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chesirekeith escreveu:
Hey I love some of your library tracks. If you like Truck records check out some of my top bands. Classic brit soul/pop/rock sound that seems to be a dying trend :(
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MauritzVD escreveu:
Waar blijft u geil blogbericht?
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Brooklyn211 escreveu:
NICE LIBRARY
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MauritzVD escreveu:
iTunes weet et ook al, als ik de witte ben aant importeren, dan wiltem zo rap mogelijk voorbij de slechte nummers zijn. Ge had moeten zien oe rap datem gedaan had me Wild Honey Pie...
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michielster escreveu:
Nice, super compatibility. NY was super he.
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MauritzVD escreveu:
Ik masturbeer op electropunk, dus als ik eventjes Joseph Beuys half mag citeren: Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja... Das Weisse Band vindek wel nie wijs van u, kdacht dawe nu samen gingen gaan? Ge wou woensdag nie mee naar Gent komen, dus ik dacht, we gaan later wel. Gezien uw uitleg 'ikebmijnvestnogniegekochtwantdawasafgesprokendakdameiemandandersgingdoen' wel heel overtuigend klonk...
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MauritzVD escreveu:
Haha, Echoes op 45? Klinkt nu al wijs. Maar goed: Ik eb besloten. Ons eerste nummer wordt ZEKER 'Chris Christie is a f*cker': http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Christie. Lees vooral waardatem voor staat, de fucker. En da nummer moeter rap komen, en der moe rap succes zijn, daze et daar in New Jersey rap horen. Aja, en mijn platenspeler skipt nie zoveel meer. Keb geprutst aan de naaldkop, en tga al beter. En kvindet ook spijtig dakem nie kan afstellen, maja. 50 euro, e. Pourveur overigens: Het is et eerste waaraan dak dacht. Nog iets? Aja, vrijdag is goe. Dan moete we der ook nie samen om gaan en as ge dan 1000 euro meer wil betalen, is da goe voor mij.
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MauritzVD escreveu:
When the routine bites hard And ambitions are low And the resentment rides high But emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways Taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Why is the bedroom so cold Turned away on your side? Is my timing that flawed Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Do you cry out in your sleep All my failings expose? Get a taste in my mouth As desperation takes hold Is it something so good Just can't function no more? When love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Tis maar dadet weet. En trouwens: waarom zette gij nen link naar mijn inbox van facebook op last.fm, en waarom verwijderde et dan ook weer?
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snake31303 escreveu:
Hi, very nice library, very nice charts. Greetings form Germany.
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MauritzVD escreveu:
Vree goe, ma een beetje kort. Last van zijne rug, e...
Sobre mim
"You know how to whistle, don't you Steve? You just put your lips together and blow ... "
I'm just an animal looking for a home and to
Share the same space for a minute or two
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me;
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what youre saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child has grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.
electricity comes from other planets
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"Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde."
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone." Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a HUMAN BEING -goddamnit - my life has VALUE!" So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
I'm just an animal looking for a home and to
Share the same space for a minute or two
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me;
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what youre saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child has grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb.
electricity comes from other planets
---
"Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde."
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone." Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a HUMAN BEING -goddamnit - my life has VALUE!" So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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Steve Reich is playing at my house, at my house
27 Out 2008 | 2 comentários
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Dear Heath,
24 Jan 2008 | 4 comentários
