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Karakter | Lievelingskleur | | donker rood | | Muzieksmaak | | THE REAL MCKENZIES $ dropkick murphy's $ THE UNSEEN $ the casualties $ the exploited $ flogging molly $ the virus $ nofx $ venerea $ real big fish $ iggy pop $ anti-flag $ BAD RELIGION $ blind pigs $ lagwagon $ less than jake $ no use for a name $ the vandals $ born from pain $ rancid $ rise against $ ska-p $ the ramones $ the briggs $ complete control $ a global threat $ the misfits $ the sexpistols $ funeral dress $ black flag $ career soldiers $ CHEAP SEX $ condemned 84 $ agnostic Front $ oi polloi $ the dead pets $ +44 $ the pogues $ antidote $ the krays $ the bruisers $ blood for blood $ soulfly $ Forgotten Rebels $ oxymoron $ terror $ Aus-Rotten $ ....
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| zondag, 26/10/08 12:33 | In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.
See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.
Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.
Enquiring for a rogue, They said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubbling,
When off to Holyhead, Wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing,
Poor old Erin's isle They began abusing,
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, Let the shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,
With a loud hurray, They joined me in the fray.
Soon we cleared the way, O'er the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
| | donderdag, 09/10/08 18:07 | You ain't like us but you try to be
...you're a fake you're a joke, you are nothing like me
see no spirit behind the sound you play
...you're a fake...
It's still our music you abuse
...you're a fake...
it's our way of life that you misuse
...you're a fake...
On the dole, on parole - but not selling out, ALIVE OR DEAD
we won't sell our soul for a faggy rock'n'roll career
This is the way we feel
this band's for now and real
[Chorus 
We're seeing you through
and your intentions ain't true
so fuck you, fuck you
if I was in your way
you would bury me ALIVE OR DEAD
You could hear our vows
if you came to our shows
singing fuck you, fuck you
there's too many of you yet
and you're full of shit
The bandwagon's jumped on there's one ahead
...you're a fake...
you'll be gone as fast as your name was spread
...you're a fake...
You'll play jazz tomorrow if that was hip
...you're a fake...
five minute fashion's stardom trip
...you're a fake...
there's no place among us if you wanna get
...you're a fake..
just a famous rockstar, ALIVE OR DEAD
...you're a fake...
| | maandag, 06/10/08 15:59 | the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should be
the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should act
chorus
stay punk stay free
and this is our only scene
they won't change me
making rules in anarchy
chorus 2 (x2)
can't you understand we have different causes and beliefs
can't you understand we are here for the same thing
now the scene will tell you how you fucking really should be
now the scene will tell you how you fucking really should act
spreading gossip creating conflict
a bunch of nuisance isn't for me
making rules making laws
no more fun in the scene
chorus
chorus 2
we don't want to fucking tell you
what you fucking really should do
we don't want to fucking tell you
how you fucking really should act
punk is think for yourself
not who is who or what is what
they destroy our movement
they destroy our scene
chorus
chorus2
repeat verse 1
they destroy our movement
they destroy our scene
they destroy all we have
they destroy all of it
chorus
chorus2
| | maandag, 01/09/08 13:59 | Wake up in the morning
Go push to get paid
Don't mind the work
But to the grind you're a slave
While other people prosper
You got to survive
You got a wife
You got kids
Unemployment's on the rise
I won't work for the company
But unemployment's going to kill me
Unemployment
Unemployment
So you work for the company
See what you can get
Thirty years have past
You haven't seen nothing yet
Held up your end of the deal
Did what you could do
Forty years gone by
There's nothing for you
I won't work for the company
But unemployment's going to kill me
Unemployment
Unemployment
Why work for the company?
No one will work for the company
I won't work for the company, NO!
| | zaterdag, 09/08/08 17:34 | ik hou zo'n heel klein beetje veel van u 
uw hartepikkediefje♥ |
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ik en mijn vriendinneken!!<3 (1 jaar en 9 maand liefde al!!!)
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 | | Cause' if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth i could be
Thinking maybe you'd come back to the place that we'd meet
Then you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street...
♥ So i'm not moving ♥ | | | Grapperik  | | | Doe mij da echt noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooit meer aan!  | | | | ♥ tot en met ja! | | | | BOllieboos i love you!♥ | | | Wauw wat kwaak jij zo mooi  | | | Dank u van u lieve cadeau bollebloos
ik KWAAK van u!♥ | | | | Slimme sam, sexy sam, sappige sam, simpele sam, saaie sam, sippe sam, sullige sam, schrale sam, snelle sam, stoute sam, snuggerige sam, schrale sam, sympathieke sam, strenge sam, suffe sam, sombere sam, slechte sam, slanke sam, stijve sam, stille sam, stoere sam, stekelige sam, schattige sam, schele sam, scheve sam, simpele sam, smerige sam,... | | | | Haha ge had het op die foto:' ) haha ik over pino. | | | Maar miniscuul  |
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