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vikan 26. september 2005 - 2. október 2005
» Got To Give It Up - Marvin Gaye «
I used to go out to parties
and stand around
'cause I was too nervous
to really get down
but my body
yearned to be free
I got up on the floor, thought
somebody could choose me
No more standin' there beside the walls Move your body, ooo baby, you dance all night Everybody's groovin' on like a fool Move it up Turn it 'round ooo shake it down You can love me when you want to babe You're movin your body Keep on dancin'
 vikan 19. september 2005 - 25. september 2005
Lag vikunnar er "theme lag" G.O.B., sem er líklega misheppnaðasti töframaður sem móðir jörð hefur alið af sér. Að nota þetta lag sem theme fyrri manninn er snilld.
Bara einn galli. Þegar maður horfir á Arrested Development í fjóra klukkutíma samfleytt fær maður lagið á heilann. It's worth it.
» The Final Countdown - Europe « We're leaving together But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground (leaving ground) Will things ever be the same again It's the final countdown... The final countdown Ooh oh We're heading for Venus (Venus) (interlude) The final countdown
vikan 12. september 2005 - 18. september 2005
Það kemur fyrir að pínleg sársaukagretta breiðist yfir andlitið á mér þegar ég set inn textann á lagi vikunnar, því stundum er hann bara of corny. Sum lög eru hreinlega of góð til að láta textann pirra sig.
Það er bara þannig. Já.. man ekki hvort ég var búin að segja það áður, en diskó rúlar. » Love Train - OJays « People all over the world (everybody) Join hands (join) Start a love train, love train People all over the world (all the world, now) The next stop that we make will be soon Well, well All of you brothers over in Africa Well Ride, let it ride People all over the world (on this train)
vikan 5. september 2005 - 11. september 2005
» It's Probably Me - Sting & Eric Clapton «
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you'd hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
but it's probably me
When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real You're not the easiest person I ever got to know When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense I hate to say it I hate to say it I hate to say it..
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