Wednesday, April 11, 2007

sagan Hans endaði ekki þar heldur...

...hélt áfram og því urðu snjókornin að vara sig

Hann fór víða
Og var alltaf kúl
Hann var alltaf með fremstu mönnum og
þurfti því stundum að bíða lengi

14 Comments:

Blogger Brynjar said...

Maður tárast bara

2:58 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Djöfull tekur hann sig vel út í sínu náttúrulega heimili. Á gangstéttinni fyrir utan húsið þitt.

5:37 PM  
Blogger Þorsteinn Snæland said...

sigrún...igrún

5:45 PM  
Blogger Þorsteinn Snæland said...

binni sýndu styrk

5:46 PM  
Blogger Brynjar said...

Það er búið að taka lyftingarsalinn úr íþróttahúsinu.

6:39 PM  
Blogger Brynjar said...

Þess vegna hef ég voða lítinn styrk...hahahahahah

6:39 PM  
Blogger Þorsteinn Snæland said...

ohohohohohohoh!
þessi var í boði

Steikhúsar Binna á Lækjargötu 14

6:44 PM  
Blogger Ívar Kristleifsson said...

Those Were the Days

Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those Were the Days

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

8:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ég mun ekki nenna að lesa þennan texta á minni löngu ævi. takk samt ívar, þetta var mjög fyndið

5:03 AM  
Blogger Brynjar said...

Íbbi, gætiru kannski sent inn smá útdrátt á þessu. Það hefur sýnt sig að karlheilinn er ekki gerður fyrir að lesa langa texta.

Þess vegna les ég alltaf bara efnisyfirlit, samantektir og glósur eða skoða línurit og gröf.

5:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

þess vegna er Andrés Önd svo sniðugt lesefni.

6:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ó já,andrés ønd er meistari meistaranna!
góda helgi
hb
ps.thanks for nothing,nu er eg med thetta lag a heilanum!!!!

7:42 AM  
Blogger Ívar Kristleifsson said...

Mission accomplished

9:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn you!

11:40 AM  

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