Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk
cigarettes and chocolate milk these are just a couple of my cravings everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger a little bit thicker a little bit harmful for me if i should buy jellybeans have to eat them all in just one sitting everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter a little bit fatter a little bit harmful for me and then there's those other things which for several reasons we won't mention everything about them is a little bit stranger a little bit harder a little bit deadly it isn't very smart tends to make one part so broken-hearted sitting here remembering me always been a shoe made for the city go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places with scrappy boys faces have general run of the town playing with prodigal songs takes a lot of sentimental valiums can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy while running on empty you little old doll with a frown you got to keep in the game maintaining mystique while facing forward i suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes' or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas' it isn't very smart tends to make one part so broken-hearted still there's not a show on my back holes or a friendly intervention i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you so please be kind if i'm a mess cigarettes and chocolate milk
Assessment
Ik ben vandaag geassessed. Veeg mij maar op!
Hallelujah
I heard there was a secret chord That david played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing hallelujah Hallelujah... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah Hallelujah... Baby i've been here before I've seen this room and i've walked this floor I used to live alone before i knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah Hallelujah... Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do you But remember when i moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was hallelujah Well, maybe there's a god above But all i've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you It's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah Hallelujah... En dan de vraag van vandaag: wiens uitvoering is het mooiste?
Pie in the sky
Het overviel me ineens. Een soort Betty Crocker-attack. Half elf ?s avonds en een onbedwingbare behoefte om appeltaart te bakken. Ik heb dat nooit? Verklaring, iemand?
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Zwaarddrager
Heel goed. Je wil het Clash tenslotte ook niet aandoen dat ineens iedereen gillend wegloopt.
Zwaarddrager
Niet strak, w?l glimmend! Heel nichterig bovendien. Zal ook wel nodig zijn met al die vrouwen *kuch*
clash
Als je bijtijds komt kunnen we 's middags alvast even oefenen (daarnaast heb ik ook nog sterke mensen nodig en aangezien jij goed bent met banken heb ik begrepen....)
clash
Ik ken wel een aantal mensen die vast niet zo goed tegen hun verlies kunnen maar dat maakt het dan toch extra leuk! (ben ik trouwens niet voor alle duidelijkheid, daarom ook nooit een goeie topsporter geworden)
clash
En tav van die verstrooidheid ben ik even erg moet ik bekennen. Maar kaarsjes staan braaf op ons te wachten!
clash
Ah ja die... Jij die blijft erg hardnekkig. Ergens iets fout gegaan tijdens mijn vroege jeugd..
