Archive for March, 2007

Burned out

Burned out,

Memories

Fading away,
colors are fading,
lines are becoming blurry.

I can’t see sharp,
I can distinguish colors,

No today, memories are taking over,
senses fading away.

used to be

there used to be a time,
when i could go home

there used to be a time,
when i had us.

There used to be a time,
of happiness

If i dont

I do what i want,
no need to be to late
no need to hate
I want what i don’t

I do what i want because
I have no regrets
I never look
back
So look at me, See me standing here
Look at me

This is me, noticed something
No ?
Well I saw the twinkling in my eyes leave

I cant feel tomorrow,
I hope i can get there

Alone

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barcamp

ik ga naar barcamp#3 in brussel, georganiseerd door peter, ik hoop dat het wat leerrijk wordt.
Ik hoop er veel bij te leren en veel interessante mensen te leren kennen.

WordPress 2.1.1

for all the people out there still using WordPress 2.1.1 please update to 2.1.2 because some cracker managed to get some exploit in it so external, possibly dangerous, PHP code can be run at your server.

read more over this exploit at the wordpress website

Flock

een ‘social’ webbrowser,

dit zou rechtstreeks gepost moeten worden op de website,

ik hoop dat het werkt

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pauze

eventjes me aan de kant zetten
inademen, uitademen

ben ik klaar
voor een einde
van de pauze,

zodat ik vol energie,
ertegenaan kan vliegen.

Maak ik tijd,
om te denken aan morgen
of ben ik alleen vandaag
uitgerust

Weekends in de zon

weekends in de zon,
weekends zonder licht
pijn van zonnestralen,
schijnend in mijn ogen.

dit weekend is een weekend,
zonder zon in mijn ogen.
Dit weekend is een weekend in het donker
achter de pc

bij hoer, huwie en poepje
ook wel: nick, tomas en wout

bedankt voor ‘t fijne weekend jongens :)

lyric

deep down in my heart
i hear the music
boucing to this beat,
beat of love

drums like kisses on my nck
the guit feels like your breath on my skin.
the bassline goes freewheelin’ all the time
deciding what my mood’s like

The band of life
my `Elektronik` sound feels
like the constant decrease of shame.

i feel good when they get along
when the band of life
plays the beat of love

Could i forget,
the raw, yet pleasant voice of this band
is the bringer of my words
He moves my pen like no other can.

He even moves you,
makes you dance, dance, dance
the rythm of my band
makes you dance,
dance
dance

take these words and workship them.
because you’ve gotta feel your band
your own band.

i feel good when they get along
when the band of life
plays the beat of love