things i miss the most :: :: ::

2007-11-01

don't mind the quiet Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'till suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most I kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine But sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the most I had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdy good-bye Birdy bye-bye I'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most Steely Dan

Weemoed

2007-10-21

Jeezus, beiden dood, en aan beiden zoveel plezier beleeft. Ischa Meijer in gesprek met Gert-Jan Dr?ge op 21 maart 1993. Ander afleveringen te beluisteren op "Ischa"

Remembrance Day

2007-10-19

In Flanders Fields IN Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae (1872-1918)

Our day trip

2007-10-15

Let's not go to work this morning Let's not wait to leave the city We've got just enough money Let's see how far we can amble One day can make all the difference Rinse the red dirt in the water Can you stay with me and tell them you're sick I'll pack us a meal for our day trip We'll be safe out in the sun We'll split a bottle on a boat Two souls alone out on a lake It will be the perfect afternoon We can lose our clothes and have a swim Your free hand waving from the gate The metal shining at your waist You had so much more ambition Nina Nastasia

Geen Roadtrip

2007-10-11

De trip gaat niet door.. Niet omdat we ruzie hebben, wel gehad natuurlijk.. Maar aan de auto moet teveel worden verspijkerd om met haar salaris te kunnen betalen. 2 jaar terug dezelfde route gereden. Nederland, Orleans, Bordeaux, Valladolid, Madrid, Cadiz, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Morro Jable op Fuerteventura