Er zijn zo van die nummers die een speciale betekenis hebben. Omdat ze je aan je overleden hamster doen denken, of een mooie herinnering naar boven brengen. Maar meestal doen ze je verdriet. Hieronder een vijftal nummers die me nooit onberoerd zullen laten, in a good way or a very, very bad. Geniet ervan.
I'll be your winter coat,
buttoned and zipped straight to the throat,
with the collar up, so you won't catch a cold
I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away
like a slow parade
it's leaving but I don't know how soon
He's got this dream about buyin' some land
he's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
and then he'll settle down, in some quiet little town
and forget about everything
But you know he'll always keep moving
you know he's never gonna stop moving
'cause he's rollin'
he's the rollin' stone
Then I see you
you're walking cross the campus
cruel professor
studying romances
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
You say your life will be the death of you
tell me, do you wash your hair in honey dew?
and long for all of them in love with you
but they never do
no they never do
Hot diggity Eefje. Postal Service, Bright Eyes en Vampire Weekend. Er zit meer in u dan Grimbergen en games. (Dat zei ik natuurlijk zuiver voor de alliteratie.)
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Can't judge a book by it's cover he Seppie.
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