Penelope Filmography

• Max Faktor 8
  2003, role: actress
• Pure Max 14
  2003, role: actress

Penelope Filmography

• Blowjob Ninjas 6
  2009, role: actress
• Cumstains 3
  2004, role: actress
• 12 on One
  2003, role: actress
• Kick Ass Anal Adventures 2
  2003, role: actress
• Triple X 7
  1995, role: actress

Penelope

Cast

• Bob Van der Veken
• Roger Thoelen

• Episode : De jonge Rubens
  Belgium:9 June 1961...
• Episode : Shopping
  Belgium:27 October 1961...
• Episode : Onze dochter trouwt
  Belgium:18 March 1964...
• Episode : Maria van Reigersburch
  Belgium:27 May 1957...
• Episode : (1961-04-28)
  Belgium:28 April 1961...
• Episode : Goede manieren... Coctails en hapjes
  Belgium:30 December 1960...
• Episode : (1961-12-29)
  Belgium:29 December 1961...
• Episode : (1962-02-09)
  Belgium:9 February 1962...
• Episode : 't Is altijd liefdesuur
  Belgium:5 June 1957...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Penelope - Of Montreal
• Penelope - Great Big Sea
• Penelope - Pinback
• Penelope - Diego Torres
• Penelope - Saosin
• Penelope - Robi Draco Rosa
• Penelope - Joan Manuel Serrat
• Penelope - Gothica
• Penelope - Jovanotti
• Ciranda Da Bailarina - Penélope
• Namorinho De Portão - Penélope
• Continue Pensando Assim - Penélope
• Penelope - Fuoriskema

Penelope shoot the apple off my head I need to go to the store to get some sleep. Because I've run out of sleep. The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime and waved his arms like wheat. But when he tried to speak the Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth and handed David an envelope inside was a letter that read 'sir, you were given this envelope by mistake please disregard it' Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head I need to go to the store to get some beets. To rub all over my feet. Andy's joke reminded Gerard that his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths. Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business giving his word that he would keep it looked in the safe but it was all deceit cause once he had the sloth balloon he traded it to the moths for a lithograph of 'Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair'. What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines. designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him. He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in they spend their days in heights of ecstasy. but wait why then does she look so sad? Why is her countenance so glum? Does she tire of mechanical hands or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum? Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head I need to go to the store to get some treats. For Gothe,Becket and Keates. The characters of the 'Gay Parade' formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King. But whenever they sing all postal workers simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar calendar

Penelope works in the market
Down in the coconut trees
She's saving up all her money
To go to America across the sea
She once had an uncle
He lived in Detroit town
They got all his post cards
But his body has never been found
To this day
To this day
She got a job as a domestic
Workin' for the minimum wage
All her friends back home in Jamaica
They say, 'You really got it made in the shade'
But they don't see her sweat and grind
And her bended on her knees
She wishes she was back in Jamaica
Beneath the coconut trees
Everyday, Everyday
Everyday, Everyday
Penelope's back in the market
She found what it was all about
Oh no, she doesn't regret it
She's just glad that she got out
But others aren't so lucky
They're there till the day they die
Trapped in steel and concrete

Oh Penelope
Are you filled with air
Swallowed oxygen
That makes you float up?
Is it Dropsy?
Will your lungs swell?
It's depressing me
To see you struggle
Oh Penelope
Are you filled with air
Swallowed oxygen
That makes you float up?
Is it Dropsy?
Will your lungs swell?
It's depressing me
To see you struggle
I'm treading water with my oars
Glass galleons anchored, ocean floors
I'm diving down with all my gear
In search of treasure, para me corazon
Take you to the forest
Let you feel the raindrops falling down
Seeping through your redscales
Eliminate the faucet
Eliminate the need for water
Replace it with a safe shell
Don't wanna see you floating upside down
On the top of the bowl when I
Come around to visit you
Don't wanna see you floating upside down
No girl
Need you there, Need you there, Need you there
Ooh Release that air
(I'm treading water with my oars
Glass galeons anchored, ocean floors
I'm diving down with all my gear
In search of treasure, para me corazon)
Take you to the forest
Let you feel the raindrops falling down
Seeping through your redscales
Eliminate the faucet
Eliminate the need for water
Replace it with a safe shell
If they summon the rains now,
Are you gonna rise?
If they summon the rains now,

Penélope
Con su bolso de piel marrón
Y sus zapatos de tacón
Y su vestido de domingo
Penélope
Se sienta en un banco del andén
Y espera que llegue el primer tren
Meneando el abanico
Dicen en el pueblo que un caminante paró
Su reloj una tarde de primavera
Adiós, amor mio, no me llores, volveré
Antes que de los sauces caigan las hojas
Piensa en mi, volveré por ti
Pobre infeliz, se paró su reloj infantil
Una tarde plomiza de abril
Cuando se fue su amante
Se marchitó
En su huerto hasta la ultima flor
No hay ni un sauce en la calle mayor
Para Penélope
Penélope
Tristeza a fuerza de esperar
Tus ojos parecen brillar
Si un tren silba a lo lejos
Penélope
Uno tras otro los ve pasar
Mira sus caras, les oye hablar
Para ella son muñecos
Dicen en el pueblo que el caminante volvió
La encontró en su banco de pino verde
La llamó: "Penélope, mi amante fiel, mi paz
Deja ya de tejer sueños en tu mente
Mirame, soy tu amor, regresé"
Le sonrió
Con los ojos llenitos de ayer
No era asi su cara ni su piel
"Tu no eres quien yo espero"
Y se quedó
Con su bolso de piel marrón
Y sus zapatitos de tacón
Sentada en la estación

Oh Penelope
Are you filled with air
Swallowed oxygen
That makes you float up?
Its a travesty
Will your lungs swell?
It’s depressing me
To see you struggle
Oh Penelope
Are you filled with air
Swallowed oxygen
That makes you float up?
its a travesty
Will your lungs swell?
It’s depressing me
To see you struggle
I’m treading water with my oars
Glass galeons anchored, oceans floor
I’m diving down with all my gear
In search of treasure, para mi corazon
Take you to the forest
Let you feel the raindrops falling down
Seeping through your redscales
Eliminate the faucet
Eliminate the need for water
Replace it with a safe shell
Don’t wanna see you floating upside down
On the top of the bowl when I
Come round to visit you
Don’t wanna see you floating upside down
No girl
Need you there, Need you there, Need you there
Ooh Release that air
(I’m treading water with my oars
Glass galeons anchored, oceans floor
I’m diving down with all my gear
In search of treasure, para mi corazon)
Take you to the forest
Let you feel the raindrops falling down
Seeping through your redscales
Eliminate the faucet
Eliminate the need for water

Me despierto en el alba, soñando no se q
Desalluno con lluvia y te recuerdo en el cafe.
Soñe tu figura lejos.
esperando en los suburvios del olvido
y me vi solo zarpando en barcos de oro
que llene de regalos para ti
y luego vi que por celos el mar de mis tormentos, se tragaba el barco, de aquel loco que era yo,
y todo naufrago.
que lejos tu, que lejos yo
los escombros de mi vida se deslizan por la lluvia
recordando a penelope
me abandono a las olas, me escupen del mar
han pasado los años, nadie sabe donde estas.
las calles desiertas por la noche
y tu cara se dibuja en mi memoria
los arboles se abrazan
como bosques de esqueletos por la lluvia
mi sueño naufrago
que lejos tu, que lejos yo
llueven lagrimas de menta y me emborracho de amargura
olvidando a penelope
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que lejos tu que lejos yo
los escombros de mi vida se deslizan por la lluvia
olvidando a penelope
me refujio en las tabernas y me vuelvo taciturno
olvidando a penelope
que lejos tu que lejos yo
lo que queda de mi vida lo malgasto en los tugurios
recordando a penelope

Penelope,
Con su bolso de piel marron,
Sus zapatos de tacon
Y su vestido de domingo.
Penelope,
Se sienta en un banco en el anden
Y espera a que llegue el primer tren
Meneando el abanico.
Dicen en el pueblo
Que un caminante paro
Su reloj una tarde de primavera.
Adios, amor mio,
No me llores, volvere
Antes que de los sauces
Caigan las hojas
Piensa en mi, volvere por ti
Pobre infeliz,
Se paro tu reloj infantil
Una tarde plomiza de abril
Cuando se fue tu amante.
Se marchito
En tu huerto hasta la ultima flor,
No hay un sauce en la calle mayor
Para Penelope.
Penelope,
Tristes a fuerza de esperar
Sus ojos parecen brillar
Si un tren silba a lo lejos.
Penelope,
Uno tras otro los ve pasar
Mira sus caras, les oye hablar,
Para ella son muñecos.
Dicen en el pueblo
Que el caminante volvio.
La encontro
En su banco de pino verde.
La llamo,
"Penelope, mi amante fiel, mi paz
Deja ya de tejer sueños en tu mente.
Mirame, soy tu amor,
Regrese."
Le sonrio
Con los ojos llenitos de ayer
No era asi su cara ni su piel,
"Tu no eres quien yo espero."
Y se quedo
Con su bolso de piel marron,
Y sus zapatitos de tacon
Sentada en la estacion.

Fluid is the night which I plunge in,
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.
I weave weft of dreams
Erasing them with reality,
I wait for Death
That will come from the sea.
I grow flowers watering them
With blood and I destroy them
With the look of someone who has seen
And knows too much,
They read a world in me,
In me they perceive the dream,
Roads of sea, houses of clouds,
I weave, and my thread is Death.

Le navi partono per mare
Ma il cuore resta qua
Gli dei ci truccano le carte
Per confondere la verita'
C'e' scritto nella bibbia che il signore
Si servi' di una puttana per entrare a Gerico
E Venere era strabica Beehtoven era sordo
Ed era bassa e mora Marylin Monroe
E Superman si veste in giacca e cravatta
Per nascondere ai terrestri la sua vera identita'
Il diavolo ha una fabbrica di pentole
Ma per quanto possa insistere i coperchi non li fa
Colombo navigo' fino ai Caraibi ma poi non ballo'
La salsa con la gente che incontro'.
Mosi guido' il suo popolo alle porte di Israele
Ma mori' la' sulla soglia e non entro'
E tutti quanti ballano sul ritmo giusto
E intanto Penelope tesse la sua tela
Nell'ora di punta
Cenerentola si e' presa una sbandata
Pero' sa che a mezzanotte tutto quanto finira'
Allora si organizza perche' dopo mezzanotte
Qualche cosa resti mentre tutto scorre e se ne va
E Giuda non si e' mai capito bene
Se quel bacio fu un tradimento o la piy grande fedelta'
E Chiara era una ricca signorina
Che divenne ancor piy ricca quando amo' la poverta'
Le navi partono per marte
Ma il cuore resta qua
Gli Dei ci truccano le carte
Per confondere la verita'
E intanto Penelope tesse la sua tela
Nell'ora di punta
E intanto Penelope tesse la sua tela
Nell'ora di punta
E tutti quanti ballano sul ritmo giusto
Nell'ora di punta
E tutti quanti ballano sul ritmo giusto
Se io mangio due polli e tu nessuno
Statisticamente noi ne abbiam mangiato
Uno per uno
E intanto Penelope tesse la sua tela
Nell'ora di punta
Leonardo seziono' diversa gente per scoprire
Che la mente non si vede ma ce l'hai
E Nobel invento' la dinamite ed il premio per la
Pace per chi non la usasse mai
E Dante identifico' l'amore nel profilo di Beatrice
Pero' un'altra lui sposo'
E Marley era figlio di una nera e di un marinaio bianco
Ed il mondo conquisto'
Mercurio c'ha le ali alle caviglie e i messaggi li
Consegna anche se uno non li aspetta
E Fred scopri' che quando il ritmo e' giusto
Non ha niente a che vedere con quello della lancetta
Adamo mori' e venne seppellito con un seme nella bocca
E quel seme germoglio'
Divenne un grande albero

Procurando bem
Todo mundo tem pereba
Marca de bexiga ou vacina
E tem piriri, tem lombriga, tem ameba
Só a bailarina que não tem
E não tem coceira
Berruga nem frieira
Nem falta de maneira
Ela não tem
Futucando bem
Todo mundo tem piolho
Ou tem cheiro de creolina
Todo mundo tem
um irmão meio zarolho
Só a bailarina que não tem
Nem unha encardida
Nem dente com comida
Nem casca de ferida
Ela não tem
Não livra ninguém
Todo mundo tem remela
Quando acorda às seis da matina
Teve escarlatina
Ou tem febre amarela
Só a bailarina que não tem
Medo de subir, gente
Medo de cair, gente
Medo de vertigem
Quem não tem
Confessando bem
Todo mundo faz pecado
Logo assim que a missa termina
Todo mundo tem um primeiro namorado
Só a bailarina que não tem
Sujo atrás da orelha
Bigode de groselha
Calcinha um pouco velha
Ela não tem
O padre também
Pode até ficar vermelho
Se o vento levanta a batina
Reparando bem, todo mundo tem pentelho
Só a bailarina que não tem
Sala sem mobília
Goteira na vasilha
Problema na família
Quem não tem
Procurando bem
Todo mundo tem...