Die-hard Metejoor fans choked on my prey

It was, of course, without relying on Daan. “I love the spoken word tradition,” Roots-Holsbeck said A quack par excellence Sand in our eyes in a previous video. A great excuse to reinterpret the introduction to the self-titled debut album Metejoor… euhm…, being the spoken introduction with which Vosselaar Chansonnier thanks fans and family for making it a success. Hi, I would like to personally and sincerely thank you for purchasing my first album. This is how a word of thanks begins from our many MIA laureates, which – just in between – say more about MIA and our music industry than Metejoor itself.

Dan turned this clichéd thank-you into a sinister, deeply sarcastic, growling and gasping Barlando, over angry synthesizer chords, dramatic violins and apocalyptic choral singing that, as if during a searing Eucharist, “Meeteee-jooo-hooo-oooor!!!” echo. He was like Jean Gabin and Jean-Pierre Castaldi, but all things considered, he was pure Marcel Duchamp. and zaba. and something out quick view.

Sphincter

Amidst all this fiery whine of paranoia and false feelings, the other candidates smiled convulsively as if Siegfried Bracke was wearing a mankini with five dildos in front of them. Random K3s strategically dropped their lower jaws to the floor because the cams just rolled. Above all, we heard one motherfucker For a summertime hit that will soon reverberate over the Blankenberge dams in a fair world. Then, Metegor himself felt pain at the question of whether he was being treated flatteringly or if his middle big finger had been rammed into his sphincter.

I wanted your text as Dan said then with a hurt look. God save him.

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