Prachig!! Gert. Je schaart je onder de weer-poëten. Ken je Charles Kingley's 'Ode to the North Easter'? Of een Scandinavisch-hoog-versie op het lied "the day the music died?"..
Hier is 't ie:
The day the Scandi died
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
LRFs used to make me smile.
And I knew there was a tiny chance
That we could do the white stuff dance,
And maybe we'd be happy for a while
But it wasn't the cold that made me shiver,
But every forecast that was delivered
Mild rampers on the telly,
I packed away my wellies.
I can't remember if I cried
When a zonal couldn't be denied,
But I knew the 144 had lied
The day the Scandy died.
Singin' bye,bye Scandinavian High”
Waited ages by the gauges but the gauges were dry
There was Michael Fish with a smile that was wry
Singin' "temp'ratures for this week are high,
Temp'ratures for next week are high"...
Did you see the forecast, love
And do you have faith in an Easterly shove
If McElwee tells you so?
And do you believe in AVN
Or the NOGAPS models fresh from Topkarten
And can you sneak ensembles from the Met O?
Well I know that you're in love with white
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the lamp-post's light
You hollered down the street,
"Man, I saw a flake of sleet!"
I was a lonely British weather fan
With an Oregon, Usenet... (thanks to you, Will Hand),
But I knew that winter had been canned
The day the Scandy died.
Singin' bye bye Scandinavian High”
Waited ages by the gauges but the gauges were dry
There was Michael Fish with a smile that was wry
Singin' "temp'ratures for this week are high,
Temp'ratures for next week are high"...
David
Hier is 't ie:
The day the Scandi died
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
LRFs used to make me smile.
And I knew there was a tiny chance
That we could do the white stuff dance,
And maybe we'd be happy for a while
But it wasn't the cold that made me shiver,
But every forecast that was delivered
Mild rampers on the telly,
I packed away my wellies.
I can't remember if I cried
When a zonal couldn't be denied,
But I knew the 144 had lied
The day the Scandy died.
Singin' bye,bye Scandinavian High”
Waited ages by the gauges but the gauges were dry
There was Michael Fish with a smile that was wry
Singin' "temp'ratures for this week are high,
Temp'ratures for next week are high"...
Did you see the forecast, love
And do you have faith in an Easterly shove
If McElwee tells you so?
And do you believe in AVN
Or the NOGAPS models fresh from Topkarten
And can you sneak ensembles from the Met O?
Well I know that you're in love with white
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the lamp-post's light
You hollered down the street,
"Man, I saw a flake of sleet!"
I was a lonely British weather fan
With an Oregon, Usenet... (thanks to you, Will Hand),
But I knew that winter had been canned
The day the Scandy died.
Singin' bye bye Scandinavian High”
Waited ages by the gauges but the gauges were dry
There was Michael Fish with a smile that was wry
Singin' "temp'ratures for this week are high,
Temp'ratures for next week are high"...
David
En nu met z'n allen dit luidop voor de PC
