<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202</id><updated>2011-11-08T21:04:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcel Heymans' Super Songs of the Seventies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-115158432246461105</id><published>2006-06-29T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:32:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT!</title><content type='html'>There was a time when &lt;br /&gt;I would go walking backwards&lt;br /&gt;Round the world if you said you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And I'd run blindfold down the&lt;br /&gt;Kings Road Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;If you'd just for once arrive on time&lt;br /&gt;But you turned into another liar&lt;br /&gt;And you came on like a new Messiah&lt;br /&gt;So before you say what you desire&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;'Cos loving you's a job I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;The situation's vacant for me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands dirty whole you rolled cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;With one eye on the time&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest, I've been conscientious&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking back that heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;You can't roll me round your tongue no more baby&lt;br /&gt;It's time to clear up your emotional debris&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm falling overboard, please don't save me&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm telling you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;'Cos loving you's a job I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;The situation's vacant for me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just like every other lover&lt;br /&gt;A shot rings out and you go running for cover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sorry that I can't be your mother&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;'Cos loving you's a job I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;The situation's vacant for me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! I Quit! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work no more&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna go to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-115158432246461105?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/115158432246461105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=115158432246461105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/115158432246461105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/115158432246461105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT!'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-111667792324841451</id><published>2005-05-21T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T07:30:53.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://kardinaal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cardinal&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/comments/zonderzever/111628891980421628/"&gt;recruiting&lt;/a&gt; for an FF-groupblog. Maybe his time is better spent admonishing people who steal music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, for the Cardinal, here's one hit wonder "The Vapours" with "Turning Japanese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got your picture of me and you&lt;br /&gt;You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"&lt;br /&gt;I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's in color&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is brown&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are hazel&lt;br /&gt;And soft as clouds&lt;br /&gt;I often kiss you when there's no one else around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got your picture, I've got your picture&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a million of you over myself&lt;br /&gt;I asked the doctor to take your picture&lt;br /&gt;So I can look at you from inside as well&lt;br /&gt;You've got me turning up and turning down&lt;br /&gt;and turning in and turning 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got your picture, I've got your picture&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a million of you over myself&lt;br /&gt;I asked the doctor to take your picture&lt;br /&gt;So I can look at you from inside as well&lt;br /&gt;You've got me turning up and turning down&lt;br /&gt;and turning in and turning 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women&lt;br /&gt;No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is a total stranger&lt;br /&gt;Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so&lt;br /&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;I really think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-111667792324841451?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/111667792324841451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=111667792324841451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/111667792324841451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/111667792324841451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-sex-no-drugs-no-wine-no-women.html' title='&quot;No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women&quot;'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110833123892752771</id><published>2005-02-13T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:49:27.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fine before the pigs ruined it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now a short one, because I am busy removing a Disco Dan-sized corpse from the studio. Patricia Paay's little sister Yvonne sings this '77 hit with Scott Fitzgerald "If I had words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had words&lt;br /&gt;To make a day for you&lt;br /&gt;I sing you a morning golden and new&lt;br /&gt;I would make this day&lt;br /&gt;Last for all time&lt;br /&gt;Give you a night&lt;br /&gt;Deep in moonshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110833123892752771?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110833123892752771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110833123892752771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110833123892752771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110833123892752771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-was-fine-before-pigs-ruined-it.html' title='It was fine before the pigs ruined it...'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110823399591318841</id><published>2005-02-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:48:24.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat is on</title><content type='html'>Welcome to "Marcel Heyman's Super Songs of The Seventies". Your host for tonight is Disco Dan. Let's start swinging and remember all you downloaders, what your mother told you what happens with people who play with fire -that includes you TX- here are the Trammps with "Disco Inferno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!&lt;br /&gt;Burnin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high&lt;br /&gt;People gettin' loose y’all gettin' down on the roof - Do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;(the folks are flaming) Folks were screamin' - out of control&lt;br /&gt;It was so entertainin' - when the boogie started to explode&lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burnin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction (uhu hu hu) came in the chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;(burnin') I couldn't get enough, (till I had to self-destroy) so I had to&lt;br /&gt;self destruct, (uhu hu hu)&lt;br /&gt;The heat was on (burnin’), rising to the top, huh!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's goin' strong (uhu hu hu)&lt;br /&gt;And that is when my spark got hot&lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down, yoh!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burnin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above my head I hear music in the air - I hear music!&lt;br /&gt;That makes me know there's (somebody) a party somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction came in a chain reaction - Do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct,&lt;br /&gt;The heat was on, rising to the top&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;That is when my spark got hot&lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno! (Aah yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno! (Aah yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down&lt;br /&gt;Burnin’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;When(till) my spark gets hot&lt;br /&gt;Just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;When my spark gets hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning, burning, burning, burning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110823399591318841?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110823399591318841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110823399591318841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110823399591318841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110823399591318841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/heat-is-on.html' title='The heat is on'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110820311680072267</id><published>2005-02-12T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T02:11:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the real Marcel Heymans please stand up - please stand up</title><content type='html'>Here's one for &lt;a href="http://zonderzever.blogspot.com/"&gt;"spittle-boy"&lt;/a&gt;: "Le Freak" by Chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about the new dance craze?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed&lt;br /&gt;Big fun to be had by everyone&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, It surely can be done&lt;br /&gt;Young and old are doing it, I'm told&lt;br /&gt;Just one try, and you too will be sold&lt;br /&gt;It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day&lt;br /&gt;Allow us, we'll show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that pressure got you down&lt;br /&gt;Has your head spinning all around&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm, check the ride&lt;br /&gt;Come on along and have a real good time&lt;br /&gt;Like the days of stopping at the Savoy&lt;br /&gt;Now we freak, oh what a joy&lt;br /&gt;Just come on down, two fifty four&lt;br /&gt;Find a spot out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Freak!&lt;br /&gt;I said Freak!&lt;br /&gt;Now Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that pressure got you down&lt;br /&gt;Has your head spinning all around&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm, check the ride&lt;br /&gt;Come on along and have a real good time&lt;br /&gt;Like the days of stopping at the Savoy&lt;br /&gt;Now we freak, oh what a joy&lt;br /&gt;Just come on down, two fifty four&lt;br /&gt;Find a spot out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;Le Freak, C'est Chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110820311680072267?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110820311680072267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110820311680072267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110820311680072267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110820311680072267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/will-real-marcel-heymans-please-stand.html' title='Will the real Marcel Heymans please stand up - please stand up'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110816521486758916</id><published>2005-02-11T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:40:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please do throw yourself off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dof.skynetblogs.be/"&gt;Some idiot&lt;/a&gt; remarked that "when you look into the Abyss, remember that the Abyss also looks into you". That's really deep -for Nietzsche anyway- but it's also worthwile remembering that it only takes the motor skills of a spastic chimpansee with Downs to copy and paste Nietschze in your text. Here's Gilbert O'Sullivan with "Alone Again, Naturally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little while from now,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not feeling any less sour.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself, to treat myself,&lt;br /&gt;And visit a nearby tower&lt;br /&gt;And climbing to the top,&lt;br /&gt;Would throw myself off,&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to, make clear to whoever,&lt;br /&gt;What it's like when your shattered &lt;br /&gt;Left standing in a lurch,&lt;br /&gt;In a church with people saying &lt;br /&gt;My God, that's tough, she stood him up,&lt;br /&gt;No point in us remaining&lt;br /&gt;I may as well go home,&lt;br /&gt;As I did on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that only yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I was cheerful, bright and gay.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to, and who wouldn’t do,&lt;br /&gt;The role I was about to play.&lt;br /&gt;But as if to knock me down,&lt;br /&gt;Reality came around,&lt;br /&gt;And without so much as a mere touch,&lt;br /&gt;Cut me into little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to doubt, all about God and His mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if He really does exist,&lt;br /&gt;Why did He desert me?&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of need,&lt;br /&gt;I truely am, indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that there are more hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Broken in the world that can’t be mended,&lt;br /&gt;Left unattended, what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back over the years,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever else that appears.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I cried when my father died,&lt;br /&gt;Never wishing to hide the tears.&lt;br /&gt;At sixty-five years old,&lt;br /&gt;My mother, God rest her soul,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t understand why the only man,&lt;br /&gt;She had ever loved had been taken.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,&lt;br /&gt;Despite encouragement from me,&lt;br /&gt;No words were ever spoken.&lt;br /&gt;And when she passed away,&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried all day,&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;Alone again &lt;br /&gt;naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110816521486758916?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110816521486758916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110816521486758916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110816521486758916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110816521486758916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/please-do-throw-yourself-off.html' title='Please do throw yourself off'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110812475879678995</id><published>2005-02-11T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T04:25:58.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like you need some more? Buy the damn stuff, you leeches!</title><content type='html'>And the request keep coming. For Mirjam, we have Sylvester who converted this ballad in a disco version "You make me feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean I've been dancin' on the floor darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I need some more and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your body close to mine and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on love it's about that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home darlin' and it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and dark and the music's in Vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still your hot and you kiss me back and it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels real good and I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel - mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh I feel real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mighty real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110812475879678995?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110812475879678995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110812475879678995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110812475879678995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110812475879678995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/feel-like-you-need-some-more-buy-damn.html' title='Feel like you need some more? Buy the damn stuff, you leeches!'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110807952208068456</id><published>2005-02-10T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:06:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have serious deviations...</title><content type='html'>And now a special request for Hugo. Since we're all out of Led Zeppelin, -isn't that a relief- no "Whole Lotta Love" for you! And remember Hugo, it's not buggering, it's copyright enforcement! Here's Sarah Brightman &amp; Hot Gossip with "I lost my heart to a starship trooper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1:&lt;br /&gt;Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;X-ray X-ray delta niner niner zero&lt;br /&gt;This is Starfleet Control&lt;br /&gt;You are clear to go hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2:&lt;br /&gt;Affirmative, Star Comm&lt;br /&gt;We have situation gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1:&lt;br /&gt;Niner niner zero, roger&lt;br /&gt;You're looking good for trans-light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah singing:&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey, Captain Strange, won't you be my lover&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that I've ever discovered&lt;br /&gt;Flash Gordon's left me, he's gone to the stars&lt;br /&gt;An evil Darth Vader has me banished to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, Captain Strange, do you feel my devotion&lt;br /&gt;Or are you like a droid, devoid of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Encounters one and two are not enough for me&lt;br /&gt;What my body needs is close encounter three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights in hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the Federation&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll conquer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Listen, Captain Strange, what's our destination&lt;br /&gt;The scanners seem to indicate a small deviation&lt;br /&gt;Static on the comm - it's Starfleet Command&lt;br /&gt;Requesting your position, it's their final demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're intentions are known, they've found out at last&lt;br /&gt;So if you're gonna take me, please make it fast&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, feel me, do what you will&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that galatic thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights in hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the Federation&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll conquer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1:&lt;br /&gt;Niner niner zero&lt;br /&gt;This is Star Comm&lt;br /&gt;We got a problem&lt;br /&gt;On your vector&lt;br /&gt;Request status check&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah singing:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaker 3:&lt;br /&gt;Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;This is Strategy Control&lt;br /&gt;You have course devation&lt;br /&gt;At five mark six&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah singing:&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1:&lt;br /&gt;Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;We show condition red&lt;br /&gt;Confirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah singing:&lt;br /&gt;Love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaker 3:&lt;br /&gt;What's going on out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sarah singing:&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights in hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the Federation&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll conquer space&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Space suit is lying on control room floor&lt;br /&gt;Pulse rate increasing as the heat factor soars&lt;br /&gt;Take me, make me feel the force&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the computers, we're locked on course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights in hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the Federation&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll conquer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart to a starship trooper&lt;br /&gt;Flashing lights in hyper space&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for the Federation&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll conquer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1, while Sarah sings&lt;br /&gt;the previous lines repeatedly:&lt;br /&gt;Niner niner zero&lt;br /&gt;This is Star Comm&lt;br /&gt;Be advised&lt;br /&gt;You have serious vector deviation&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: serious vector deviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;Niner niner zero&lt;br /&gt;Do you copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is Starfleet Control&lt;br /&gt;To all ships in sector five&lt;br /&gt;Be advided&lt;br /&gt;Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;Niner niner zero&lt;br /&gt;Is off course &lt;br /&gt;All ships squawk ident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Starship Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;This is Starfleet Control&lt;br /&gt;Squawk ident&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: squawk ident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110807952208068456?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110807952208068456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110807952208068456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110807952208068456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110807952208068456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-have-serious-deviations.html' title='You have serious deviations...'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110805283586573443</id><published>2005-02-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T08:27:54.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta hir brain...</title><content type='html'>And here's a special request for the anonymous "friend" of Cheapo/Cheapa, the 1978 hit "Automatic Lover" performed by the Vibrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic lover [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes she's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But she knows the scene.&lt;br /&gt;She carries an automatic pistol,&lt;br /&gt;But she ain't got no magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for cover, run for cover,&lt;br /&gt;She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Outta my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's comin',&lt;br /&gt;Back round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you are,&lt;br /&gt;Movin' real real fast,&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long night,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic in her hand, &lt;br /&gt;She wants to wear the pants.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong here honey,&lt;br /&gt;Won'tcha give me half a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk about,&lt;br /&gt;This or that glory.&lt;br /&gt;But me honey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get mad,&lt;br /&gt;An' start countin' up to ten,&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta that door,&lt;br /&gt;An' on the streets again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110805283586573443?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110805283586573443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110805283586573443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110805283586573443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110805283586573443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/outta-hir-brain.html' title='Outta hir brain...'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110803619793383863</id><published>2005-02-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:10:33.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go play with your "fiddle", boy.</title><content type='html'>People who are called &lt;a href="http://www.ejzonjee.nl/"&gt;Cheapo&lt;/a&gt; shouldn't make fun of anyone elses name.&lt;br /&gt;And what better song for Cheapo than this one by John Denver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life on the farm is kinda laid back&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack&lt;br /&gt;It’s early to rise, early in the sack&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm&lt;br /&gt;A-raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm&lt;br /&gt;My days are all filled with an easy country charm&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low&lt;br /&gt;I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow&lt;br /&gt;The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d play "sally goodin" all day if I could&lt;br /&gt;But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good&lt;br /&gt;So I fiddle when I can, work when I should&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels&lt;br /&gt;I never was one of them money hungry fools&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine&lt;br /&gt;A lotta sad people thinkin’ "that’s mighty keen"&lt;br /&gt;Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died&lt;br /&gt;And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side&lt;br /&gt;Said, "live a good life and play my fiddle with pride&lt;br /&gt;And thank God you’re a country boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to love and how to give just a little&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’m a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110803619793383863?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110803619793383863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110803619793383863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110803619793383863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110803619793383863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-play-with-your-fiddle-boy.html' title='Go play with your &quot;fiddle&quot;, boy.'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110799712459702785</id><published>2005-02-09T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:58:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He sure doesn't need a watch to waste his time...</title><content type='html'>And we have our first request for a special song from &lt;a href="http://www.polskaya.be/"&gt;"de polle"&lt;/a&gt; - does your mother know you're up so late, wanker?- "Don't need a gun to blow your mind", haha! Here's John Lennon's "Whatever Gets You Through The Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever gets you through the night it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;It' your money or your life it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Don't need a sword to cut thru flowers oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Whatever gets you thru your life it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Do it wrong or do it right it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Don't need a watch to waste your time oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me darling come on listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I won't do you no harm&lt;br /&gt;Trust me darling come on listen to me, come on listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Come on listen listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever gets you to the light it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Out the blue or out of sight alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;Don't need a gun to blow your mind oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me darling come on listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I won't do you no harm&lt;br /&gt;Trust me darling come on listen to me, come on listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Come on listen listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110799712459702785?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110799712459702785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110799712459702785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799712459702785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799712459702785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-sure-doesnt-need-watch-to-waste-his.html' title='He sure doesn&apos;t need a watch to waste his time...'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110799361273847334</id><published>2005-02-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:22:25.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretting the things we linked today?</title><content type='html'>Man, these mp3 fiends are like cockroaches, you stamp &lt;a href="http://www.fuckhedz.com/"&gt;one dead beneath your boot&lt;/a&gt; and the goo is full of eggs that turn into &lt;a href="http://blog.zog.org/"&gt;newly hatched&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2ourallies.typepad.com/"&gt;filthy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dominiek.be/"&gt;stinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vh.skynetblogs.be/"&gt;ugly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dof.skynetblogs.be/"&gt;yucky&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lvb.net/"&gt;cockroaches&lt;/a&gt;. No matter, these boots were made for stomping out cockroaches haha fooled you. Fuck &lt;a href="http://www.mp3miracle.com/dl/40542/NancySinatra-BootsForWalking.mp3"&gt;Nancy Sinatra&lt;/a&gt;, here are the nancy boys from Chicago with "If you leave me now". Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me now &lt;br /&gt;You'll take away the biggest part of me&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now &lt;br /&gt;You'll take away the very heart of me&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo-hoo girl, I just want you to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours is love that's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;How could we let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;How could we end it all this way&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow comes and we both regret&lt;br /&gt;Things we said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours is love that's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;How could we let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;How could we end it all this way&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow comes and we both regret&lt;br /&gt;The things we said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me now &lt;br /&gt;You'll take away the biggest part of me&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo-hoo girl, I just got to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo-hoo no baby, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo-hoo mama, I just got to have your lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110799361273847334?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110799361273847334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110799361273847334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799361273847334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799361273847334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/regretting-things-we-linked-today.html' title='Regretting the things we linked today?'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110799255215340322</id><published>2005-02-09T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:35:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Future in My hand...</title><content type='html'>As Dillinger said, "Happyness Is A Warm Gun", but fuck the Beatles with a spatula, anyway that's not a seventies song so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyness is a demolishing a sixpack of lager while sending threathening emails to young (and some not so young) punks who think it's fun to link to mp3 directories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you, my soon to be finding out being thoroughly buggered without lubrication may be preferable to getting on the wrong side of the mighty IFPI friends, you'll find out that... wait a moment. Dang, syntax never was my game. Looks like I'm &lt;a href="http://myferlady.bravejournal.com/index.php"&gt;not the only one&lt;/a&gt;: "Post werd verwijderd", gij dwaze triene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here's Peter Frampton doing Stevie Wonder's "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" ...  you're asseses are mine punks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool I went and stayed too long&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong&lt;br /&gt;Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that time I went and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got the future in your hand&lt;br /&gt;(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours) Here I am baby,&lt;br /&gt;oh, you've got the future in your hand&lt;br /&gt;(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;I've done alot of foolish things&lt;br /&gt;that I really didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yea, yea, didn't I, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a lot of things in this old world&lt;br /&gt;When I touched them they did nothing, girl&lt;br /&gt;Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours, oh I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo-wee babe you set my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;That's why I know you are my only desire&lt;br /&gt;Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got the future in your hand&lt;br /&gt;(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours) Here I am baby,&lt;br /&gt;oh, you've got the future in your hand&lt;br /&gt;(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;I've done alot of foolish things&lt;br /&gt;that I really didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;I could be a broken man but here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your future, got your future babe (here I am baby)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby, (here I am baby)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby, (here I am baby)&lt;br /&gt;Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110799255215340322?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110799255215340322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110799255215340322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799255215340322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799255215340322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-future-in-my-hand_09.html' title='Your Future in My hand...'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10734202.post-110799116676097132</id><published>2005-02-09T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:10:01.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome to "Marcel Heymans Super Songs of The Seventies"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting will be light for the moment, as I have to track down a few &lt;a href="http://www.polskaya.be/"&gt;Illegal Downloaders&lt;/a&gt;! Scabies will be the least of your problems in jail, you wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10734202-110799116676097132?l=marcelheymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/feeds/110799116676097132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10734202&amp;postID=110799116676097132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799116676097132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10734202/posts/default/110799116676097132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcelheymans.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Marcel Heymans</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
