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zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:07
And who by fire?
Who by water?
Who in the sunshine?
Who in the night time?
Who by high ordeal?
Who by common trial?
Who in your merry merry month of May?
Who by very slow decay?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
And who in her lonely slip?
Who by barbiturate?
Who in these realms of love?
Who by something blunt?
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/re ... s/who-by-fire-lyrics.html ]
Who by avalanche?
Who by powder?
Who for his greed?
Who for his hunger?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
And who by brave assent?
Who by accident?
Who in solitude?
Who in this mirror?
Who by his lady's command?
Who by his own hand?
Who in mortal chains?
Who in power?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
Who by water?
Who in the sunshine?
Who in the night time?
Who by high ordeal?
Who by common trial?
Who in your merry merry month of May?
Who by very slow decay?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
And who in her lonely slip?
Who by barbiturate?
Who in these realms of love?
Who by something blunt?
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/re ... s/who-by-fire-lyrics.html ]
Who by avalanche?
Who by powder?
Who for his greed?
Who for his hunger?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
And who by brave assent?
Who by accident?
Who in solitude?
Who in this mirror?
Who by his lady's command?
Who by his own hand?
Who in mortal chains?
Who in power?
And who shall I say is calling?
(Who shall I say is calling?)
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:14
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:20
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:29
Wat mij betreft begint De Vader er in Nederland niet meer aan. De Zoon is nu 14 en waarschijnlijk nogal verslavingsgevoelig. Lijkt me handig als het eindelijk eens niet normaal is om in huis te hebben. Maar De Vader kennende, haalt hij binnen een paar dagen wel weer wat. En ik vind niet dat ik degene moet zijn die de pijpen wegflikkert.
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:32
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 15:51
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
From: http://www.musicbabylon.comFrom: http://www.musicbabylon.com
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
From: http://www.musicbabylon.comFrom: http://www.musicbabylon.com
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:05
Ik weet dat het in de genen zit, daarom juist. En vanwege zijn stoornis is het maar de vraag of hij 'gewoon gezond' kan gebruiken of meteen doorslaat. Wat dat betreft heb ik liever dat hij het niet eens uitprobeert. Maar goed, die kans lijkt me klein. Hoewel, toen ik zo oud was, had ik allang geëxperimenteerd, hij vind het nog steeds belachelijk. Dus wie weet.
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:11
quote:yette schreef op 03 juli 2011 @ 16:07:
Maar wat erg van Bieb, Much kan me voorstelen dat je je verschrikkelijk zorgen maakt.
Het is nog erger, echt, ik ben bang voor hem, en hij snapt het niet wat ie me aandoet want tja, ik ben z'n moeder en heb maar voor hem te zorgen, tssssssssssssss.
Ik loop verdomme bij de voedselbank.Alleen maar remmokmok
Maar wat erg van Bieb, Much kan me voorstelen dat je je verschrikkelijk zorgen maakt.
Het is nog erger, echt, ik ben bang voor hem, en hij snapt het niet wat ie me aandoet want tja, ik ben z'n moeder en heb maar voor hem te zorgen, tssssssssssssss.
Ik loop verdomme bij de voedselbank.Alleen maar remmokmok
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:11
Oh, ik hou mijn hart vast. Als hij 18 is ... We proberen hem zo lang mogenlijk thuis te houden, maar de situatie is niet altijd veilig meer. Mocht hij het huis uit moeten, dan vrees ik dat hij binnen no-time helemaal de verkeerde kant op zal gaan. Vindt hij nu al heel spannend allemaal, drank en wapens en zo. Veel vragen over 'hoe je weg kan komen' met stiekum drank kopen of iemand in elkaar slaan.
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:15
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:21
zondag 3 juli 2011 om 16:28
Slaan doe ik ook niet, maar als hij bijvoorbeeld mijn polsen grijpt omdat ik zijn telefoon wil confisqueren (en dan is daar heel wat aan vooraf gegaan), ben ik blij dat ik weet hoe ik daaruit kom.
Ook als hij zijn broertje van 6 in een pijnlijke greep houdt en weigert los te laten, heb ik kracht nodig.
Ook als hij zijn broertje van 6 in een pijnlijke greep houdt en weigert los te laten, heb ik kracht nodig.