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Grace Kelly Blues – Eels

The cut-rate mime walking through the dirty streets
Of paris in the hot august heat
Sun melting the fake smile away
Just looking for a place to stay

The actress gave up all her old dreams
And traded up now she is a queen
Royal families don’t have time for that shit
Your crystal ball – you keep it hid

The tractor-trailer driver radios:
Help me someone i’m out here all alone
Truck driving the black night away
Praying for the light of day

The kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick
His hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick
Taking your order he will look away
He doesn’t have a thing to say

But me i’m feeling pretty good as of now
I’m not so sure when i got here or how
Sun melting the fake smile away
I think, you know, i’ll be okay

Voor de de liefhebber toch nog maar even een officiële afsluiter van de Strakke Stringetjesweek. Sommige strings begrijp ik niet zo goed. Andere juist weer wel.

Maar goed, met string of zonder… het heeft ons weer even bezig gehouden.

J C

Met het stoppen met wodka drinken van Boris heeft Nine haar koppositie weer weten te hervinden. Sinds het veel te late heengaan van nazihoer Florentine Rost van Tonningen-Heubel stonden Nine en Diederik op een gedeelde eerste plaats.

Hoe zal deze spannende competitie verdergaan? U leest het binnenkort, hier op Wakkere Burgers!

Vergeet intussen vooral ons Dodenlijstforum niet!

Voor we hem vergeten…

Hij is dood.

“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”

-Philip K. Dick

Voor we hem vergeten…

Hij is vandaag 70 jaar geworden!

I want you – Bob Dylan

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it’s not that way,
I wasn’t born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin’ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they’ve gone down
True love they’ve been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
‘Cause I don’t think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I’m not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see.
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn’t very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

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Voor we hem vergeten…

Hij belde zijn dochter vorige week.

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