry my friend.
Like you always say,
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.
Don't walk on ice, no matter how nice,
how sturdy, enticing it seems.
Please cross at the lights
and don't start fires or fights and
don't dabble in heights on caffeine.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.
Don't swallow bleach
out on Sandymount beach,
I'm not sure I'd reach you in time my boy.
Please don't bungee jump
or ignore a strange lump
and a gasoline pump's not a toy.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,safe travels, don't die.
your eyes are a means to an end.
And I would be sorry if, due to your hurry,
you were hit by a lorry my friend.
Like you always say,
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.
Don't walk on ice, no matter how nice,
how sturdy, enticing it seems.
Please cross at the lights
and don't start fires or fights and
don't dabble in heights on caffeine.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.
Don't swallow bleach
out on Sandymount beach,
I'm not sure I'd reach you in time my boy.
Please don't bungee jump
or ignore a strange lump
and a gasoline pump's not a toy.
Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,safe travels, don't die.
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
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