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| Geboren op | 22/06/1993 |
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| dinsdag, 30/12/08 16:40 | 1977 and we are going mad
It's 1977 and we've seen too many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
That apathy's a drag
My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat Kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic Weetabix
To dry my tears
My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I don't know what's going on
It's the operator's job, not mine
I said
My dreams I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I've dreamt that I was Hitler
The ruler of the sea
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarket
And even fatalistic me | | zondag, 21/12/08 21:54 | Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy:
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy:
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Panic in the air
See the headless chickens runnin'
Golf carts head on crashin'
Crackin' heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath
And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Yellow air
Yellow clouds
Blowin' down down down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowin' down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until
| | vrijdag, 12/12/08 20:34 | Yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters
CBS promote the Clash
Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with your or me
Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
Sucked from the system that had given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
Steven Jones, you're napalm
If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand
But it's Rimbaud's arm
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
The social elite with safetypins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD | | woensdag, 10/12/08 19:32 | Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!
If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy
Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls
You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think
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Goeienavond! 
- De langste hik ter wereld duurde 68 jaar
( door jellekoppn )
- De botten van een duif wegen minder dan zijn veren
- Een krokodil kan zijn tong niet uitsteken
- Koeien hebben geen boventanden
(Laatste 3 door Invisibly )
We zijn ondertussen al met 563 
& Blijven pm'en!
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tis een oud-op-nieuw veraaltje... 'kmocht dus oud op nieuw gaan viere bij men liefke, en we ginge me zn ouders en zus en wa vrienden van hen iets gaan eten... daarna nog gedanst enz, wij ware 't eig al beu ma zijn ouders hebbe 't tot 4u getrokke.. ondertusse kon tem al niet van mij afblijve, onder mijne rok zitte, en onder mijn tshirt. Ja eindelijk thuis ginge zijn ouders en zus nog ff burgers ete, ma wij hadde geen goesting meer, en eigelijk was 'k best moe (mijn pa kwam mij die dag zelf om half 12 al hale).. Maja we ginge naar zn kamer (eigelijk die van zijn oma, maar hij heeft er nog geen dus as ik blijf slape, ligge wij daar..) en hij mij uitklede, ik hem, tot op ons ondergoed dan.. Een uur later, toen tie vroeg van, wilt ge 't doen? (twas den eerste keer) En kwas eigelek totaal niet zeker, want we ware nog niet zolang same.. Maar kzei van, kwil 't wel proberen, dus uiteindelijk, is 't redelijk goed gegaan, twas zalig, alleen heeft zijn moeder ons wel gehoord, en mag ik nu dus niét meer bij mijn lief blijve slapen :' ).
Nog oud op nieuw verhaaltjes? pm me!
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