[ bericht aangepast op 22 april 2014 - 10:18 ]
Tell me about it, stud.
Yesterday/all my troubles seemed so far away – The Beatles, uit Yesterday (Help, 1965)
ars moriendi
i can swear, i can joke – i say what's on my mind if i drink if I smoke – i keep up with the guys
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing, every boy-city, in his path.
You can't touch music but music touch you
Let's go outside and all join hands, but until then you'll never understand…