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toen ik dit nummer hoorde dacht ik eerst dat het een jaren 80 nummer was, wat ik niet kende. blijkt een nieuw nummer. ze hebben vanalles gepikt (vooral i'm so excited van pointer sisters) en een tof catchy nummer gemaakt. blijft in je kop hangen.



blijft te lang in me kop hangen.
ben het al bijna beu.

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ah ja trouwens
het heet fascination van een deense groep genaamd alphabeat.
de denen zijn eindelijk in de jaren 80 terecht gekomen.
over een paar jaar:
deense grunge
deense techno
deense k3
deense prince
To be, or not to be; that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die; to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of th'unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death—the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns—puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd.


ik dwaal af.