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in my mind

[audio:http://www.nutz.nl/audio/Crusoe.mp3]

is bovenstaand audiofragment voor eeuwig verbonden met de maffe Franse millionair die dameskonten in unieke afgietsels veranderde. Stoelen waar precies 1 vrouw naakt in zal passen, dus ‘uniek’ is exact de juiste term. 20 jaar later past ‘ie zo precies als op de exacte dag van uitzenden.

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Samen met z’n jaar oudere zus

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Kalf

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Duinpan

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Haarlem in de verte

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Duin

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Test

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brutale rekel!

rekel

rekel

Wat je niet ziet zijn mijn vingers, centimeters van z’n neus af, en ik vroeg me af of ik de gok van gebeten worden en tetanusprik enzo maar moest nemen. Blijkbaar ruik ik niet naar eten, want er is niets gebeurd.

Het plaatje is klikbaar.

Now playing: FOUT FOUT FOUT!!1!

Jullie begrijpen er weer eens helemaal niets van.

wrong

(video)(over de cd)(in ITMS)(iPhone App)

En natuurlijk gewoon het geluid wat wel goed klinkt:

[audio:http://www.nutz.nl/audio/Wrong.mp3]

Met de tekst:

Wrong

Wrong

Wrong

Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong

(Too long)

Wrong

(Too long)

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong