You Yankees, Sons of the Old Europe !

Yeah, you the yankees, if not the paranoid US dudes, may you try to remember.

Europe ; Hope ; Sailors ; Hope ; Women ; Hope ; Dispair.

- Try to remember.

Definitely sounds like sailors. Is this about WW2 American naval fleets occupying various parts of the world? Please do explain.

But yep, as usual, y'all yankees, rednecks, ATS afficionados, things thinking they've been elected by a God they don't believe in anymore, will just ignore such a thread, believing that your fate is not what Europe's destiny is, still trapped as such in your poor dream of not beeing what you are, searching as such to be the God's Childs you're about not to be, craving for power, craving for strength, cravint for gold, when you all know you're just a bunch of misleaded consequences, the Leviztghan that will just swallow the Western World in a lastly, pityful try to be the great thing you once think you were able to be.

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A star for you fellow dude for just asking, and as such showing your willingness to be.

As for an answer :

Nope. That's just about mankind. - Somewhat an universal thing, all in all.

American Dental system FTW!

Originally posted by TheyWontBelieveU
American Dental system FTW!

Typical yankee crap.

Originally posted by USMC-oorah
Definitely sounds like sailors. Is this about WW2 American naval fleets occupying various parts of the world? Please do explain.

Typical american ego-centered crap, anyway : where do you feel of bloody marines, here ?
Sheesh... Those Yankees Europe's Grandsons obviously are trapped within their own delusions.

KEEP UP THE BAD WORK, MEN !


- Ah ah...





ETA (fyi) : New York, your cultural Capital, once was a nederlander colony... Dig it up.

reply to post by WestWood


Well American's had to put up with the "Royal" family all over TV, which I don't watch anyways, but it's still the same. I thought it was great that they went around arresting individuals like Charlie Veitch article for a "pre-crime" of protesting the "Royal" wedding..... At least we still have the freedom of speech over here "mate"

I thought "pre-crime" police only existed here

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Okay, dude. Keep on your American-Way-Of-No-Life.

reply to post by WestWood



Typical British response, ha!

PS. Nice rebuttal

Something edible for uneducated yankees :

reply to post by WestWood


I guess westwood is some kind of special European headcase and he doesn't speak for all of Europe. By the way making that statement over one of our inventions is astoundingly retarded. Good luck with that Europe we have alot of that here too.

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I'm not british, dude.

reply to post by pcrobotwolf


Okay ThingNaziWolf.

Jacques Brel always touches your soul, die zooo goed.

I remember and I S&F for that moment.

Peace

Originally posted by WestWood
reply to post by TheyWontBelieveU

 

I'm not british, dude.

I said European didn't I. Pretty sure that means all of Europe not just the british which is spelled wrong by the way
opps its not addressed to me lol.

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" In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly


In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam"


David Bowie's thoughts about it...



Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent
Au large d’Amsterdam
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes

Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents
A croquer la fortune
A décroisser la lune
A bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue
Jusque dans le coeur des frites
Que leurs grosses mains invitent
A revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant
Dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette
Et sortent en rotant

Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent
Comme des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré
D’un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou
Pour mieux s’entendre rire
Jusqu’à ce que tout à coup
L’accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave
Alors le regard fier
Ils ramènent leur batave
Jusqu’en pleine lumière

Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent
Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent à la santé
Des putains d’Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d’ailleurs
Enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps
Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Pour une pièce en or
Et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Brel's lyrics...






(a star for fellow sevensheeps )

reply to post by WestWood

I'm not talking about the lyrics behind a song I'm talking about your obvious dislike of Americans which is littered all over your post.

Ps why should we try and remember anything you have to say or post about? what because you think you are better or because you are special and have the helmet to prove it

Silence Imperialist dog! Just yanking your chain, which by the way comes from an old saying about not pulling the thunder bucket in mines (Bathroom barrel). See don't insult the ingenuity of American's to come up with something as great as a thunder bucket. But I do admit I like your beer better then our poor piss over here. Good folk to that's for sure, minus Parisians they can suck it dry. Then again that is not a dutch issue, fine flowers, great chocolate, and wonderful folks, cheers.

Originally posted by WestWood

Originally posted by USMC-oorah
Definitely sounds like sailors. Is this about WW2 American naval fleets occupying various parts of the world? Please do explain.

Typical american ego-centered crap, anyway : where do you feel of bloody marines, here ?
Sheesh... Those Yankees Europe's Grandsons obviously are trapped within their own delusions.

KEEP UP THE BAD WORK, MEN !


- Ah ah...

ETA (fyi) : New York, your cultural Capital, once was a nederlander colony... Dig it up.

edit on 9-5-2011 by WestWood because: ...

What the hell are you going on about????