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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 1:17 am
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Whenever I feel unloved or unfulfilled, I now think of this song...now it's only a matter or time to see if someone fits the lyrics for me...
Josh Groban You Are Loved (Don't Give up)Don't give up It's just the weight of the world When your heart's heavy I...I will lift it for you Don't give up Because you want to be heard If silence keeps you I...I will break it for you Everybody wants to be understood Well I can hear you Everybody wants to be loved Don't give up Because you are loved Don't give up It's just the hurt that you hide When you're lost inside I...I'll be there to find you Don't give up Because you want to burn bright If darkness blinds you I...I will shine to guide you Everybody wants to be understood Well I can hear you Everybody wants to be loved Don't give up Because you are loved You are loved Don't give up It's just the weight of the world Don't give up Every one needs to be heard You are loved
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 11:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 11:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 5:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 5:58 pm
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Xandria - Dancer She walks on the moonlit snow. She's winter-hearted, so you say, But you don't see.
She's a dancer on the glass That's broken like her past She'd never flee.
Fascination is her name.
She is dancing in the wind, Almost dancing everything, Every moment of her life. She is taking me with her, With the music in her heart. She is breaking every ice.
She is talking with the world, A far-traveled bird. Her soul's her home.
See how light are all her moves, Just follows her own rules, But she is not alone.
Fascination is her name.
She is dancing in the wind, Almost dancing everything, Every moment of her life. She is taking me with her, With the music in her heart. She is breaking every ice.
She is dancing in the wind, Almost dancing everything, Every moment of her life. She is taking me with her, With the music in her heart. She is breaking every ice In me.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 1:17 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:38 am
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Siani Meacorme Siani Meacorme Siani, Saur just introduced me to that song! Me likies. smile The music video is great biggrin
And it's kind of ridiculous how happy and up-beat the song is when the lyrics are, in fact, kind of depressing. Tis true. The music video is meh for me. I do love the little girl mouthing Grace Kelly lines though. It's cute. Those are the parts that make it great for me razz
Haha, well in that case, it works. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:50 am
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zz top-sharp dressed man
Clean shirt, new shoes and I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie, I don't need a reason why. They come runnin' just as fast as they can cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Gold watch, diamond ring, I ain't missin' not a single thing. cuff-links, stick pin when I step out I'm gonna do you in. They come a runnin' just as fast as they can cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, Top hat, And I don't worry cause my wallets fat. Black shades, white gloves, lookin' sharp, lookin' for love. They come runnin' just as fast as they can cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:10 am
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Poets of the Fall Maybe Tomorrow is A Better DayI'd stay the hand of God, but the war is on your lips How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming And I'm lost inside this darkness and I fear I won't survive I could pray and trick with a double tongue, but the only fool here's me I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free Cos I wish you'd see me, baby, save me, I'm going crazy Tryin' to keep us real, keep us alive This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception We shouldn't wait for nothing to wait for Love me in this fable, babe, my heart is in your hand Our time is waiting right outside your door And maybe tomorrow is a better day I do not deal the cards and I play a lousy hand I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand Against all this I contrast you, when all is lost the war is through Hey angel, dare the winds now we can fly This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception Why should I wait for nothing to wait for Let me love you in this fable, hold your heart in my hand Our time is waiting right outside your door And maybe tomorrow is a better day This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception Why should I wait for nothing to wait for I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you And hope that you'll come knocking on my door And maybe tomorrow is a better day I know tomorrow is a better day
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:32 pm
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I have to post this. Pink Floyd rocks my world.
Pink Floyd DogsYou gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a pat on the back. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 12:37 pm
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Quote: It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four. Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor. Hey! Just when you think you're in control, just when you think you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll, Oh here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, But here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of reserve. Now through the lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb. Hey! Just when you think you're in control, just when you think you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll, Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, but here it goes again. Oh, here it goes. Oh, here it goes. Oh, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. Oh oh Oh, here it goes. Yeah, oh here it goes again. Hey hey Oh, here it goes. All right! I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours. Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me. Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, but here it goes again. Oh, here it goes, here it goes. Oh here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, but here it goes again. Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it goes I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have known Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again.
This is all on OK GO. I listen to this song on repeat and it just peps me right up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 12:39 pm
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