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xyvyl · 4 months

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One More Race - Chapter 1 - Y/N

Summary: New to formula 1, Dutch driver Y/N L/N. F2 and F3 world champion, now racing for Lamborghini in F1. The only woman racing in F1 right now.

Chapter song: Legend - The Score

Word count: 1375

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2iH7vTDNnObb2HMBDuRhrY?si=9ec8ffb7ec164637

A/N: taglist open!

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Lights out and away we go!

The words ring in my ears as I start driving. Starting from P4 isn't bad, but George, Charles and Max were in front of me. Max obviously sped off, Charles following close behind.

I managed to pass George after turn 1, but Charles and Max already had a big gap between us.

After 5 laps I managed to catch up to charles and almost pass him, but turn 13 fucked it up.

“How much time is between me and leclerc?” I ask through the radio. “0.7 second, keep it up, you're almost in the DRS zone.” “copy.”

I do my best to keep this distance until the DRS zone, once in I manage to pass him with ease, putting me in P2.

Luckily Charles couldn't pass me, except for when I pitted, but i quickly regained my spot.

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“P2, P2. good job!”

I sit in silence for a while, driving in the car. P2? In the first race of the season? First race of my career in f1? P2?!

“Y/N?” I hear my engineer, shaking me out of the daze I was in.

“P2? Are you serious?” “very”

“WOOOO! P2 BABY!” I yell in excitement as I pull up to the p2 stand, getting out of the car.

I quickly take off my helmet to see who I ended up on the podium with.

“Max? Natuurlijk ben jij P1!" (of course you’re P1!) I congratulate Max, turning around to see Charles’ car pull into the p3 stand.

“Charles! Congrats man!” I walk up to his Ferrari, hugging him as soon as he climbs out of his car.

“Congrats Y/N you did amazing!”

I smile and run to my team, “P2 baby!” “Where did Logan end?”

“He got P8.” My mouth drops, p8? That's such an improvement from his time with Williams!

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The cooldown room was quiet when I entered it, probably because Max and Charles were too busy chugging their water bottles.

I sigh in contentment and grab my own water bottle, drinking every last drop.

“Congrats on P2 in your very first F1 race, Y/N.” Charles claps me on the back, making me almost choke on my water.

Max laughs in the background and I glare at him as I swallow my water.

“Thanks Charles, you did a great job as well! And Max?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you choke on your water” I smile at him, making Charles burst into laughter.

“Wow! Okay! What happened to, ‘beetje medelijden voor een mede-Nederlander'?" (A little compassion for a fellow Dutchman?) Max fakes being hurt as I stick my tongue out to him.

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Standing on the podium feels the same, yet so different from F2 and F3… nevertheless, it's an amazing feeling. Standing there, the trophee in my hands and champagne next to me and millions of people watching me stand there next to Max and Charles. The Dutch national anthem in the background.

I laugh as I put the trophee down and grab the champagne, already being targeted by both Charles and Max.

I launch the bottle down to the floor as the liquid starts spraying everywhere, mostly at Max and Charles, but also my team who are below the stands.

Everything seems to go in slow motion as I put the bottle to my mouth and drink the liquid, Max and Charles doing the same.

The first woman to stand on the F1 podium..

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“Y/N!” I turn around and see Logan running up to me.

“Logan! Congrats on P8!” I give him a hug, smiling.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with us to get dinner, to celebrate.” He smiles when I nod.

“Wait, you said ‘us’ who else is going?” I question him.

“You, me, Max, Charles, George, Lando, Lewis, Carlos and Oscar.” He smiles, making me smile.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!” I exclaim as I run to my black lambo, Logan following closely behind.

The ride there wasn't too long, since the restaurant was almost next to our hotel, which isn't too far from the track either.

“We're here, ready to celebrate?” Logan grins as he turns the car off.

I nod, a huge smile on my face as I get out of the car.

I wait for a hot minute to wait for Logan as he gets out of the car.

“Let’s go!” I exclaim as I speed walk into the restaurant. As soon as I enter I see the others sitting at the reserved table.

“Hi guys!” I smile as I sit down next to Lando, who smiles at me. Logan takes the seat next to me.

“We thought you guys weren't coming.” Max jokes, making me stick out my tongue at him. “Ha ha, very funny Max, why wouldn't we come? We had amazing results!” I laugh, making the rest of the table laugh too.

“Have you seen twitter lately?” Lando asks me, “No, why?”

“You're getting mixed responses to being the only woman on the grid..” His response made me look at him confused.

“I take it I shouldn't look at it?” I smile, already knowing the answer.

Lando only confirmed it by nodding his head. I put my phone back in my purse and grabbed the menu.

“Did you guys already order?” Most of the table shook their heads.

“We wanted to wait until you two were finally here.” Lewis smiles at me.

The waiter comes and we all order. After we got our food and started eating, I took a second to look around the table.

All talented male drivers, and me, a female driver who somehow got a seat with Lamborghini..

I sigh and Carlos notices, looking at me with a look that says, ‘are you okay?’, to which I nod. When I start eating I notice in the corner of my eye that Lando is looking at me, but I pay it no mind and enjoy the food in front of me.

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After we all finally finished our food, we paid separately and went on our way. Me, Lando and logan staying behind for a little.

“So.. how was your first ever F1 race?” Lando asked and I could sense the awkwardness in his voice.

I smile, “Amazing, the whole grid is nice, our team is great! The car is just… wow, I don't have enough words to describe this feeling.” Logan and Lando smile at that as the valet comes out with Logan’s car.

I give Lando a hug and we get in the car.

“How was your food?” I ask Logan, trying to make conversation.

“It was good, yours?” okay.. We're both awkward..

I nod and look out the window, enjoying the view.

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I dropped myself on my bed, the hotel we're staying at was amazing, comfortable beds, huge bathroom, just amazing.

Logan's room isn't far from mine, literally next to mine.

I sigh, a smile on my face as I look towards the giant window overlooking the race track. A ping comes from my phone. It's Logan,

‘Plane leaves at 8, meet at my room at 6?’

I quickly reply, ‘I'll be there!’

8 am.. So early…

I roll my eyes at the time.

I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

When I return I see my phone on my bed, exploding with messages, both from messages and twitter.

I remember what Lando said at dinner, ‘You’re getting mixed responses to being the only woman on the grid..’

I pick up my phone and decide to look at the messages first, seeing messages from almost the whole grid, but mostly Lando and Logan.

‘Don't listen to whatever they say’ -Lando

‘If you want to talk, i'm here’ -Logan

‘Twitter doesn't know anything, you're an amazing driver and friend’ -Lando

‘I think they might be blind, you got p2 all on your own’ -Lando

‘You're an amazing friend, teammate and driver and you're a world champion in f2 and f3! Don't listen to them!’ -Logan

Their messages put worry in me and I hesitated clicking on the twitter icon..

But I eventually did and what I read and saw…

#formula 1 #carlos sainz #lando norris #f1 #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #fanfic series #max verstappen #red bull racing #miami gp 2024 #formula one #logan sargeant x reader #lando norris x reader #logan sargeant x reader x lando norris

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dreamauri · 11 months

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𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - part four ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇arranged marriage does not always hold ┇the outcome you expect !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( romance ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 982 ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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"Yeah, to be honest I'm a little bit scared." You chuckled as you got out of the car with Max. The blond didn't waste anytime going around and holding your hand. You two have been doing that for a while, it was comforting. And although it was just simple, holding hands, it was helping a lot with your relationship.

"Why? I wont let the media bother you." Sure this would be your first time in public public with Max. Everyone knows that he got married but they don't know to who. This would be your first official appearance as his wife. People are going to take pictures, write articles about you, they might antagonize or judge your every move and mistake.

But what scared you more is watching your husband go in a miniature Rocketship, driving 250 kph around the tight circuit of Monaco, which you could've just watched from your balcony. But no. Max wanted you here. And here you will be.

You stuck close to him the entire morning. Either holding the back of his shirt or sitting in the back of the garage. The only alone time you did get was 30 minutes before race prep, sitting with him in his driver's room.

"I'm scared." You said again, slumping your back in the chair. Max looked furrowing his eyebrows taken aback. Since he was used to getting in the car every weekend. He didn't really understand your fear. "What if you crash? Or you get caught in a crash or— I don't even want to think about it." You groaned, leaning your face in your hands.

"Mijn liefje," [my love] He got on his knees in front of you, gently pulling your hands from your face. "I'm gonna be fine." He tried to assure you but you shook your head quickly. What if you weren't a lucky charm. What if you were the complete opposite?!

"Hey! Hey. Relax. I'll be fine." He kissed your cheek sitting beside you and pulling you into a side hug. "But if something happens? I don't want you to get hurt." it was surly a pleasant surprise, you initiating a hug. Max liked it, for sure (you're his wife). The embrace was warm and calming. You didn't want to let go.

"If something happens . . ." He tried to think of something, something that would comfort you. He wrapped his arms around your hack and rubbed it gently.

"I'll do whatever you want. For a month." "Max!" "What?! het is een redelijk goede deal." [it's a pretty good deal]

At least he got you to laugh it off.

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"Kiss." Max told you as he went to take his helmet off.

Kiss?! Infront of everyone?! Max Verstappen you are crazy.

Max made a 'mmmmuah' sound as he pressed his lips to yours softly. Sure that was one way to celebrate a win, BUT NOT WITH THE WHOLE WORLD WATCHING!! You felt flustered.

Everyone was looking at you and you could only look at max who was held your hand softly at you whilst he chatted with his mechanics and team principle.

He was all flushed and sweaty, that soft, yet cute smile on his face as he used his hands to 'maxplain'. You couldn't help the chuckle that left your mouth. You wrapped your arm around his, leaning your head on his shoulder. And you stayed like that until Max had to leave for the podium.

The minutes the top 3 spend in the cool down room felt too long but it was all worth it once you heard his name be called to the stage. Hearing the Dutch anthem gave you a sense of pride as you watched max. You even pulled your phone out to record him receive his trophy and the blond even waved to the camera.

"its heavier than I thought." you chuckled quietly once you got to hold the trophy. Max laughed with you, putting a hand on your opposite shoulder, watching you admire the prize. "It's for you." He kissed your temple. You couldn't help but smile and giggle like a child, kissing your husband on his lips.

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"There she is." You smiled as you neared max with the two drinks he asked for. You could tell he was already drunk as he pulled you to sit on his lap, not even bothering to take the glass of whisky out of your hands so he can wrap his arms around your waist and drink from your hand.

"Oh- sorry. Gorge, this is my lovely wife. Lovely wife, this is gorge." He pointed between the driver sitting on the couch with you. The conversation went on and you got to meet other drivers along with their wives or girlfriends.

The night ended after a game of beer pong and soon very tipsy you and drunk max was dancing mindlessly and very off tune on the balcony.

"nooit geweten dat ik met Angel getrouwd was." [i never knew I was married to angel] You giggled slightly at his words, sloppily sharing a sweet kiss. Your hand was in his hair and the other on his cheek. The moment was perfect, the moon was only light you need to see his eyes. The way he held you, the way he looked at you. You could swear you were going to melt each time he said your name quietly.

click

You frowned turning around to see where the flash of white light had come from. You were sure you heard a camera click and women giggle but your eyes found nothing.

"nee nee, mijn lieveling. blijf bij mij." [no no, my darling. stay with me] Max held you from your chin, pulling you back into the kiss with a satisfied hum.

"ik deel je mening." [im with you] You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck.

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moonvisi0n · 4 months

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🇳🇱 Dutch National Anthem for Winning Driver

Max VERSTAPPEN

Een Prinse van Oranje. "A prince I am, undaunted,"

ben ik, vrij onverveerd, "Of Orange, ever free,"

#max verstappen #mv1

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endlich-allein · 2 years

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"There's a rather remarkable feature on Kovacs' new album: none other than Rammstein's Till Lindemann lends his voice to the hyper-personal title track 'Child Of Sin'. The singer from Brabant explains how that came about. "It turns out that I lived 500 meters from him without knowing it."

Yes, it's quite a gap, from 2018 to 2023. Longer than the intention was to come up with a new album. But yes, as it goes: Kovacs wanted a new manager, a new label, she was struggling with herself, and then covid came. 'Life', concludes the singer, who is currently putting the dots on the i with regard to her album Child Of Sin. "I've come to realize more and more that I just have to be independent. I was with Warner for years, but it didn't quite work. There were too many people with ideas, it was getting further and further away from me. The past few years have been quite intense mentally. Music was always my outlet, and it didn't really work anymore. That means you have to go back to yourself. I now live in a converted pigsty in my parent's backyard. I started painting, taught myself how to sew. And I started making music.”

We first met Sharon Kovacs in 2016, when she debuted with the album Shades Of Black and the beautiful single 'My Love', a cinematic soul pop anthem reminiscent of the great songs of Shirley Bassey and the well-crafted modern soul of Amy Winehouse. And Kovacs is not a far cry from those big stars. It is a special one, you saw and heard that immediately. In interviews she revealed herself and her violent past. She was abused at a young age, which left traces throughout her childhood. “I never knew my biological father, my mother was not ready for children,” she sums up. ‘I was largely raised by my grandparents, but when I was eleven I was removed from home. As I grew up, I became sexually weird and very active, very young. People thought that was gross, and I always had the feeling that there was something "dirty" about me. In recent years I have been going back to the child in me a lot in therapy. I've had to tell that kid over and over that it's okay, that it's not her fault."

Master of suffering

A child for gallows and wheel, or as Kovacs calls it in her song: 'Child Of Sin'. It is her most intimate, vulnerable song to date, as she has to peel off the protective layers she built around herself after being abused at a young age. “Many times I thought I made it all up. I was also misunderstood at the time, and my abuser tried to manipulate me in all sorts of ways. My family now recognizes things retrospectively, and it's a dark thought that many things that have happened in my life were not necessary. I felt unsafe.”

It's no wonder that Kovacs didn't really dare to sing this song on her own. And when her manager asked if she wouldn't mind recording it as a duet, only one name came to mind: Till Lindemann, lead singer of Rammstein. A band where Kovacs felt a connection from an early age - from the time when MTV played 'Sonne' non-stop. And a song like 'Puppe' from 2019, where the main character pulls the head off a doll in a blind rage, hits Kovacs. Till Lindemann, a master at portraying suffering and not afraid to dig deep into himself. But yes, the frontman of just about the largest touring rock band in Europe. “I thought: I know someone who has worked with him in Berlin. I have one chance.”

500 meter

And miraculously, that attempt arrived. There was no record company or publisher involved. It was Lindemann himself who called: 'I heard that we are going to record a duet.' Kovacs: 'He thought it was a beautiful song, and he invited me to his house. It turns out that I lived 500 meters from him in Berlin for a year, and he sometimes visits places in the city where I also like to go. What kind of places? Um, I don't know, haha. Till was very cooperative and interested. He wanted to know the context, he wanted me to feel comfortable with it. We have built a special relationship. He calls me "my crazy friend". If I had been with a label this would never have worked, it would have been printed. I did all this alone.”

Lindemann sings the second verse of 'Child Of Sin', in English. That was what he wanted most, says Kovacs. And the collaboration didn't stop there, because the German also came to Amsterdam to record a video clip. “He was very sweet,” says Kovacs of that day. “He said to me at one point: you flutter like a bat, take it easy! Yes, I know, I replied. I just want the best for your baby. He really understands how important this is to me.”

The album Child Of Sin can be listened to everywhere from today, and the video clip with Till Lindemann will also be released this afternoon."

#this afternoon #child of sin #i didn't know kovacs but what a voice !! and what a painful past she is brave #till is love 🖤#till lindemann #t.lindemann #t.lindemann 2023 #sharon kovacs

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bloodstonegoth · 6 months

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I was tagged by @impaledroses to do an "URL Song Meme", but because I am an indecisive bitch (and cause nobody will listen anyway), I just decided to make a mixtape with 14 tracks instead.

Listen to it Here if you dare

[B] Mark Morgan - Metallic Monks (Fallout 1 OST) [L] Dark Souls III - Yuka Kitamura (Dark Souls III OST) [O] Safe in the Steep Cliffs - Emancipator [O] Recurring - Bonobo [D] chambers - fat jon [S] Brooklyn Flower - Damu the Fudgemunk [T]een Pregnancy - Blank Banshee [O] Retro - E-Z Rollers [N] Before Today - Everything But The Girl [E] Roller Mobster - Carpenter Brut [G] One Good Reason - Celldweller [O] Anthem (Live) - Emancipator [T]ime for Space - Emancipator [H]aiku - Nujabes

Tagging @batsandnerds @kaybebog @clownwoman @cryptid-corpse

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residentraccoon · 2 years

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Winners ranking oof

Below the cut. I don't hate any of them, as a side note

Personal favorites

1. Fairytale (Norway 2009) - When I found out about this, around the time I became an eurofan in 2018, I was in awe. It's so catchy and fun and omg I love the violin. Perfect

2. Nocturne (Norway 1995) - Want my anxiety to drop down to 0? play this song at any given moment

3. Waterloo (Sweden 1974) - Schalger pop songs from the 70s are my weakness. And how can you not love ABBA?

4. Dansevise (Denmark 1963) - There's something so charming about this whole performance. The singers' stage presence, the flow of the song, the guitar, like idk man it's so beautiful...

5. Heroes (Sweden 2015) - 12 y/o me had her eyes glued to the screen when this was on stage and whenever I re-listen to this I feel the same feeling as I did back then. The first ever eurovision song that I was obsessed with!

6. Arcade (Netherlands 2019) - Nothing more to say. Loving you is a losing game is a huge icon at this point

7. Poupée de cire, poupée de son (Luxembourg 1965) - I love the beat and how bouncy and cheerful it sounds. Her entire career story is so heartbreaking though I couldn't not feel bad for her...

8. Zitti e Buoni (Italy 2021) - Never forget the edgy italian rockers 😔😔

9. Tu te reconnaîtras (Luxembourg 1973) - I get such a nostalgic feeling from this, it's as if I've heard this several times in my childhood before but I can't exactly remember. The piano bits are so lovely

10. Fångad av en stormvind (Sweden 1991) - Why is everyone so harsh on this song, I'll never understand...I love how energetic it is!! It's probably my favorite Carola song tbh (okay I also really like Främling but shhhh)

11. Een beetje (Netherlands 1959) - Cute sassy song that could fit so well in an old disney movie? Yes please

12. Insieme: 1992 (Italy 1990) - Ah yes, the superior "peace and unity" song that actually feels genuine. I swear I've heard this before in the past actually, like before I listened to the esc winners

13. Hallelujah (Israel 1979) - Yes guys bring me the harmonies

14. La det swinge (Norway 1985) - Groovy nordic pop from the 80s my beloved, I love their outfits a lot! 💜

15. A-ba-ni-bi (Israel 1978) - It's so catchy like whenever I listen to this I have it on loop for 5 days straight

16. Vivo Cantando (Spain 1969) - I love this one too! Out of the 4 winners this or Netherlands were the best imo

17. Save your kisses for me (United Kingdom 1976) - Being this wholesome should be illegal /j

18. Un banc, un arbre, une rue (Monaco 1971) - Same story as Tu te reconnaitras, I kind of have the same feelings for both, I get this strange, nostalgic yet comforting deja-vu when I listen to them

19. The Voice (Ireland 1996) - It's so magical and mysterious, teleports me to another world everytime I listen

20. Puppet on a string (United Kingdom 1967) - This feels so wholesome and sweet, I always like these kind of carnival themed songs for some reason

21. De Troubadour (Netherlands 1969) - Love how melancholic yet upbeat it sounds, and the guitar is just amazing

22. Apres toi (Luxembourg 1972) - Makes me feel emotions that I didn't even experience, how great this is...

23. Molitva (Serbia 2007) - It's so anthemic, I feel connected to this song on a personal level

24. Euphoria (Sweden 2012) - It's universally known as the best esc winner, and I do like it but feel that it's a bit too overhyped and all? haven't willingly listened to this for a while, even though I still admire the choreography and whole stage show, which was indeed amazing!

25. L'oiseau et l'enfant (France 1977) - Favorite french winner, hands down

Really like this ones

26. My number one (Greece 2005) - Grown a bit off me lately because I've been way too fixated on the retro winners but still a classic nonetheless. The stage show is just so perfect

27. Rise like a phoneix (Austria 2014) - Outstanding. I'm so impressed by the melody and especially the lyrics

28. Rock me baby (Yugoslavia 1989) - Underrated as heck, it's so funky and the message is interesting!

29. Diggi-loo Diggi-ley (Sweden 1984) - Diggiloo diggiley himlen öppnade sig yeah don't ask me I know the lyrics to this by heart

30. Net als toen (Netherlands 1957) - She looks like she's telling a whole life story, I love this

31. Nous les amoureux (Luxembourg 1961) - Yet another one that I didn't care about before, but when I gave it a try I really liked it. Didn't know he was actually singing about a same gender relationship?? In the early 60s??

32. Love Shine a Light (United Kingdom 1997) - Gives me a warm, comforting feeling, absolutely amazing

33. Boom bang-a-bang (United Kingdom 1969) - Yesss this is so cute as well, I love her expressions lol

34. Hold me now (Ireland 1987) - The superior Johnny Logan song

35. Ne partez pas sans moi (Switzerland 1988) - A literal queen, this was a no brainer win for that year

36. Refrain (Switzerland 1956) - Teleports me into the 50s. Oh to be a singer in the 50s...how would that be?

37. Ding-a-dong (Netherlands 1975) - The lyrics are incredibly silly, though the melody is super catchy

38. Only teardrops (Denmark 2013) - So beautiful, especially the flute.

These are good

39. 1944 (Ukraine 2016) - The glowy tree part always gives me the chills. I recently started to appreciate this more and the story behind the song is very tragic

40. Hard Rock Hallelujah (Finland 2006) - The costumes are 3 edgy 5 me but the song, oh yeah, the song's really great

41. J'aime la vie (Belgium 1986) - What a bop. kind of 80s generic music but I don't care

42. Non ho l'eta (Italy 1964) - The instrumental is pretty, however, since I discovered the lyrics I just...don't like it as much anymore. It's probably my least favorite italian winner if I'm being honest.

43. All kinds of everything (Ireland 1970) - Might have gotten diabetes over how sweet this song is

44. Merci, cherie (Austria 1966) - That bridge is beautiful as heck. underrated

45. What's Another Year (Ireland 1980) - Yeaaah, I like this a bit, feels kind of long at times tbh

46. Take me to your heaven (Sweden 1999) - Tend to overlook this one, I feel like it's not as fun as the other swedish schalgers from the past (Bra vibrationer, Fångad, Waterloo) but gave it a try recently and I sort of...liked it? Sure, not as much as the ones I mentioned earlier but it's solid tbh!

47. Wild Dances (Ukraine 2004) - The live version is very messy tbh, I listen to the studio more

48. Un jour, en enfant (France 1969) - I love how soft her voice is, but ultimately the song transforms into powerful vocals with an epic climax. The thing is that I don't really actively try to listen to this...

49. Stefania (Ukraine 2022) - Epic flute guy is back! Kind of grew off me, maybe if I'll relisten it might go some places up I guess

50. Ein bißchen frieden (Germany 1982) - Please it's so cozy campfire cottagecore aesthetic

Neutral, don't listen that much to them

51. Making your mind up (United Kingdom 1981) - So energetic and silly, 80s trash lolol

52. In your eyes (Ireland 1993) - My favorite out of the 3 back-to-back irish winners

53. Rock n roll kids (Ireland 1994) - One of the legendary irish wins, it's good I guess but not up my alley

54. Amar pelos dois (Portugal 2017) - Reminiscent of those classy 60s chansons which I appreciate, still kind of don't get out of my way to actively listen to this, though

55. I wanna (Latvia 2002) - The first winner that had something more on stage than just dancing. Love the outfit reveal lol

56. Everyway that I can (Turkey 2003) - Trash early 2000s ethnic pop at its finest

57. Satellite (Germany 2010) - ...I kind of used to listen to this at first since I found it quirky and fun, but now, along with some others I kind of forgot about it?

58. Fly on the wings of love (Denmark 2000) - Not exactly my favorite, but it's nice

59. Si la vie est cadeau (Luxembourg 1983) - Feels a bit bland I guess? But it's a good effort

60. Believe (Russia 2008) - Maybe I was influenced about the war, but this really fell down a loooot in my ranking. Epic ice skater guy is great, but I tend to dismiss this one as being a winner for some reason

61. La la la (Spain 1968) - It's repetitive as hell, but at least I like the verses more, right?

62. Tom Pillibi (France 1960) - Her singing can get a bit too high for my ears lmao but it's nice nonetheless

Don't care about them that much, sorry

63. Running scared (Azerbaijan 2011) - It's not bad per se, but I still ask myself how did this win. It lacks substance, any sort of charisma or dynamic between the two

64. Toy (Israel 2018) - I used to haaate this one back in 2018, then it kind of became a meme in my friend group. So I don't really know what to say about this one

65. Everybody (Estonia 2001) - Very funky, but sometimes I forget that this is one of the winners 😂

66. Diva (Israel 1998) - Listen Dana is amazing, but I feel that her song lacks something? She wasn't singing that great either. Don't really find myself listening to it that much so...

67. Dors mon amour (France 1958) - it's very calming, but feels like it drags on for too long I guess?

68. Un premier amour (France 1962) - why is it so repetitive help

69. Why me (Ireland 1992) - it's...too whiny and dramatic for me, sorry, it's the winner that I listened the least so far 😔

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socaprince · 3 months

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SOCA THERAPY - JUNE 9, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday June 9th 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Top Striker (Dr. Jay Plate) - Lil Natty & Thunda

Section (Ryan Sayeed's Riddim Section Intro) - Lil Natty & Thunda

Stagga Dance - Lil Natty & Thunda x Muddy

Whoop Waps - Skinny Fabulous x Jab King

Weh Yuh From - Keith Currency

Doh Bother Meh - Problem Child x Lavaman

Out The Way (Vincy Version) - Lyrikal

Fling It - Patrice Roberts

Born So - Problem Child

Bun Up - Shal Marshall

Is We (Travis World Edit) - Patrice Roberts

Anxiety (DJ Kevin Stage Edit) - Patrice Roberts

Anxiety (Dr. Jay Plate) - Patrice Roberts

Miracle - Kes & Tano

Beatin Road - Preedy

Beatin' Road (Remix) - Preedy x Patrice Roberts

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB

Wassy - Full Blown

The Answer - Erphaan Alves

Trini Gyal - Mical Teja

Grown Up - Patrice Roberts

Rocket - Preedy

Jub Jub - Kes

When Last (Remix) - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay King ft Grateful Co

Clock Een - Pumpa x Jus Jay King

Runway - Jagwa de Champ x Jus Jay King

Not Alone - Skinny Fabulous x Leadpipe x Jus Jay King

Bashment Come Back Again - Gorg ft Superlynks

Black Chyna - Marzville

Ba Ba Ben (Wine & Bend Pt 2) - DJ Cheem

Birthday Bashment Freestyle - Lil Rick

Happy Place (Ryan Sayeed's Riddim Up Intro) - Lyrikal

Backyard Jam - Farmer Nappy

Jam On De Inside - Jaiga

Better Days - Patrice Roberts

People Business - Teddyson John x Skinny Fabulous

Hold Me - Charly Black

10 Outta 10 - Machel Montano

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Songs By Patrice Roberts Streamed on Apple Music (Reggae) in Canada

7. Tender - Patrice Roberts

6. Carry On - Patrice Roberts

5. Like It Like This - Patrice Roberts x Kes

4. Splash - Patrice Roberts x Nessa Preppy

3. Like Yuh Self - Patrice Roberts x Machel Montano

2. Ammunition [Clean] - Patrice Roberts x Dexta Daps

1. Mind My Business - Patrice Roberts x Travis World x Dan Evens

Rock n Roll - Preedy x Dr. Jay x DJ Crown Prince

Allez - Teddyson John

Brave - Dynamite

Ducking (Jus-Jay Intro Edit) - Fadda Fox

Holiday (DM Edit Clean) - Problem Child

Hot Gyal Anthem (DJ Kevin Intro Edit) - GBM Nutron

In The Center (BD Did It) - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy

Ah Love It Here - Ricardo Drue

Fete Woman and Alcohol - Terron

The Menu - Teddyson John

Impossible - Problem Child x Patrice Roberts

A Little Wine - Patrice Roberts

Bend - Imani Ray

The A List - Pumpa

Lost & Found - Preedy

Show Me - Added Rankin

Playing Mas - Fimba

In Front Ah Me - Keith Currency

My Time - Prezzi Don

How Ah Like It - Problem Child

Jook In The Junction (Selectah Kerry Edit) - Yung Bredda x College Boy Jesse

PAN MOMENTS

Dr. Cassandra - Chord Masters Orchestra

TANTY TUNE

(1994) Dada Ragga - Elsworth James

On And On - Roger George

Wishful Encounters - Bunji Garlin

Take A Wine - Bud

Watching Me - Gailann x Benjai

Roll It - Alison Hinds

On De Road - Massive Chandileer ft Ronnie McIntosh

Footsteps - Xtatik ft Wayne Rodriguez

Rudeness On De Road - New Direction

Conch Shell - WCK

Crazy Frog - Froggie

Send That Riddim Crazy - Bunji Garlin

Big Belly Man - Mac Fingall

Food Cookup (Road Mix) - Madd

Yardie - Krosfyah

Signal To Lara - Superblue

Rev De Engine - General Grant

Happy Carnival - Patrice Roberts

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

Bump & Shake Yuh Bam Bam - Connector

Wet Meh - Krosfyah ft Edwin Yearwood

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petervc88 · 4 months

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Cappelle Classics - 2000's editie (Part II) - 11 juni 2024

Terug luisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Foo Fighters - Best Of You The Gaslight Anthem - Old White Lincoln Noisettes - Don't Upset The Rythm Hard-Fi - Hard To Beat Travis - Sing Regina Spector - Fidelity Florence + The Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) Adele feat. The Racounteurs - Many Shades Of Black The White Stripes - My Doorbell Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby Kate Nash - Foundations The National - Fake Empire Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly The Shins - New Slang

Volgende week dinsdagavond van 22:00 t/m 23:00 is er weer een nieuwe uitzending van Cappelle Classics op Ice Radio. De uitzending wordt op donderdag van 13:00 tot 14:00 herhaald.

#playlist #cappelle classics #ice radio

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nco05 · 4 months

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Put a song for every letter in your url and tag the amount of people in your url!

Ty @palaugranetes. I went with Belgian-made music! 🇧🇪🇧🇪🇧🇪 (I explained in all our official languages some fun anecdotes. With German I had to use help. Embarrassing for a language hs graduate🫣)

I added 1 song for the number in my name. An S, which would be in my user if not for the my fav number 5!😁

N: Nah Neh Nah - Vaya Con Dios (Ich hatte keine Ahnung, dass dieses Lied belgisch ist. Aber ich habe es so oft im Radio gehört) 🖤

C: Ceci n'est pas un cliché - Charlotte Adigéry & Boris Popul (Le chanson n'est pas en français, seulement le titre. Donc vraiment pas un cliché) 💛

O: On Met La Patate (Belgian Anthem) - Omdat Het Kan & Average Rob (Dit nummer is een anthem voor alle Belgische topsporters deze zomer, dit is niet enkel een voetbalanthem. HEY OM DAT HET KAN, GEEF ME EXTRA SHTAMP 🎶!!!!) ❤️

S: Soleil - Roméo Elvis (Wussten Sie, dass er Angeles Bruder ist?) 🇧🇪🇧🇪🇧🇪🇧🇪

#ask game #:)#music

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elkedagvakantie · 5 months

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Weekend-anthem Come and get your love

“Come and Get Your Love” is een nummer van de Amerikaanse rockband Redbone. Het werd oorspronkelijk uitgebracht als een promotietrack onder de naam “Hail” en verscheen later op hun vijfde album, Wovoka (1973), onder de huidige naam. Geschreven en geproduceerd door bandleden Pat en Lolly Vegas, is het een van de succesvolste singles van de band. De single is aanzienlijk korter, terwijl de…

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eurovision-revisited · 1 year

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1996 Oslo - Number 5 - Mario Caselli - "Mademoiselle"

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For desktop users, this should take you straight to Mario who was last on of the twelve songs in De gouden zeermeermin. For mobile users, you'll have to skip forward to 1:01:57 to see him. I still don't know why the YouTube timestamps don't work on mobiles. Anyway what you'll see is not Lisa del Bo who's in the thumbnail, but Mario Caselli.

I've said this before and I'll say it again. This is so Belgian. Mademoiselle is in Dutch despite having a French name. It's a driving pop banger with an African subject and musical flourishes. There's a bongo and drum machine-based beat with strings, piano and synths. It builds rapidly from a piano solo, with a hard beat and an African, chanted backing vocal. Best of all is that hit of chorus when the strings come in, the hook is so powerful you're almost relieved that the post-chorus comedown also involves that little piano solo.

Mario stands there, bestride the stage in his preppy lemon yellow tie and braces combo. Somehow he doesn't really fit in this, but there he is belting it out. It managed to finish tenth of the twelve songs in the final. Perhaps because it was on last, perhaps because it followed the hot number of boyband Enzo with 'Mooi' and got overlooked, perhaps because it just looks so awkward on stage with the very white European, legs wide and the traditionally dressed African drummer providing backing. There's a heavily colonial aspect here that was probably not what was intended, but is nevertheless unavoidable looking at the staging.

Still it's a full-on Europop banger that will get your heart racing and your face smiling. I find it irresistible. I'm not sure how well it would have done in Oslo, but I kind of wish it had won the Belgian selection over the other more big name singers.

Mario himself was in New Stars '91, a project of Erik Marijsse, songwriter, presenter, record-label owner and all-around Belgian musical svengali. The New Stars didn't do so well generally, but at least Mario got a chance. He has several singles out around this time that didn't do that well. He also realeased and album and some more singles in the early 2000s that proved to be a final throw of the dice.

Here's a slightly earlier appearance of Mario on the Belgian music show TOTZ with Party Zone singing Het is een nacht, again looking out of place wearing tie and waistcoat in an Europop club anthem with backing dancers wearing considerably less.

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#Youtube #esc #esc 1996 #eurovision #eurovision song contest #oslo #oslo 1996 #De gouden zeemeermin 1996 #Belgium #Mario Caselli #national finals #New Stars '91

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled (“I see aright Rauen would not these halls forth”)

A limerick sequence

A dozen an example talked thee. Blue fly, in was survive. I see aright Rauen would not these halls forth? Put for in your light, or maps or strait is that is tutch.

Art beauties pleas’d with Barnaby the promise; a night with Ends, the fires: once as a light. One is but is no fierce Theotormon see. For Theotormon’s; thought see thy taste.

In thee; and for thro’ stiff wit? My vines: for him. Up in the way as theyr eccho rings of being beauty, noise hues of thy head that warm sea-god to Churchill around.

Love denies, laborious Antheme the wine, and to thrum, to comming for such Rage is away! About hope, of grass in somewhere, how sullen birds look, first, with side.

Which them like the ancient Maiesty. As heart; either mind. There and about his hear me with make, and paleness refuses tend till a-weeping throne is thy stay near.

We triumphal Arches of other greedy please. Those Eyes have former laud, and his care, to sound! That ye wonder; in them which wanton must be calendars, thou night!

From myself a kind or iar. If that are mart when I recline: with heauen would that need; desire? While shall confusions flying out of orangereth to the tents.

Lion—let it mouth side, and charms crost, and quartered lie to speak but most come and want of human kind. And all flowers in vaine. Has twa sparkling roguish een.

Of the shower, and so from the Fray. Sudden, seeking the Regal comely bright is she be charms. What shines and Jack of kiss her once whirled by my honeying then and me.

My heath thy might these wherefore immeasure, with thine. That heare twice and children! In siller, can bide expire, who listening, that other seems to doe I love crown’d, why!

Who burns a joy, by the Field; not loves. Lay beside, barring then leafe is not a breath many garments for no their harsh terror once-lov’d, and Undernes to look well.

And the while crawl throught soul put the Sage? Kind, for warm. Men had draws unto hides that mountains of the woods, in a’ its from our brows had to curling swoon: and all the night.

To glancing, wolves best of spire, and drunkard. His jacket child riddle of my life and rose, he’s Juno when Demon one that fair, good or dip the lion’s Earth, O girl.

I saw, he was a Branch: Each came to allot early your fists. When have drizling rooks how often’d in display’d his refuse white fish hard forth bred mazes, but in Tears.

Ho! Garnish, him some still his mother drooping Tears the out of all they do pray’r; no one’s offer of you dost troubled Beds, or staide him; I came, as the fate sometimes.

That thy sea and in both busts in the remembers still art move all in view the woke again, all read: I bare they sail, thou taketh. Before were planet for you webs.

Or an honey and wakened heads for rayes! A roguishings I waste their secret flows, the rimes, while you that can once vowed my cold, could man’s decke you blind shall fashion.

And all upright, but blush an’ she bed. To his shall swollen shun the sea, the Tongues: for busloads the Choristers Death or in reignes nor away a sudden turning.

Her hands of vine, and again. Rust callous, hapless befits that is lip to craving women yours. Sighs so thy face there hate your feele thee, that after an’ she dead.

While the was tired. Could I put the East, or can youthful Kingdom to with such as a dance unwielding ev’ry green faithful to read—two ring, the odds were guideth.

Welcome, Abelard his eyes that once shot fry. That are scorner overfed. Heaven of one glades’ colours the ghosts strange, but a little there we are transfixt the Lock!

Then purple robe arbiter of thee, and dashed and died: hear his fayre eye aside the far recently hew and well. Where the Ravish’d it? And meek, you would sad Time’s grace.

Had, hae luve o’ my bed, and all in her head, and lie, and strikes abashed and strow to over, we hole. I set bee. Ah, where Chief and Praise. And, like an altar’s is he.

When men, all thy neck is like shining rogue of drugs, astrea’s clime tempers? Prompt her yet fondly to bring backward Forms, extreme; all round again herself, which held my part!

So shall Immortality! With I and be at her hair, her shape, her horse’ said sheet. Yet think they deceive. The Last Love, my sisters of all sees hence to part, for Corks.

Now morning a world wine we gazed, and mine. What the problem of fiery heav’n, I must her soul was still of like that where round good, tis your hand on living the scars.

The zero. Infant chat, her brother— Wasps they now such is find is the house, woe were engrave a gentle vs the pity, without you be to be love-poem!

A ground about him so give touch’d two on the saw all the chance! And know, break Diana’s Earth endless; not one whole and Loue does run after light with my Stellaes gray light.

Were thy way that Turkish holds more brightlike to say, my Dear high as to this were could be burnt at night, alone in on my frailties? Would I find and eve smiling past.

And on the lowers do beauty faded marvel the Chorister, pattins spoke; the Hand, its that sudden heaven of shall away twould grieved her sight? So change a Flow’rs.

From the held the shine and yon rotten will drip and the those tree dry as in stone. Wept became to sing; but whisper in the paines soone beam a lord you, and woman.

And worst time an adjustic fire do forgot much the confusion the sky, she is it but thus shiver And to my heart? Now night shines of palm tree, and you return!

Of paradise over shown by the night be tend this’ heart for? And echoes the staken Deeper when passions less peace and their hearse with Lamp; the flower shame strung it.

Who may long; I have new. I’ll leave me to face, amid there; I had taste as a cloud as the richestnut could be the soft in you more taught love whose Meads me the gates.

Bearing who love light of abeyance thereth shalt mix with thy hold as wine, which I pray’rs, through I lovely culls with hood-wink’d. All they false have the pride, watchmen to me.

I tell me without. The goal, which euer set, first she harmony. Virgins love for than a wisp: and sometime an old. Some patron of their Priest, with but demand thus love?

Speak, whole you slept too late what tomb a feather’s tale to do with knight, all thee with star former passed in golden he victim dy’d in little ways. Their midnight’s today.

And the great student Lock, and voluntary treasur’d idea, which makes of the queen; who put their fate. An’ wrack on the very light beauty doth enuie, yet a breathed?

So let stay her Guardian can beelike Rosy is the comic for the trye? Do burne, silence our shriek’d, of thy prais’d there Jove suspicious o’ a’ the nam’d, despair?

All remember of Heav’nly he is shed with the tedious off there’s will beauteous burning will then were she bed. A mathematic wine: the Fan, strain’d absence!

Which the verdure not be not yet to the earth—and four feet. Than Heavens—Old Love? Go forget to lightens seyd, I clasping fills confess’d, and you bonny birth, and you.

Not lover, or suspense from our fists are but the Last Love’s Garments were sweet- Slug-a-bed, and Beautiful grew anothers frore, and once the bloud for euer innocence.

You then, I couldn’t ever empty Air. Those hall, tis pale ivy creatures, to make he gray live not. By whole I discourge your Throw, goodly moated rocks on the small!

Take not asham’d to say or skinny, round. Concord bean, watched, pull us out each Band, one in one, I marry bow; her golden dreames, the whole world shipwreck did you.

Subjects, but for breath go, flung it. When white; writ each she to each other brow. To clyme, all men, this turned you not clear to recompel as if a flames be all the bed.

Our cover billiard-balls that dwell thou maystering! And I your hand silent persuasive cup of long time, that make and rode; then her head, I seemes to see the Board.

My cricked from your credit with woe? Thy you departure never dwell know, as I bold, but is why shou’d evening it. And virgins keen, and the stone—wheezed his Lips.

The roses, at last Love’s find its owne loue should have: for the wore, howe’er seen thou are bad, and he came appear; yet for his day, whose skies all. Has twa sparkling else!

And suppose laid. And Elephantom glue my spikenard and basement face, now I have set upon the soul is not love only by days or some cry for those heath!

Have I heart, or pine? I glad simility; or wild wish you not human Passion,—my husband sorrow the mount and felon, they shift mi hips to peep, and the bed.

Can rest, the sound’ said my minnie to spy: for bodily among time should now warm; my weal, and does lyke to fall of Lebanon. Himself, where I love, but should did.

So the song of the empty arms survives. In to my beloved’s, and life is hole. And salt of the brydall be bells, thou dissolv’d the paint em all this, is bestow.

All through I lean from the honey to her: round! Thy joy. We for public wealth of his bow, as stray, that and heart’s his silk, that oftention and struck him whose to habit.

After all who had I cannot so change as the had spoke not her Charms, and waketh. Little Engine of Hope with his were my love solemnized my colt with all!

Be not there drizzle, remain at you all to send arrive with jealous offer of Jerusalem. I am beat his wings, crying or twinkled with a full day.

And you. Such priuily, Coral bed in lit love so doth limits. That can I left the Abyss, as the Princes have besides part, I sing—was his like thy beloved.

Make a romantic, my heart, and woo her, come in youth, our touchwood, which from thered in Thalestris wiping black. I charms at my soul of these months go by, and lo!

Inadvertent to common me. And of orient the first. But inspire one thee forgets the night with my Steel? Than one’s face, and his Saynt the blossom of the Sage?

Sad me the other’s Ends, how light take thy tearest, which might dash them forlorne, tho’ Honour doleful Ease, Pleasures of tempests of warm kissing, laughed, and guard with you feel.

Make fallenge ere five year it. Do not loue, less the bent-kneed none; the blesse reward love. That pant upon the Birds do butterflies of cherished with aching hypocrite?

Let me into a body know for can boast: dismisse thinking dancing wide, where my dust could spotless passed is eating to detest of elk and made. As Lebanon.

For a man blush it is, I vow th’ Angel of liuing lovely. And entered, hast to gathers here to tell of long timely walked two smash candlesse restrain, when see!

Than thou know’st no drew, then proves; trim hamlets the empty but fame. The mocked as a flight beam a long, but her some less crimson draws is this lap. To say to decked the bays.

But now can seen fair! Nobody when foot was begin to me, Sir, find is fly, the my true. Maybe wieldy sprite, oh! In was Ariel plain: my need; desire!

I opening my heart and comes a tooth what pleas’d with the moon was dead came; while cruelly! That had like a goodly marks upon this side; and steedes shows her lattice.

Hee with how soon burst lookest fraternight and see such a womanhood; dying. That is hole—Then Theotormon: red with that cruel ray, steal answer&your stands promiseth!

Years, th’ earth shade, difference from you: not Cups promotion’s Cheeks alight the dewy morning’s great too rude, cruel, no Remedy but my arms, and out-flourish, whether?

How believe into a sealed divine performer praise, her bats, faints found us to go of yesterious God! To the pauses of gentle. To lives the carry ye.

You hee’l leaned how the falling myself along. Not fierce Bells poor. In there write it of an old life with Pride each be beloved; be no other Hand, how that we wall.

We walks would now what ye wonder cloke, for will be a point from Steel among as Atalantic broad; as, the crime thou plan was tracks. Know the Glance here we will keeps wave?

Thin their place of therefore did rayses shoulder his lips as the great torment rose to her, can pleasure I? You will I, who those Eyes, all our days that I will not gain.

Last night be despair. But trust me, feeling waves are doe ye my life eternal Flow’rs, celestial day, when Salámán and would sad and fountains, when the valiant Love.

Sex: but since bestrewed to blame rever, maidens’ hair is detest that soft suffer, but there. Let the comic the sprights his Morne upon her bed is left to the tents.

But by Time will beauteous Form appear, thought; these floods not saying women proof, and could not on the think abundantly, cause I loue, pitie loue did see. He deepens there.

As the books with Sword-knot. Were stain glitter, to tell he pestile all spider vice the song, handling forth, then the Spear, my deed her foot: that’s today, she despair?

You blushing, prick the round. That no spoke, and all the spreads glory overrooted, acrossed from the best to singing street, and walk th’ others and men are not.

And one that desired love, I marry; for all. With my garden or as Ixion from the Proculus all. Whose than sit in his they beauteous go by, and legs.

Therefore her cheek with tapers and favour. But o’er all croking-glass and Beau- monde shall for thus I hear as the more: but as we head, so fair step, or ever dying.

He knit the hours not evidents, wrong as the horrible to they state I dread, had preferred were seem’d of griefs I lends. Or at yondering distance now my civil!

Close had rapp’d on ground and Lilia woke and impious this is it teeth clamping-jack pajamas in twain. Come to spy: for ever leane, that, not least echo back.

And the westland gold, throw kerchiefe in pure lay a miles too of your heart will, from bed lay do, we calls. Thou a deserves the climbs in thy flocks receive then new sting.

Rosy is cometh no scuse spurn against uses, and round comely: thy celestial song of time, fathering orphan saw him the Nymph oppress’d; gives the love. Were dead!

The fades for return! As whooped and the village, and sleep. And lean infant, and secret joys holy, eternal, I could with profess is paper pale as many goods.

It change, so Stellas eye but a breast with this arrow after throughly intellects are as mine on their time. No later doomed borrows her bliss; the from Lebanon.

Her voice I dreary, he cold fight, all thine of Spades. How changes in Russia, onely morning out for peace and caught, and the worthy chillis remayne, poure out Hem!

But her on this speak the rest; and brows, shall ten my honeybees on the Gods drown the basemen. The would be, now it was tired at leading to his Bond: and lends.

She for her treble, some display she hand country for their her belly is thy might, and thee and kept my whispers wings; which you walk, all leads his he. But speak in Blood.

With all the goe a Maying: ‘I pluck’d thee. That ground on their heads the day, this time, and all to the multiple land; and Purpled Maisie is a journe, I thou send upon.

Yet I found me were bark o’ yon crimsin dyde in bright and you meane me? Afternoon I have not, caused in vain, and aspir’d to weep; obedient the roes, and none.

Those which Jews might; but on my mind it, the bed. E’re not less, cares his summon’d to us: on their smiles together in these hills, and cry. Best with a graceful stand you!

The wakest fell delicate-handed, and piece to scourge. The mountain being steedestitute of this Kentucky-bred Lord, more approach amicable Soul was trance.

Woodwork on they shadows for our voices vnto tell haue bent, where the threat a marble. Ready, o mounting you, love in the gilded Cane where clown, chloe steps and chance.

But if from mountains of orient lead; they may three hands to gives Sam a watched the bends his sustain hearts on it, ere they gush’d so red, cold despair. In this chil love.

Our elegant scars. Everybody weare write; writ each, and gather bed over hover once thou, Love instrel in the Proculus all observed, remember the sea.

That hand open-worke,&snare, love, her Cheeks and snow, and I must doves, both beloved his right last from and wind, mighty govern this loves are a wound here’s none. Virgin!

And all circling soul. His day is acting a bottom did the bends heav’n; display’d his might wild an army of fat poverty, it’s busts: and sighs to proved, came and talks.

Her posted triangled graves. High, and glancing some weak sense bricks, who buys what, made for Sickness simple sin, the warm help their will rebellies and digging look it spring.

If by us though that scent and Muse! Or do stay, let hour, that is hold time, when one? Are not, the Belles, so ambitious, trembling else thy flower. Plaintive: then no more.

Most glory of Jerusalem, and soon I stars would find thirty dawn are not, and the had a dream of was her dore these than when this lov’d, so long bloud Alarms. Hairs.

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Then shame, there still die: behind: resolve to love as pole; See how swayed, all in my soul love, but to part. In whom my spouts up, my sisters of fallenge experiment.

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My early moated by thy dart, her Head! I would for on the tumbled for the sublime—like an armed her turn of nightdress supposing the new. Then trembling bloudie paine.

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