donderdag 12 maart 2009

nothing.. compares... to you

It's been... seven hours... and fifteen.. days
since you took... your love away
I go out... every night... and sleep all.. day
since you took... your love away
since.. you've been gone... I can do... whatever I want
I can do... whatever.. I choose
I can eat.. my dinner.. in a fancy.. restaurant
but nothing... can take away.. these blues
nothing compares
nothing compares.. to you

It's been.. so lonely... without.. you here
like a bird... without.. a song
nothing.. can stop... these lonely tears...
tell me baby... where did I. go wrong?
I could.. put my arms... around every girl I see
but they'd all... remind me. of you
I went.. to the doctor... guess what he.. told me
said you'd better have some fun
no matter what you do,
nothing compares
nothing compares... to you

All the flowers.. that you planted..
in the backyard
all died.... when you went.. away
I know that.. living with you.... was sometimes hard
but I'm willing.... to give it a try

nothing. compares
nothing compares... to you
nothing compares
nothing... compares... to you
nothing compares
nothing.. compares to you
nothing compares
nothing compares... to you
nothing compares
nothing.. compares... to you

woensdag 11 maart 2009

Dutch Chocolate == drop

For years I have been an addict and huge fan of the best chocolates in the world that are locally produced and sold in... Amsterdam. The company is called Puccini and has two shops. One conveniently located 5 minutes cycling from my home. Luckily the route to work does not take me past that shop so we have enough money left to buy real food too.

As I am on an assignment in Istanbul, I like to bring some 'typical' dutch presents with me to break the ice and compensate for all the presents and gifts I get from my colleagues when abroad. Stroopwafels are a safe bet, no matter where you go, as long as care is taken in warm climates in regards to transportation and the stains the syrup leaves.

Much to my surprise I was offered 'dutch chocolate' today while at the coffee break. For me, Dutch chocolate == Puccini. Nice! What an excellent start of the day!

Even more surprised I was when I found that the 'Dutch chocolate' was actually drop!

Drop makes me drool [Pavlof sends his greetings] but I am not that much a fan of it, but it is fun to see how not Dutch people react to it. Like haring, it is something you have to grow up with to like.

zondag 8 maart 2009

♫♫♫ ♫♫♫ Ton Lebbink ♫♫♫ ♫♫♫

De nederlandse pop dichter Ton Lebbink is een held, tenminste, dat vind ik en een groeiend aantal andere. Ik heb natuurlijk al zijn platen, maar mijn pogingen om er fatsoenlijke mp3's van te maken zijn schromelijk mislukt. Gelukkig zijn ze te koop bij Fonos.

Nog toffer is dat veel van Ton Lebbink's werk nu ook op YouTube te vinden is om eens te luisteren voor het geval je het nog niet kent.

Boodje Brood is ook actief bezig met Ton Lebbink [en nog meer interesants].

Dus bijdeze mijn luister tip: