This site is a portal to some of the projects that have been stored on this server.

  • Undersound
  • Magenta Onderzoek
  • Iriz Science
  • Vonny Mesto
  • Belgrave
  • Meltdown
  • Overrated
  • Mixed Up
  • Rat Label
  • The Trouble Boys
  • Wild Cat Company
  • More Trouble

What this site is about

This site is a portal to projects under the domain of barefly.nl and its subdomaines

Multiple server links to different projects.



Undersound is a two mans band. They write, perform, arrange, record and master all of their tracks in a basement filled with audio equipment. On these pages you'll find their songs, lyrics and news about this ongoing project underground, making undersound.

Magenta Onderzoek

Information about research project 'Magenta'.

Iriz Science

A site dedicated to scientific news in the field of addiction health care.

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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts

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His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation

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Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

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For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare