Friday

i don't care if monday's blue
tuesday's grey and wednesday too
thursday I don't care about you
it's friday i'm in love uhhh nee dat klopt dan weer niet....

920 keer bekeken. | Tjarko @ 11:01 cet

REACTIES:

Tikky -(site)
Cure - Friday I'm In Love....(sorry, kan het niet laten..)

19 december 2003 11:12 cet  

Tjarko -(site)
Je meent het... goh!! ik wist niet dat het van dat nummer was joh ;-)

19 december 2003 12:29 cet  

f@b -(site)
hahaha!

19 december 2003 14:01 cet  

Alex -
OK Tikky, en deze??

Lazy Gilly was a flower child
All the summer
Calmly running wild
She'd be silly and her friends just smiled
Pass the bottle
Wash the pills down - what went wrong
What went wrong

She don't care no more
She don't need to fight it
She don't care no more
She gets paid on Friday

Cooler weather it's not cool to smile |
Pretty colours
Going out of style
It ain't so bad when you get used to it
Once you clock in
You'll take any shit - all right
Ain't that right

She don't care no more
She don't need to fight it
She don't care no more
She gets paid on Friday

Monday morning
Friday's far away
Pray you'll make it
It's a magic day
Bells will ring and you'll go out to play
Spend your money
Pass the bottle
Friday rules
Friday rules OK

Ain't talking 'bout Monday
Ain't talking 'bout Tuesday
Ain't talking 'bout Wednesday
Ain't talking 'bout Thursday
I 'm talking 'bout . . .

She don't care no more
She don't need to fight it
She don't care no more
She gets paid on Friday

She gets paid on Friday, Friday, Friday . . .

19 december 2003 14:49 cet  

Tikky -(site)
@T: duuhh!!

@A: Moest er wel ff over nadenken hoor maar het is van Joe Jackson (Friday-I am the man)

19 december 2003 15:41 cet  

Erik -(site)
Joe jackson ;)
Toevallig gisteren bij zangles nog "is she really going out with him" a cappella moeten zingen.

19 december 2003 15:42 cet  

Zippy -
Ok, volgende:

Your head come on is dead and gone it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my decoder
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered?
And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer
Can I, can I break your sentiment
You're just a monument, can't see no precedent
Just wanna shout what the fuck
Jimmy Dean is Halloween like kerosene for dee dee scene
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I skip this thing I ordered
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a vibe decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered?
And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer
Can I, can I break your sentiment
(To me) you're just a monument, can't see no precedent
Just wanna shout what the fuck
And there's always something in the air
Your face come on is dead and gone, you might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my devoter
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I skip yeah what I ordered?
And can I break your sentiment?
So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment
So can I break your sentiment,

19 december 2003 15:48 cet  

Alex -
hahaha, dit is lache!
eeeeehm: dEUS, Worst case scenario

19 december 2003 16:19 cet  

Tikky -(site)
Hahaha, leuk toch? :-)

Deze is vast voor morgen:

The neon light,
of the "Open all night",
was just in time replaced by,
the magic appearance of a new day, while
melancholic Reno was crawling on his back just in,
front of the supermarket doorway child

Hey girl, cold summernight,
as we stood on the corner,
as a man passed by and asked us,
what we were doing what we need,
as he pointed his big fat finger to the people hangin round
at the other side of the street, Oh well

doin' nothing, just hanging around what do you mean
doin' nothing Sir. So we had to hit him to the ground,
doin' nothing just hanging around. His head
all busted lookin' just a lttle to wise

I just can't wait
I just can't wait For.......

19 december 2003 17:20 cet  

Tjarko -(site)
Herman Brood Saturday Night.. simpel ;)

19 december 2003 17:30 cet  

Tjarko -(site)
Ook voor morgen :d Kijken of jullie hem kennen....

Well it's Brooklyn Bums
Well it's the dirty birds
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn won't go back on our words
Cause' we're pissing on the curbs, dishing out the dirt
Yo! someone's got to shout out to Bensonhurst
Ray Ridge Lordz rule
I might lose my cool
in a bar room brawl
and beat them down with a stool
I'm drunk it hit my head
I'm pissed I'm turning red
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn
if you fuck around you're dead
E to the D to the G the E
Like the loans shark's muscle
(Admoney) 'Yo, I'll bust your freakin' knee!'
With a bat or a pipe
In my parish that's a fight
Yo, you caught the Brooklyn fever on a Saturday night.

19 december 2003 17:32 cet  

Tikky -(site)
ppfff.. eitje!!

Lordz of Brooklyn

19 december 2003 17:40 cet  

Alex -(site)
Deze dan voor de zaterdag:

A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life
like small change on strangers...

Paws his inside P-coat pocket
for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes

And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot
filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night...

20 december 2003 8:39 cet  

Tjarko -(site)
*zware donkere stem* Tom Waits - The Ghost Of Saturday Night

mooi tekst overigens!!

20 december 2003 9:08 cet  

elise -(site)
Voor de verzameling:

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

20 december 2003 11:34 cet  

Tikky -(site)
Nickelback

20 december 2003 11:39 cet