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It was heavenly when the lady danced in front of me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOeoJZCpxz0

Terry Callier, when the lady danced

 Kennie schelie, we trokkie aan she haarie in Wassenaar see en dittie onzie bloggie postie .. met dat stelletje glimmende glimpiepers en dr omringende net zo ijdelie mutssie schietie niksie oppie .. vernielie mooie wereldie, 

Strepy Anubis Yin Yang 

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Did you see, my lady dance for me
It was heavenly - when my lady danced for me
Can it be - no one is fair as she
It set me free - when my lady danced for me
There are few things sure and certain
Times and seasons ebb and flow 
Behind the final curtain
There's so much that we don't know
Still I must be thankful for the little things I see
Like the roses on the water when my lady danced for me

Can it be - no one is fair as she
(And) it set me free - when my lady danced for me
There are raindrops in the sunshine
A smile can hide a tear
We don't have much to go on
In this world of hope and fear
Still I must be thankful for the little things I see
Like the rainbow on the water when my lady danced for me
Can it be - no one is fair as she
It was heavenly - when my lady danced for me


THURSDAY, MAY 17, 2018

Omdat je nu even wilt ontspannen: weu veuliezietieren von haarte keunigien Maxima met heur verjaerdahaag ! En Wim de Bie nog veel meer !

"Ja, maar ik trok alleen maar aan haar haar, in Wassenaar."
"Sofort mitkommen !"
"Nou zeg, sinds wanneer moet ik mee komen vanwege even aan haar haar trekken."
"Sie sollten mitkommen, jetzt !"
"Wat moet je nou, we waren goed bezig, ik trek even aan haar haar...en ze komt klaar in Wassenaar"
"Ausweis !"
"En nou moeten we zekerr meekomen. Doen we lekker niet. Dahaaag !"
"Jetzt mitkommen, sonnst gibt es aerger!"
"Verstehe kein Deutsch, heil Shitler !"

https://verschrijveres.blogspot.com/search?q=maxima+haar+trekken

Terry Callier, soulful clown, 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxwGZOOznE4

Well the neighborhood I come from
was kind of humm drum
There was always music there
And also things to run from
broken dreams that meant some
I do believe I had my share...

Every street could tell you a story
how it was and what it became
and it leaves an image before me
and an echo repeating my name

And I remember Jim was a tough guy
He was always raising hell, yeah
But he wasn't such a rough guy
No, he's a nice enough guy
If you ever get him known well

all the scenes I just can remember
all the places fading from view
all the memories are turned into music
now I'm bringing it all back to you

and it goes la-la-la .. la la la la laaa

then when I got to high school
I played the shy fool
working out a masterplan
That's where I broke my first rule
I blew my first and last cool
That's where it all began 

Pictures pass leaving fake traces
mirorrs flash a portrait that shows
a few tear stained ever near faces
and a song from long-long ago

But children 
I was such a soulful clown
until they didn't see my game go down

Yeah, I was such a soulful clown
till they didn't see my game go down

Now how the time has flown
and finally I'm a grown man
like they say: you live and learn
I'm finally on my own
standing all alone
I'm passed the point of no return

And here is a prayer for your friends and relations
and a tune you might recognize
Lord I have just one consolation
when I'm wearing my favourite disguise

And children I'll be such a soulful clown
they never see my game go down

Yeah, I was such a soulful clown
they don't never see my game go down

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