<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:13:07.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quilt of stars</title><subtitle type='html'>Alex's lyrics archive.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-94471212</id><published>2003-05-16T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T16:45:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Exception"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

in a paparazzi photograph she was stepping from a car&lt;br&gt;
the tired eyes betrayed the smile of the faded singing star&lt;br&gt;
at the publisher’s reception on the launching of her book&lt;br&gt;
she told the grimy details and the toll the details took&lt;br&gt;
the tours, applause, awards of course&lt;br&gt;
but as the years went by&lt;br&gt;
those fundamental things still applied&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

oh but she thought she’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
oh yes she thought she’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
but don’t we all think we’re the exception&lt;br&gt;
sometimes, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

the workaholic millionaire and his pretty younger wife&lt;br&gt;
had everything there was out there in the ad man’s perfect life&lt;br&gt;
but she left him for the milkman and then moved into his flat&lt;br&gt;
oh, everyone said “silly girl to do a thing like that”&lt;br&gt;
the house, the cars, the credit cards – but he didn’t ask her why&lt;br&gt;
he knows that there’s some things that even cash cannot buy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

oh yes he thought he’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
oh yes he thought he’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
but don’t we all think we’re the exception&lt;br&gt;
sometimes, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

if a handout to the hungry and the homeless&lt;br&gt;
is a fiver in the fickle hand of fate&lt;br&gt;
does it mean we’ll be there on the guest list&lt;br&gt;
when we get to heaven’s gate?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;i&gt;INSTRUMENTAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

no pain no gain that’s what they’re saying and it’s hard to disagree&lt;br&gt;
but I thought somehow they weren’t including me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

oh yes I’d thought I’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
oh yes I’d thought I’d be the exception&lt;br&gt;
but don’t we all think we’re the exception&lt;br&gt;
sometimes, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

ah-ooh&lt;br&gt;
sometimes, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

ah-ooh&lt;br&gt;
sometimes, sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-94471212?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/94471212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/94471212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94471212' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-94049616</id><published>2003-05-09T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T16:30:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Ants Marching"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/h3&gt;

He wakes up in the morning&lt;br&gt;
Brush his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling&lt;br&gt;
Never changes a thing&lt;br&gt;
The week ends, the week begins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

She thinks, We look at each other&lt;br&gt;
Wondering what the other is thinking&lt;br&gt;
But we never say a thing&lt;br&gt;
And these crimes between us grow deeper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Take these chances&lt;br&gt;
Place them in a box until a quieter time&lt;br&gt;
Lights down, you up and die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Goes to visit his mommy&lt;br&gt;
She feeds him well&lt;br&gt;
His concerns, he forgets them&lt;br&gt;
He remembers being small&lt;br&gt;
Playing under the table and dreaming&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Take these chances&lt;br&gt;
Place them in a box until a quieter time&lt;br&gt;
Lights down you up and die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Driving along this highway&lt;br&gt;
All these cars and upon the sidewalk&lt;br&gt;
People in every direction&lt;br&gt;
No words exchanged, no time to exchange when&lt;br&gt;
All the little ants are marching&lt;br&gt;
Red and black antenae waving&lt;br&gt;
They all do it the same&lt;br&gt;
They all do it the same way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Candyman 'a tempting the thoughts of a&lt;br&gt;
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss&lt;br&gt;
Program cutting the corners&lt;br&gt;
Loose end, loose end cut cut&lt;br&gt;
On the fence, not to offend&lt;br&gt;
Cut cut cut cut&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Take these chances&lt;br&gt;
Place them in a box until a quieter time&lt;br&gt;
Lights down, you up and die&lt;br&gt;
Lights down, you up and die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-94049616?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/94049616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/94049616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94049616' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-91752249</id><published>2003-03-31T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T21:48:03.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Anything But Strong"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eurythmics&lt;/h3&gt;

Why do you hurt yourself?&lt;br&gt;
You do it very well&lt;br&gt;
You do it so politely&lt;br&gt;
That you couldn't even tell&lt;br&gt;
When everything has changed&lt;br&gt;
You think you're not to blame&lt;br&gt;
How come you keep on talking&lt;br&gt;
When the whole thing feels so strange?....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But seeing&lt;br&gt;
Is not the same as believing&lt;br&gt;
When everything goes wrong&lt;br&gt;
You're anything but strong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It's all bittersweet&lt;br&gt;
Outside in the street&lt;br&gt;
The grass is growing greener&lt;br&gt;
Underneath your feet&lt;br&gt;
We come and go&lt;br&gt;
The deep water flows&lt;br&gt;
Tiny leaves from smaller seeds&lt;br&gt;
To tall trees do grow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But wanting&lt;br&gt;
Is not the same thing as needing&lt;br&gt;
There's no need to pretend&lt;br&gt;
You can't turn back again&lt;br&gt;
And loving&lt;br&gt;
Is so different to keeping&lt;br&gt;
The hurting that we send&lt;br&gt;
Is so difficult to mend&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

[Hold on to the good things]&lt;br&gt;
[That keep you from falling down]&lt;br&gt;
[Hold on to the good things]&lt;br&gt;
[That keep you from falling down]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

How my heart aches&lt;br&gt;
More than I can take&lt;br&gt;
What are we really learning&lt;br&gt;
When we make the same mistakes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where is your hope?&lt;br&gt;
It’s all gone up in smoke&lt;br&gt;
You used to be so funny&lt;br&gt;
Now it's just the same old joke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And laughing&lt;br&gt;
Is so very close to crying&lt;br&gt;
When there's nothing to defend&lt;br&gt;
It gets you in the end&lt;br&gt;
And living&lt;br&gt;
Is so very close to dying&lt;br&gt;
You struggle on and on&lt;br&gt;
To find where you belong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where do you belong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-91752249?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/91752249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/91752249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91752249' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-91125219</id><published>2003-03-21T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T21:11:46.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Seven Years"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Norah Jones&lt;/h3&gt;

Spinning, laughing, dancing to&lt;br&gt;
her favorite song&lt;br&gt;
A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br&gt;
Is all alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Eyes wide open&lt;br&gt;
Always hoping for the sun&lt;br&gt;
And she'll sing her song to anyone&lt;br&gt;
that comes along&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Fragile as a leaf in autumn&lt;br&gt;
Just fallin' to the ground&lt;br&gt;
Without a sound&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Crooked little smile on her face&lt;br&gt;
Tells a tale of grace&lt;br&gt;
That's all her own&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song&lt;br&gt;
A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br&gt;
And she's all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-91125219?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/91125219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/91125219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91125219' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-89977303</id><published>2003-03-01T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T19:49:16.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"And You Thought I Was Joking"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Color Theory&lt;/h3&gt;

Penny for my thoughts&lt;br&gt;
Make a wish and toss it down&lt;br&gt;
Into the well&lt;br&gt;
But the well's run dry&lt;br&gt;
Every thought evaporates on my tongue &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Promised I'd try to show you what I feel inside&lt;br&gt;
I keep to myself&lt;br&gt;
Because there's nothing left&lt;br&gt;
Nothing really there to hide&lt;br&gt;
Or confide&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This is something I have to do&lt;br&gt;
Maybe not thought-provoking&lt;br&gt;
But it's just what I promised you&lt;br&gt;
And you thought I was joking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This is my life&lt;br&gt;
Like someone else's diary&lt;br&gt;
Edited out&lt;br&gt;
Factual and dry&lt;br&gt;
Sterilized for public view&lt;br&gt;
Nothing new&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This is something I have to do&lt;br&gt;
Maybe not thought-provoking&lt;br&gt;
But it's just what I promised you&lt;br&gt;
And you thought I was joking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Still I hold hope inside&lt;br&gt;
That someday my words will run free&lt;br&gt;
To play out my part&lt;br&gt;
In something bigger than me&lt;br&gt;
Bigger than me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This is something I have to do&lt;br&gt;
Maybe not thought-provoking&lt;br&gt;
But it's just what I promised you&lt;br&gt;
And you thought I was joking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-89977303?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89977303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89977303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89977303' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-89534440</id><published>2003-02-21T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T22:04:09.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"I Saved The World Today"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eurythmics&lt;/h3&gt;

Monday finds you like a bomb&lt;br&gt;
That’s been left ticking there too long&lt;br&gt;
You’re bleeding&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Some days there's nothing left to learn&lt;br&gt;
From the point of no return&lt;br&gt;
You're leaving&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, I saved the world today&lt;br&gt;
Everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The bad thing's gone away&lt;br&gt;
And everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The good thing’s here to stay&lt;br&gt;
Please let it stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

There’s a million mouths to feed&lt;br&gt;
And I’ve got everything I need&lt;br&gt;
I’m breathing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And there’s a hurting thing inside&lt;br&gt;
But I’ve got everything to hide&lt;br&gt;
I'm grieving&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, I saved the world today&lt;br&gt;
Everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The bad thing's gone away&lt;br&gt;
And everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The good thing’s here to stay&lt;br&gt;
Please let it stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Doo doo doo doo doo the good thing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Hey, hey, I saved the world today&lt;br&gt;
Everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The bad thing's gone away&lt;br&gt;
And everybody’s happy now&lt;br&gt;
The good thing’s here to stay&lt;br&gt;
Please let it stay&lt;br&gt;

Everybody's happy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-89534440?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89534440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89534440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89534440' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-89089897</id><published>2003-02-14T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T07:34:25.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Lazy Heart"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

I’ve got a lazy heart&lt;br&gt;
Can’t make it do a thing&lt;br&gt;
Won’t go to church on Sundays&lt;br&gt;
I’ve never heard it sing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

No matter what I do&lt;br&gt;
Can’t make my heart love you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I’ve got a lazy heart&lt;br&gt;
Sleeps when the morning comes&lt;br&gt;
Sleeps through an earthquake&lt;br&gt;
Walks and never runs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I don’t know what to say&lt;br&gt;
I’m sorry it’s that way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

My lazy heart and I&lt;br&gt;
Are hostage to the moon&lt;br&gt;
And winter’s far too long&lt;br&gt;
And summer ends too soon&lt;br&gt;
Too soon {far, far, far, far, far, far}...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

God damn my lazy heart&lt;br&gt;
It’s dumb as an ox, I know&lt;br&gt;
Won’t go to work on Mondays&lt;br&gt;
I just can’t make it go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Whatever’s to be done&lt;br&gt;
My heart cannot be won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

My lazy heart and I&lt;br&gt;
Are hostage to the moon&lt;br&gt;
And winter’s far too long&lt;br&gt;
And summer ends too soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I’m not the one to blame,&lt;br&gt;
So please don’t make me choose&lt;br&gt;
Between a living lie&lt;br&gt;
And the "I’m so sorry" blues&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Between,&lt;br&gt;
And the "I’m so sorry" blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-89089897?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89089897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/89089897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89089897' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-88848922</id><published>2003-02-10T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T07:40:57.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Medicine"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

Did you fall out of the family tree?&lt;br&gt;
Here’s a kiss to mend your knee&lt;br&gt;
Everybody needs some kind of medicine, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

How long did you think it would last&lt;br&gt;
With your sleeping pills and laughing gas?&lt;br&gt;
Everybody needs some kind of medicine, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Throwing our hats at the moon in George’s Square --&lt;br&gt;
Was that ever us?&lt;br&gt;
Climbing walls, giving names to the stars --&lt;br&gt;
Was that ever us?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But if you come home with me, I’ll&lt;br&gt;
Slap a little something in your tea&lt;br&gt;
Everybody needs some kind of medicine, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Throwing our hats at the moon in George’s Square --&lt;br&gt;
Was that ever us?&lt;br&gt;
Climbing walls, giving names to the stars --&lt;br&gt;
Was that ever us?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You’ve been hanging out in casualty&lt;br&gt;
For shooting too much mercury&lt;br&gt;
Everybody needs some kind of medicine, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Oh, and if you come home with me, I’ll&lt;br&gt;
Score for you if you score for me&lt;br&gt;
Everybody needs some kind of medicine, sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Sometimes&lt;br&gt;
Ah-Ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-88848922?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/88848922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/88848922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88848922' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-87782936</id><published>2003-01-21T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T08:32:43.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Candyfloss"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

Candyfloss&lt;br&gt;
Between my ears&lt;br&gt;
I’ve been getting this way for years&lt;br&gt;
now I’m so dumb, if I walk and chew gum&lt;br&gt;
it’s a miracle&lt;br&gt;
it’s a miracle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Candyfloss&lt;br&gt;
behind my eyes&lt;br&gt;
I see no clouds, I see blue skies&lt;br&gt;
now I’m so tame, if you ask my name&lt;br&gt;
and I don’t think twice,&lt;br&gt;
it’s a miracle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Get me out of here&lt;br&gt;
’cause I know that if I stay&lt;br&gt;
that I will melt away&lt;br&gt;
like candyfloss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This hollow heart inside of me&lt;br&gt;
you can hold it up, you can hear the sea&lt;br&gt;
and if violins can do me in&lt;br&gt;
is that a miracle? – that’s not a miracle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Get me out of here&lt;br&gt;
’cause I know that if I stay&lt;br&gt;
that I will melt away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Get me out of here&lt;br&gt;
because if you make me stay&lt;br&gt;
I know I’ll melt away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Like candyfloss&lt;br&gt;
like candyfloss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-87782936?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/87782936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/87782936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87782936' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-86991481</id><published>2003-01-05T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T22:47:48.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Obvious Child"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Paul Simon&lt;/h3&gt;

I'm accustomed to a smooth ride&lt;br&gt;
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite&lt;br&gt;
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more&lt;br&gt;
I don't expect to sleep through the night&lt;br&gt;
Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie&lt;br&gt;
But I say why&lt;br&gt;
Why deny the obvious child?&lt;br&gt;
Why deny the obvious child?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And in remembering a road sign&lt;br&gt;
I am remembering a girl when I was young&lt;br&gt;
And we said These songs are true&lt;br&gt;
These days are ours&lt;br&gt;
These tears are free&lt;br&gt;
And hey&lt;br&gt;
The cross is in the ballpark&lt;br&gt;
The cross is in the ballpark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

We had a lot of fun&lt;br&gt;
We had a lot of money&lt;br&gt;
We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny&lt;br&gt;
Sonny gets married and moves away&lt;br&gt;
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay&lt;br&gt;
Sonny gets sunnier &lt;br&gt;
Day by day by day by day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I've been waking up at sunrise&lt;br&gt;
I've been following the light across my room&lt;br&gt;
I watch the night receive the room of my day&lt;br&gt;
Some people say the sky is just the sky&lt;br&gt;
But I say&lt;br&gt;
Why deny the obvious child?&lt;br&gt;
Why deny the obvious child?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself&lt;br&gt;
How it's strange that some rooms are like cages&lt;br&gt;
Sonny's yearbook from high school&lt;br&gt;
Is down from the shelf&lt;br&gt;
And he idly thumbs through the pages&lt;br&gt;
Some have died&lt;br&gt;
Some have fled from themselves&lt;br&gt;
Or struggled from here to get there&lt;br&gt;
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls&lt;br&gt;
Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Well I'm accustomed to a smoother ride&lt;br&gt;
Maybe I'm a dog that's lost his bite&lt;br&gt;
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more&lt;br&gt;
I don't expect to sleep the night&lt;br&gt;
Some people say a lie is just a lie&lt;br&gt;
But I say the cross is in the ballpark&lt;br&gt;
Why deny the obvious child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-86991481?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86991481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86991481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86991481' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-86802392</id><published>2003-01-01T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T17:48:04.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Grace"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;U2&lt;/h3&gt;

Grace&lt;br&gt;
She takes the blame&lt;br&gt;
She covers the shame&lt;br&gt;
Removes the stain&lt;br&gt;
It could be her name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Grace&lt;br&gt;
It's a name for a girl&lt;br&gt;
It's also a thought that&lt;br&gt;
Changed the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And when she walks on the street&lt;br&gt;
You can hear the strings&lt;br&gt;
Grace finds goodness&lt;br&gt;
In everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Grace&lt;br&gt;
She's got the walk&lt;br&gt;
Not on a ramp or on chalk&lt;br&gt;
She's got the time to talk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

She travels outside&lt;br&gt;
Of karma, karma&lt;br&gt;
She travels outside&lt;br&gt;
Of karma&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

When she goes to work&lt;br&gt;
You can hear the strings&lt;br&gt;
Grace finds beauty&lt;br&gt;
In everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Grace&lt;br&gt;
She carries a world on her hips&lt;br&gt;
No champagne flute for her lips&lt;br&gt;
No twirls or skips&lt;br&gt;
Between her fingertips&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

She carries a pearl&lt;br&gt;
In perfect condition&lt;br&gt;
What once was hurt&lt;br&gt;
What once was friction&lt;br&gt;
What left a mark&lt;br&gt;
No longer stains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Because grace makes beauty&lt;br&gt;
Out of ugly things&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Grace finds beauty&lt;br&gt;
In everything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Grace finds goodness&lt;br&gt;
In everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-86802392?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86802392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86802392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86802392' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-86723872</id><published>2002-12-30T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T21:05:00.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"That's Just What You Are"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aimee Mann&lt;/h3&gt;

In our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eye&lt;br&gt;
No guts to sever so forever may we wave goodbye&lt;br&gt;
And you're always telling me that it's my turn to move&lt;br&gt;
When I wonder what could make the needle jump the groove&lt;br&gt;
I won't fall for the oldest trick in the book&lt;br&gt;
So don't sit there and think you're off of the hook&lt;br&gt;
By saying there is no use changing 'cause&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Acting steady always ready to defend your fears&lt;br&gt;
What's the matter with the truth, did I offend your ears&lt;br&gt;
By suggesting that a change might be a thing to try&lt;br&gt;
Like it would kill you just to try and be a nicer guy&lt;br&gt;
It's not like you would lose some critical piece&lt;br&gt;
If somehow you moved point A to point B&lt;br&gt;
Maintaining there is no point changing 'cause&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Now I could talk to you till I'm blue in the face&lt;br&gt;
But we still would arrive at the very same place&lt;br&gt;
With you running around and me out of the race&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

So maybe you're right, nobody can take&lt;br&gt;
Something older than time and hope you could make&lt;br&gt;
It better, that would be a mistake&lt;br&gt;
So take it just so far&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

'Cause that's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Acting steady always ready to defend your fears&lt;br&gt;
What's the matter with the truth, did I offend your ears&lt;br&gt;
You're like a sleepwalking man, it's a danger to wake you&lt;br&gt;
Even when it is apparent where your actions will take you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
And that's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;br&gt;
That's just what you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-86723872?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86723872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86723872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86723872' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-86572003</id><published>2002-12-26T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T21:35:04.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Strangers In A Car&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Marc Cohn&lt;/h3&gt;


There's a stranger in a car&lt;br&gt;
Driving down your street&lt;br&gt;
Acts like he knows who you are&lt;br&gt;
Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says&lt;br&gt;
Are you gonna get in&lt;br&gt;
Or are you gonna stay out?&lt;br&gt;
Just a stranger in a car&lt;br&gt;
Might be the one they told you about&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Well you never were one for cautiousness&lt;br&gt;
You open the door&lt;br&gt;
He gives you a tender kiss&lt;br&gt;
And you can't even hear them no more --&lt;br&gt;
All the voices of choices&lt;br&gt;
Now only one road remains&lt;br&gt;
And strangers in a car&lt;br&gt;
Two hearts&lt;br&gt;
Two souls&lt;br&gt;
Tonight&lt;br&gt;
Two lanes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You don't know where you're goin'&lt;br&gt;
You don't know what you're doin'&lt;br&gt;
Hell it might be the highway to heaven&lt;br&gt;
And it might be the road to ruin&lt;br&gt;
But this is a song&lt;br&gt;
For strangers in a car&lt;br&gt;
Baby maybe that's all&lt;br&gt;
We really are&lt;br&gt;
Strangers in a car&lt;br&gt;
(Driving down your street)&lt;br&gt;
Just strangers in a car&lt;br&gt;
(Driving down your street)&lt;br&gt;
Strangers in a car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-86572003?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86572003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/86572003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86572003' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-85963916</id><published>2002-12-13T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T15:48:55.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Downtown Lights"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Blue Nile&lt;/h3&gt;

Sometimes I walk away&lt;br&gt;
When all I really wanna do&lt;br&gt;
Is love and hold you right&lt;br&gt;
There is just one thing I can say&lt;br&gt;
Nobody loves you this way&lt;br&gt;
It's all right&lt;br&gt;
Can't you see?&lt;br&gt;
The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

In love we're all the same&lt;br&gt;
We're walking down an empty street&lt;br&gt;
And with nobody, calling on me&lt;br&gt;
Empty streets, empty nights&lt;br&gt;
The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know it's true?&lt;br&gt;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's all right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Tonight and every night&lt;br&gt;
Let's go walking down this empty street&lt;br&gt;
Let's walk in the cool evening light&lt;br&gt;
Wrong or right&lt;br&gt;
Be at my side&lt;br&gt;
The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It will be all right&lt;br&gt;
It will be all right&lt;br&gt;
The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;
Yeah, yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know it's true?&lt;br&gt;
It's all right&lt;br&gt;
It's all right&lt;br&gt;
The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know you feel it?&lt;br&gt;
How do I know it's true?&lt;br&gt;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the downtown lights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The neons and the cigarettes&lt;br&gt;
The rented rooms, the rented cars&lt;br&gt;
The crowded streets, the empty bars&lt;br&gt;
The chimney tops, the trumpets&lt;br&gt;
The golden lights, the loving prayers&lt;br&gt;
The coloured shoes, the empty trains&lt;br&gt;
I'm tired of crying on the stairs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The downtown lights&lt;br&gt;
Yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-85963916?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/85963916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/85963916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85963916' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-85339055</id><published>2002-12-01T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T13:08:35.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Let's Go Out Tonight"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Blue Nile&lt;/h3&gt;

Where the cars go by&lt;br&gt;
All the day and night&lt;br&gt;
Why don't you say&lt;br&gt;
What's so wrong tonight&lt;br&gt;
Pray for me&lt;br&gt;
Praying for the light&lt;br&gt;
Baby, baby, let's go out tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where the lights all shine&lt;br&gt;
Like I knew they would&lt;br&gt;
Be mine all mine&lt;br&gt;
Baby, I'll be good&lt;br&gt;
Pray for me&lt;br&gt;
Praying for the light&lt;br&gt;
Baby, baby, let's go out tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I know a place&lt;br&gt;
Where everything's all right, all right&lt;br&gt;
Let's go out tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where the cars go by&lt;br&gt;
All the day and night&lt;br&gt;
Why don't you say&lt;br&gt;
What's so wrong tonight&lt;br&gt;
I pray for love&lt;br&gt;
Coming out alright, yeah&lt;br&gt;
Baby, baby, let's go out tonight, yeah&lt;br&gt;
Baby, baby, be my baby&lt;br&gt;
Let's go out tonight&lt;br&gt;
Tonight, tonight, yeah, tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-85339055?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/85339055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/85339055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85339055' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-84383268</id><published>2002-11-11T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T16:19:38.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Darkhouse"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

the moon flies past the darkhouse&lt;br&gt;
shines a light in&lt;br&gt;
she is in a corner, cornered&lt;br&gt;
and the dust fills everything&lt;br&gt;
she thought she needed saving&lt;br&gt;
by the prince of hopelessness&lt;br&gt;
she dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade&lt;br&gt;
and she’s nowhere near it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

the moon flies past the darkhouse&lt;br&gt;
throws a light in&lt;br&gt;
he left on the ten-fifteen&lt;br&gt;
while the kids were sleeping&lt;br&gt;
oh his talk so sweet&lt;br&gt;
and she’s a sugar junkie&lt;br&gt;
St Francis and the jewel thief&lt;br&gt;
living in the dark in the darkhouse&lt;br&gt;
St Francis and the jewel thief&lt;br&gt;
living in the dark in the darkhouse&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

is that the price&lt;br&gt;
crawling to paradise&lt;br&gt;
all the way, all the way&lt;br&gt;
on your knees, on your knees&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

a car flies past the darkhouse&lt;br&gt;
throws a light in&lt;br&gt;
from here she sees the corner&lt;br&gt;
where he left her crying&lt;br&gt;
she thought she needed saving&lt;br&gt;
by the prince of hopelessness&lt;br&gt;
he dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade&lt;br&gt;
she was nowhere near it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

yeah, yeah, yeah, crawling to paradise&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, on your knees&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees&lt;br&gt;
{yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees}&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

don’t talk about l-l-l-l-life&lt;br&gt;
don’t talk about li-ee-ife&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br&gt;

his talk so sweet&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br&gt;
his talk so sweet&lt;br&gt;
yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-84383268?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/84383268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/84383268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84383268' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-83576149</id><published>2002-10-26T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T21:33:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Imagine"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp;John Lennon&lt;/h3&gt;

Imagine there's no heaven,&lt;br&gt;
It's easy if you try,&lt;br&gt;
No hell below us,&lt;br&gt;
Above us only sky,&lt;br&gt;
Imagine all the people&lt;br&gt;
living for today...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Imagine there's no countries,&lt;br&gt;
It isn't hard to do,&lt;br&gt;
Nothing to kill or die for,&lt;br&gt;
And no religion too,&lt;br&gt;
Imagine all the people&lt;br&gt;
living life in peace...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You may say I'm a dreamer,&lt;br&gt;
but I'm not the only one,&lt;br&gt;
I hope some day you'll join us,&lt;br&gt;
And the world will live as one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Imagine no possesions,&lt;br&gt;
I wonder if you can,&lt;br&gt;
No need for greed or hunger,&lt;br&gt;
A brotherhood of man,&lt;br&gt;
Imagine all the people&lt;br&gt;
Sharing all the world...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You may say I'm a dreamer,&lt;br&gt;
but I'm not the only one,&lt;br&gt;
I hope some day you'll join us,&lt;br&gt;
And the world will live as one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-83576149?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/83576149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/83576149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83576149' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-83199414</id><published>2002-10-18T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T22:38:28.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Prayer Wheel&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;

You don’t seem too glad to see me&lt;br&gt;
Is it a bad time?&lt;br&gt;
Is there somewhere you’d rather be?&lt;br&gt;
Well, it’s about time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;
Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;
Don’t let me slip out of your mind&lt;br&gt;
Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You’ll see me later?&lt;br&gt;
Oh, that’s a good one&lt;br&gt;
How about in the next life?&lt;br&gt;
Well, that’s the best one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;
Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;
Don’t let me slip out of your mind&lt;br&gt;
Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It’s happening again&lt;br&gt;
It's unresolving&lt;br&gt;
It’s happening again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I could live your life&lt;br&gt;
And dream of wires&lt;br&gt;
Or, I could live my life&lt;br&gt;
Among the angels and electricity&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;
Don’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;
You won’t forget about me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;
Don’t let me slip out of your mind&lt;br&gt;
Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;
Don’t let me slip out of your mind&lt;br&gt;
Spin a prayer wheel for me sometimes&lt;br&gt;

Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-83199414?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/83199414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/83199414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83199414' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-82161862</id><published>2002-09-26T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T15:48:07.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Closer To Fine"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Indigo Girls&lt;/h3&gt;



I'm trying to tell you something about my life&lt;br&gt;
Maybe give me insight between black and white&lt;br&gt;
The best thing you've ever done for me&lt;br&gt;
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all&lt;br&gt;
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable&lt;br&gt;
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear&lt;br&gt;
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket&lt;br&gt;
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I'm crawling on your shore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains&lt;br&gt;
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain&lt;br&gt;
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me
    in crooked line&lt;br&gt;
The less I seek my source for some definitive&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I went to see the doctor of philosophy&lt;br&gt;
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee&lt;br&gt;
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie&lt;br&gt;
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me&lt;br&gt;
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper&lt;br&gt;
And I was free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains&lt;br&gt;
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain&lt;br&gt;
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me
    in crooked line&lt;br&gt;
The less I seek my source for some definitive&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.&lt;br&gt;
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend&lt;br&gt;
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board&lt;br&gt;
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before&lt;br&gt;
I went in seeking clarity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains&lt;br&gt;
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain&lt;br&gt;
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me
    in crooked line&lt;br&gt;
The less I seek my source for some definitive&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains&lt;br&gt;
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain&lt;br&gt;
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me
    in crooked line&lt;br&gt;
The less I seek my source for some definitive&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

We go to the bible, we go through the workout&lt;br&gt;
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout&lt;br&gt;
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me
    in a crooked line&lt;br&gt;
The less I seek my source for some definitive&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine&lt;br&gt;
The closer I am to fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-82161862?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/82161862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/82161862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82161862' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-81920532</id><published>2002-09-21T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T13:29:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Roll With It"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ani Difranco&lt;/h3&gt;

she says my ass hurts&lt;br&gt;
when i sit down&lt;br&gt;
she says my feet hurt&lt;br&gt;
from just standing around&lt;br&gt;
i think my body&lt;br&gt;
is as restless as my mind&lt;br&gt;
and i don't know if i can roll with it&lt;br&gt;
this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

she packed his uniforms&lt;br&gt;
and drove him to the base&lt;br&gt;
she was crying all the way&lt;br&gt;
the world looked her in the face&lt;br&gt;
and said&lt;br&gt;
roll with it, baby&lt;br&gt;
make it your career&lt;br&gt;
keep the home fires burning&lt;br&gt;
till america is in the clear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

the mainstream is so polluted with lies&lt;br&gt;
once you get wet, it's so hard to get dry&lt;br&gt;
we're all taught how to justify&lt;br&gt;
history&lt;br&gt;
as it passes by&lt;br&gt;
and it's your world&lt;br&gt;
that comes crashing down&lt;br&gt;
when the big boys decide&lt;br&gt;
to throw their weight around&lt;br&gt;
but just roll with it baby&lt;br&gt;
make it your career&lt;br&gt;
keep the home fires burning&lt;br&gt;
till america is in the clear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

what if the enemy&lt;br&gt;
isn't in a distant land&lt;br&gt;
what if the enemy lies behind&lt;br&gt;
the voice of command&lt;br&gt;
the sound of war&lt;br&gt;
is a child's cry&lt;br&gt;
behind tinted windows,&lt;br&gt;
they just drive by&lt;br&gt;
all i know is that those&lt;br&gt;
who are going to be killed&lt;br&gt;
aren't those who preside&lt;br&gt;
on capitol hill&lt;br&gt;

i told him,&lt;br&gt;
don't fill the front lines&lt;br&gt;
of their war&lt;br&gt;
those assholes aren't worth dying for&lt;br&gt;
but he said&lt;br&gt;
roll with it, baby&lt;br&gt;
make it your career&lt;br&gt;
keep the home fires burning&lt;br&gt;
till america is in the clear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

she says my ass hurts&lt;br&gt;
when i sit down&lt;br&gt;
she says my feet hurt&lt;br&gt;
from just standing around&lt;br&gt;
i think my body is as restless as my mind&lt;br&gt;
and i'm not gonna roll with it this time&lt;br&gt;
no, i'm not gonna roll with it this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-81920532?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81920532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81920532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81920532' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-81576217</id><published>2002-09-13T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T19:38:08.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Both Hands"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ani Difranco&lt;/h3&gt;

i am walking&lt;br&gt;
out in the rain&lt;br&gt;
and i am listening to the low moan&lt;br&gt;
of the dial tone again&lt;br&gt;
and i am getting&lt;br&gt;
nowhere with you&lt;br&gt;
and i can't let it go&lt;br&gt;
and i can't get through...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

the old woman behind the pink curtains&lt;br&gt;
and the closed door&lt;br&gt;
on the first floor&lt;br&gt;
she's listening through the air shaft&lt;br&gt;
to see how long our swan song can last&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

and both hands&lt;br&gt;
now use both hands&lt;br&gt;
oh, no don't close your eyes&lt;br&gt;
i am writing&lt;br&gt;
graffiti on your body&lt;br&gt;
i am drawing the story of&lt;br&gt;
how hard we tried&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i am watching your chest rise and fall&lt;br&gt;
like the tides of my life,&lt;br&gt;
and the rest of it all&lt;br&gt;
and your bones have been my bedframe&lt;br&gt;
and your flesh has been my pillow&lt;br&gt;
i am waiting for sleep&lt;br&gt;
to offer up the deep&lt;br&gt;
with both hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall&lt;br&gt;
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all&lt;br&gt;
and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall&lt;br&gt;
and when we leave the landlord will come&lt;br&gt;
and paint over it all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

and i am walking&lt;br&gt;
out in the rain&lt;br&gt;
and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again&lt;br&gt;
and i am getting nowhere with you&lt;br&gt;
and i can't let it go&lt;br&gt;
and i can't get through&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

so now use both hands&lt;br&gt;
please use both hands&lt;br&gt;
oh, no don't close your eyes&lt;br&gt;
i am writing graffiti on your body&lt;br&gt;
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried&lt;br&gt;
hard we tried&lt;br&gt;
how hard we tried
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-81576217?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81576217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81576217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81576217' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-81575772</id><published>2002-09-13T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T19:30:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Talk To Me Now"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ani Difranco&lt;/h3&gt;

he said ani, you've gotten tough&lt;br&gt;
'cause my tone was curt&lt;br&gt;
yeah, and when I'm approached in a dark alley&lt;br&gt;
I don't lift my skirt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

in this city&lt;br&gt;
self-preservation&lt;br&gt;
is a full time occupation&lt;br&gt;
I'm determined&lt;br&gt;
to survive on this shore&lt;br&gt;
you know I don't&lt;br&gt;
avert my eyes anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

in a man's world&lt;br&gt;
I am a woman by birth&lt;br&gt;
and after nineteen times around I have found&lt;br&gt;
they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth&lt;br&gt;
talk to me now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I played the powerless&lt;br&gt;
in too many dark scenes&lt;br&gt;
and I was blessed with a birth and a death&lt;br&gt;
and I guess I just want some say in between&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

don't you understand&lt;br&gt;
in the day to day&lt;br&gt;
and the face to face&lt;br&gt;
I have to act&lt;br&gt;
just as strong as I can&lt;br&gt;
just to preserve a place&lt;br&gt;
where I can be who I am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

so if you still know how&lt;br&gt;
talk to me now&lt;br&gt;

he said ani, you've gotten tough&lt;br&gt;
'cause my tone was curt&lt;br&gt;
yeah, and when I'm approached in a dark alley&lt;br&gt;
I don't lift my skirt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

in this city&lt;br&gt;
self-preservation&lt;br&gt;
is a full time occupation&lt;br&gt;
I'm determined&lt;br&gt;
to survive on this shore&lt;br&gt;
you know I don't&lt;br&gt;
avert my eyes anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

in a man's world&lt;br&gt;
I am a woman by birth&lt;br&gt;
and after nineteen times around I have found&lt;br&gt;
they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth&lt;br&gt;
talk to me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-81575772?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81575772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/81575772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81575772' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-77052714</id><published>2002-05-28T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T00:34:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"When I Was Dreaming"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tori Amos&lt;/h3&gt;

when i was dreaming&lt;br&gt;
fight, i could fight with the best&lt;br&gt;
and i never was on the fence&lt;br&gt;
laugh, i could laugh when i heard the guitar&lt;br&gt;
of the circus man&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

when i was dreaming&lt;br&gt;
it seemed my world went away&lt;br&gt;
as you were leaving i could see&lt;br&gt;
that i couldn't find what i used to in your eyes&lt;br&gt;
isn't it time, yeah&lt;br&gt;
maybe it's time, yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

when i was dreaming&lt;br&gt;
it seemed my world went away&lt;br&gt;
as you were leaving i could see&lt;br&gt;
that i couldn't find what i used to in your eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

when i was dreaming, it seemed my world went away&lt;br&gt;
as you were leaving, i could see&lt;br&gt;
that you couldn't find what you used to in my eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

when i was dreaming, ooh yeah&lt;br&gt;
when i was dreaming, ooh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-77052714?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77052714' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-77052600</id><published>2002-05-28T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T00:29:33.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Where Are You Going"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/h3&gt;

Where are you going?&lt;br&gt;
With the long face pulling down, don’t hide away&lt;br&gt;
Like an ocean, which you can’t see but you can&lt;br&gt;
Smell and the sounds of waves crash down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I am no Superman &lt;br&gt;
I have no reasons for you&lt;br&gt;
I am no hero, oh, that’s for sure&lt;br&gt;
But I do know one thing&lt;br&gt;
It’s where you are, its where I belong&lt;br&gt;
I do know where you go, is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where are you going?&lt;br&gt;
Where do you go?&lt;br&gt;
Are you looking for answers&lt;br&gt;
To questions under the stars&lt;br&gt;
If along the way&lt;br&gt;
You are growing weary&lt;br&gt;
You can rest with me until a brighter day.&lt;br&gt;
You're ok&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I am no Superman &lt;br&gt;
I have no answers for you&lt;br&gt;
I am no hero, oh, thats for sure&lt;br&gt;
But I do know one thing&lt;br&gt;
Where you are, is where I belong&lt;br&gt;
I do know where you go is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where are you going?&lt;br&gt;
Where do you go?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where do you go?&lt;br&gt;
Where are you going?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Where do you go?&lt;br&gt;
I am no superman&lt;br&gt;
I have no answers for you&lt;br&gt;
I am no hero, oh, that's for sure&lt;br&gt;
But I do know one thing&lt;br&gt;
Where you are is where I belong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I do know where you go is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;
Where are you going?&lt;br&gt;
Where do you go?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Then where are you going?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Well, let's go.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-77052600?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77052600' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-77052490</id><published>2002-05-28T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T00:25:55.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Secret World"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Peter Gabriel&lt;/h3&gt;

I stood in this sunsheltered place&lt;br&gt;
'Til I could see the face behind the face&lt;br&gt;
All that had gone before had left no trace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Down by the railway siding&lt;br&gt;
In our secret world, we were colliding&lt;br&gt;
All the places we were hiding love&lt;br&gt;
What was it we were thinking of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

So I watch you wash your hair&lt;br&gt;
Underwater, unaware&lt;br&gt;
And the plane flies through the air&lt;br&gt;
Did you think you didn't have to choose it&lt;br&gt;
That I alone could win or lose it&lt;br&gt;
In all the places we were hiding love&lt;br&gt;
What was it we were thinking of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

In this house of make believe&lt;br&gt;
Divided in two, like Adam and Eve&lt;br&gt;
You put out and I recieve&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Down by the railway siding&lt;br&gt;
In our secret world, we were colliding&lt;br&gt;
In all the places we were hiding love&lt;br&gt;
What was it we were thinking of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Oh the wheel is turning spinning round and round&lt;br&gt;
And the house is crubling but the stairways stand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame&lt;br&gt;
Whatever it is, we are all the same&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Making it up in our secret world&lt;br&gt;
Making it up in our secret world&lt;br&gt;
Making it up in our secret world&lt;br&gt;
Shaking it up&lt;br&gt;
Breaking it up&lt;br&gt;
Making it up in our secret world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Seeing things that were not there&lt;br&gt;
On a wing on a prayer&lt;br&gt;
In this state of disrepair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Down by the railway siding&lt;br&gt;
In our secret world, we were colliding&lt;br&gt;
In all the places we were hiding love&lt;br&gt;
What was it we were thinking of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Shh, listen...
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-77052490?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/77052490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77052490' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-76941269</id><published>2002-05-24T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T18:10:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Wanting Kind"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eddi Reader&lt;/h3&gt;


Standing by the wishing well&lt;br&gt;
Make a wish and then rewind&lt;br&gt;
Fingers crossed behind your back&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;
Here is the perfect life&lt;br&gt;
Just like the one you designed&lt;br&gt;
But you only see the flaws&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
There's still something on your mind&lt;br&gt;
Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Make a deal with the devil&lt;br&gt;
The ink is wet, it's all been signed&lt;br&gt;
But you'll be looking over your shoulder&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;
It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br&gt;
Cynical or unrefined&lt;br&gt;
You'll be digging in the back of the drawer&lt;br&gt;
For all the ones you left behind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
There's still something on your mind&lt;br&gt;
Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;
What does it take to make you happy&lt;br&gt;
What does it take to make you happy&lt;br&gt;


You've been looking all your life&lt;br&gt;
There must be something you can find&lt;br&gt;
Funny thing is you've found yourself&lt;br&gt;
Just another wanting kind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
There's still something on your mind&lt;br&gt;
Even when you're making love&lt;br&gt;
When you're the wanting kind&lt;br&gt;
What does it take to make you happy&lt;br&gt;
What does it take to make you happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-76941269?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76941269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76941269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76941269' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-76202963</id><published>2002-05-05T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T20:57:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Do You Hear The People Sing"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt;, Act One&lt;/h3&gt;
         
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ENJOLRAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Do you hear the people sing?&lt;br&gt;
Singing a song of angry men?&lt;br&gt;
It is the music of a people&lt;br&gt;
Who will not be slaves again!&lt;br&gt;
When the beating of your heart&lt;br&gt;
Echoes the beating of the drums&lt;br&gt;
There is a life about to start&lt;br&gt;
When tomorrow comes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMBEFERRE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Will you join in our crusade?&lt;br&gt;
Who will be strong and stand with me?&lt;br&gt;
Beyond the barricade&lt;br&gt;
Is there a world you long to see?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COURFEYRAC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Then join in the fight&lt;br&gt;
That will give you the right to be free!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Do you hear the people sing?&lt;br&gt;
Singing a song of angry men?&lt;br&gt;
It is the music of a people&lt;br&gt;
Who will not be slaves again!&lt;br&gt;
When the beating of your heart&lt;br&gt;
Echoes the beating of the drums&lt;br&gt;
There is a life about to start&lt;br&gt;
When tomorrow comes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEUILLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Will you give all you can give&lt;br&gt;
So that our banner may advance&lt;br&gt;
Some will fall and some will live&lt;br&gt;
Will you stand up and take your chance?&lt;br&gt;
The blood of the martyrs&lt;br&gt;
Will water the meadows of France!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Do you hear the people sing?&lt;br&gt;
Singing a song of angry men?&lt;br&gt;
It is the music of a people&lt;br&gt;
Who will not be slaves again!&lt;br&gt;
When the beating of your heart&lt;br&gt;
Echoes the beating of the drums&lt;br&gt;
There is a life about to start&lt;br&gt;
When tomorrow comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-76202963?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76202963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76202963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76202963' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-76202734</id><published>2002-05-05T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T20:54:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Stars"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt;, Act One&lt;/h3&gt;

          
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;JAVERT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
There, out in the darkness&lt;br&gt;
A fugitive running&lt;br&gt;
Fallen from grace&lt;br&gt;
Fallen from grace&lt;br&gt;
God be my witness&lt;br&gt;
I never shall yield&lt;br&gt;
Till we come face to face&lt;br&gt;
Till we come face to face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

He knows his way in the dark&lt;br&gt;
Mine is the way of the Lord&lt;br&gt;
And those who follow the path of the righteous&lt;br&gt;
Shall have their reward&lt;br&gt;
And if they fall&lt;br&gt;
As Lucifer fell&lt;br&gt;
The flame&lt;br&gt;
The sword!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Stars&lt;br&gt;
In your multitudes&lt;br&gt;
Scarce to be counted&lt;br&gt;
Filling the darkness&lt;br&gt;
With order and light&lt;br&gt;
You are the sentinels&lt;br&gt;
Silent and sure&lt;br&gt;
Keeping watch in the night&lt;br&gt;
Keeping watch in the night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You know your place in the sky&lt;br&gt;
You hold your course and your aim&lt;br&gt;
And each in your season&lt;br&gt;
Returns and returns&lt;br&gt;
And is always the same&lt;br&gt;
And if you fall as Lucifer fell&lt;br&gt;
You fall in flame!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And so it has been and so it is written&lt;br&gt;
On the doorway to paradise&lt;br&gt;
That those who falter and those who fall&lt;br&gt;
Must pay the price!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Lord let me find him&lt;br&gt;
That I may see him&lt;br&gt;
Safe behind bars&lt;br&gt;
I will never rest&lt;br&gt;
Till then&lt;br&gt;
This I swear&lt;br&gt;
This I swear by the stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-76202734?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76202734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/76202734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76202734' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-75903212</id><published>2002-04-27T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T15:46:00.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Baby Seat"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Barenaked Ladies&lt;/h3&gt;

You left Billy with the kid&lt;br&gt;
And all the selfless things you did with Billy&lt;br&gt;
You left your home town in the spring&lt;br&gt;
And turned your back on everything&lt;br&gt;
You thought your life would just go by&lt;br&gt;
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But you can't live your life in the baby seat&lt;br&gt;
You've got to stand on your own&lt;br&gt;
Don't admit defeat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

He came down from his retreat&lt;br&gt;
She saw him later on the street&lt;br&gt;
He said "You are the only one&lt;br&gt;
to recognize that I'm the son"&lt;br&gt;
So she bent down and kissed his feet&lt;br&gt;
And then that night, between the sheets she told him&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You can't live your life in the baby seat&lt;br&gt;
You've got to stand on your own&lt;br&gt;
Don't admit defeat&lt;br&gt;
You can't live your life in the baby seat&lt;br&gt;
You've got to stand on your own&lt;br&gt;
Don't admit defeat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

40 days at sea&lt;br&gt;
Then she turned and said to me&lt;br&gt;
"If we make it back&lt;br&gt;
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac&lt;br&gt;
And all that romantic crap&lt;br&gt;
Like I'm an artist don't look back"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Now we're living somewhere else&lt;br&gt;
We keep opinions to ourselves&lt;br&gt;
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven&lt;br&gt;
When the working week defeats us&lt;br&gt;
If you think growing up is tough&lt;br&gt;
Then you've just not grown enough, baby&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You can't live your life in the baby seat&lt;br&gt;
You've got to stand on your own&lt;br&gt;
Don't admit defeat&lt;br&gt;
You can't live your life in the baby seat&lt;br&gt;
You've got to stand on your own&lt;br&gt;
Don't admit defeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-75903212?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75903212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75903212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75903212' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-75903147</id><published>2002-04-27T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T15:43:23.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Mother"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tori Amos&lt;/h3&gt;


Go go go go now&lt;br&gt;
Out of the nest it's time&lt;br&gt;
Go go go now &lt;br&gt;
Circus girl without a safety net &lt;br&gt;
Here here here now don't cry &lt;br&gt;
You raised your hand for the assignment &lt;br&gt;
Tuck those ribbons under your helmet &lt;br&gt;
Be a good soldier &lt;br&gt;
First my left foot then my right behind the OTHER&lt;br&gt;
Pantyhose running in the cold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Mother the car is here&lt;br&gt;
Somebody leave the light on &lt;br&gt;
Green limosine for the redhead DANCING dancing girl &lt;br&gt;
And when I dance for him &lt;br&gt;
Somebody leave the light on &lt;br&gt;
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I walked into your dream &lt;br&gt;
And now I've forgotten how to dream my own dream&lt;br&gt;
You are the CLEVER one aren't you &lt;br&gt;
Brides in veils for you&lt;br&gt;
We told you all of our secrets&lt;br&gt;
All but one&lt;br&gt;
And don't you even try&lt;br&gt;
The phone has been disconnected &lt;br&gt;
Dripping with blood and with time and with your advice&lt;br&gt;
Poison me against the MOON&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Mother the car is here&lt;br&gt;
Somebody leave the light on &lt;br&gt;
Black chariot for the redhead DANCING dancing girl &lt;br&gt;
He's gonna change my name&lt;br&gt;
Maybe you'll leave the light on &lt;br&gt;
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I escape into your escape into our very favorite fearscape&lt;br&gt;
It's across the sky and across my heart and I cross my legs oh my god &lt;br&gt;
First my left foot then my right behind the other&lt;br&gt;
Breadcrumbs lost under the snow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Oo who mother&lt;br&gt;
Oo mother the car is here&lt;br&gt;
Maybe maybe you'll leave the light on for the for the for the dancing girl&lt;br&gt;
He's gonna change my name&lt;br&gt;
Maybe you'll leave the light&lt;br&gt;
Just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come come from &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Mother mother mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-75903147?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75903147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75903147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75903147' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-75593829</id><published>2002-04-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T13:50:57.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"17 Again"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eurythmics&lt;/h3&gt;

Yea though we venture through&lt;br&gt;
The Valley of the stars&lt;br&gt;
You and all your jewelry&lt;br&gt;
And my bleeding heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Who couldn't be together&lt;br&gt;
And who could not be apart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

We should’ve jumped out&lt;br&gt;
Of that airplane after all&lt;br&gt;
Flying skyways overhead&lt;br&gt;
It wasn’t hard to fall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And I had so many crashes&lt;br&gt;
That I couldn't feel&lt;br&gt;
At all...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And it feels like&lt;br&gt;
I’m seventeen again&lt;br&gt;
Feels like I’m seventeen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Times might break you&lt;br&gt;
God forsake you&lt;br&gt;
Leave you burned and bruised&lt;br&gt;
Innocence will teach you&lt;br&gt;
What it feels like to be used&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Thought that you’d done everything&lt;br&gt;
You didn’t have a clue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And it feels like&lt;br&gt;
I’m seventeen again&lt;br&gt;
Feels like I’m seventeen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Looking from the outside in&lt;br&gt;
Some things never change&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Hey hey I'm a million miles away&lt;br&gt;
Funny how it seems like yesterday ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

All those fake celebrities&lt;br&gt;
And all those viscous queens&lt;br&gt;
All the stupid papers&lt;br&gt;
And the stupid magazines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Sweet dreams are made of anything&lt;br&gt;
That gets you in the scene&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And it feels like&lt;br&gt;
I’m seventeen again&lt;br&gt;
Feels like I’m seventeen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br&gt;
Who am I to disagree&lt;br&gt;
I travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br&gt;
Everybody's looking for something&lt;br&gt;
Yea
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-75593829?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75593829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75593829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75593829' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-75398525</id><published>2002-04-14T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T16:24:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Why"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Annie Lennox&lt;/h3&gt;

How many times do I have to try to tell you&lt;br&gt;
That I'm sorry for the things I've done&lt;br&gt;
But when I start to try to tell you&lt;br&gt;
That's when you have to tell me&lt;br&gt;
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun&lt;br&gt;
I tell myself too many times&lt;br&gt;
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut&lt;br&gt;
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words&lt;br&gt;
That keep on falling from your mouth&lt;br&gt;
Falling from your mouth&lt;br&gt;
Falling from your mouth&lt;br&gt;
Tell me...&lt;br&gt;
Why&lt;br&gt;
Why&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I may be mad&lt;br&gt;
I may be blind&lt;br&gt;
I may be viciously unkind&lt;br&gt;
But I can still read what you're thinking&lt;br&gt;
And I've heard is said too many times&lt;br&gt;
That you'd be better off&lt;br&gt;
Besides...&lt;br&gt;
Why can't you see this boat is sinking&lt;br&gt;
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)&lt;br&gt;
Let's go down to the water's edge&lt;br&gt;
And we can cast away those doubts&lt;br&gt;
Some things are better left unsaid&lt;br&gt;
But they still turn me inside out&lt;br&gt;
Turning inside out turning inside out&lt;br&gt;
Tell me...&lt;br&gt;
Why&lt;br&gt;
Tell me...&lt;br&gt;
Why&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

This is the book I never read&lt;br&gt;
These are the words I never said&lt;br&gt;
This is the path I'll never tread&lt;br&gt;
These are the dreams I'll dream instead&lt;br&gt;
This is the joy that's seldom spread&lt;br&gt;
These are the tears...&lt;br&gt;
The tears we shed&lt;br&gt;
This is the fear&lt;br&gt;
This is the dread&lt;br&gt;
These are the contents of my head&lt;br&gt;
And these are the years that we have spent&lt;br&gt;
And this is what they represent&lt;br&gt;
And this is how I feel&lt;br&gt;
Do you know how I feel?&lt;br&gt;
'cause i don't think you know how I feel&lt;br&gt;
I don't think you know what I feel&lt;br&gt;
I don't think you know what I feel&lt;br&gt;
You don't know what I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-75398525?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75398525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75398525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75398525' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-75349663</id><published>2002-04-12T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T22:55:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"You Can Call Me Al"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Paul Simon&lt;/h3&gt;

A man walks down the street&lt;br&gt;
He says why am I soft in the middle now&lt;br&gt;
Why am I soft in the middle&lt;br&gt;
The rest of my life is so hard&lt;br&gt;
I need a photo opportunity&lt;br&gt;
I want a shot at redemption&lt;br&gt;
Don’t want to end up a cartoon&lt;br&gt;
In a cartoon graveyard&lt;br&gt;
Bone-digger, bone-digger&lt;br&gt;
Dogs in the moonlight&lt;br&gt;
Far away my well-lit door&lt;br&gt;
Mr. Beerbelly, beerbelly&lt;br&gt;
Get these mutts away from me&lt;br&gt;
You know I don’t find this stuff&lt;br&gt;
Amusing anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

If you’ll be my bodyguard&lt;br&gt;
I can be your long lost pal&lt;br&gt;
I can call you Betty&lt;br&gt;
And Betty when you call me&lt;br&gt;
You can call me Al&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A man walks down the street&lt;br&gt;
He says why am I short of attention&lt;br&gt;
Got a short little span of attention&lt;br&gt;
And woe my nights are so long&lt;br&gt;
Where’s my wife and family&lt;br&gt;
What if I die here&lt;br&gt;
Who’ll be my role model&lt;br&gt;
Now that my role model is&lt;br&gt;
Gone gone&lt;br&gt;
He ducked back down the alley&lt;br&gt;
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl&lt;br&gt;
All along along&lt;br&gt;
There were incidents and accidents&lt;br&gt;
There were hints and allegations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

If you’ll be my bodyguard&lt;br&gt;
I can be your long lost pal&lt;br&gt;
I can call you Betty&lt;br&gt;
And Betty when you call me&lt;br&gt;
You can call me Al&lt;br&gt;
Call me Al&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A man walks down the street&lt;br&gt;
It’s a street in a strange world&lt;br&gt;
Maybe it’s the third world&lt;br&gt;
Maybe it’s his first time around&lt;br&gt;
He doesn’t speak the language&lt;br&gt;
He holds no currency&lt;br&gt;
He is a foreign man&lt;br&gt;
He is surrounded by the sound&lt;br&gt;
The sound&lt;br&gt;
Cattle in the marketplace&lt;br&gt;
Scatterlings and orphanages&lt;br&gt;
He looks around around&lt;br&gt;
He sees angels in the architecture&lt;br&gt;
Spinning in infinity&lt;br&gt;
He says Amen and Hallelujah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

If you’ll be my bodyguard&lt;br&gt;
I can be your long lost pal&lt;br&gt;
I can call you Betty&lt;br&gt;
And Betty when you call me&lt;br&gt;
You can call me Al&lt;br&gt;
Call me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Na na na na ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

If you’ll be my bodyguard&lt;br&gt;
I can be your long lost pal&lt;br&gt;
I can call you Betty&lt;br&gt;
And Betty when you call me&lt;br&gt;
You can call me Al&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Call me Al&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-75349663?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75349663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/75349663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75349663' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11273529</id><published>2002-03-30T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T15:07:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Boy In The Bubble"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Paul Simon&lt;/h3&gt;

It was a slow day&lt;br&gt;
And the sun was beating&lt;br&gt;
On the soldiers by the side of the road&lt;br&gt;
There was a bright light&lt;br&gt;
A shattering of shop windows&lt;br&gt; 
The bomb in the baby carriage&lt;br&gt;
Was wired to the radio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That’s dying in a corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
And don’t cry baby don’t cry&lt;br&gt;
Don’t cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It was a dry wind&lt;br&gt;
And it swept across the desert&lt;br&gt;
And it curled into the circle of birth&lt;br&gt;
And the dead sand&lt;br&gt;
Falling on the children&lt;br&gt;
The mothers and the fathers&lt;br&gt;
And the automatic earth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all &lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That’s dying in the corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder &lt;br&gt;
And don’t cry baby don’t cry&lt;br&gt;
Don’t cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It’s a turn-around jump shot&lt;br&gt;
It’s everybody jump start&lt;br&gt;
It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts&lt;br&gt;
Medicine is magical and magical is art&lt;br&gt;
The Boy in the Bubble&lt;br&gt;
And the baby with the baboon heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And I believe&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of lasers in the jungle&lt;br&gt;
Lasers in the jungle somewhere&lt;br&gt;
Staccato signals of constant information&lt;br&gt;
a loose affiliation of millionaires&lt;br&gt;
And billionaires and baby&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
This is the long distance call&lt;br&gt;
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br&gt;
The way we look to us all &lt;br&gt;
The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br&gt;
That’s dying in a corner of the sky&lt;br&gt;
These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br&gt;
And don’t cry baby don’t cry &lt;br&gt;
Don’t cry
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11273529?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11273529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11273529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11273529' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11273123</id><published>2002-03-30T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T00:53:24.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Stuck In A Moment"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;U2&lt;/h3&gt;

I'm not afraid&lt;br&gt;
Of anything in this world&lt;br&gt;
There's nothing you can throw at me&lt;br&gt;
That I haven't already heard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I'm just trying to find&lt;br&gt;
A decent melody&lt;br&gt;
A song that I can sing&lt;br&gt;
In my own company&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I never thought you were a fool&lt;br&gt;
But darling look at you&lt;br&gt;
You gotta stand up straight&lt;br&gt;
Carry your own weight&lt;br&gt;
These tears are going nowhere baby&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You've got to get yourself together&lt;br&gt;
You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And now you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don't say that later will be better&lt;br&gt;
Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I will not forsake&lt;br&gt;
The colors that you bring&lt;br&gt;
The nights you filled with fireworks&lt;br&gt;
They left you with nothing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I am still enchanted&lt;br&gt;
By the light you brought to me&lt;br&gt;
I listen through your ears&lt;br&gt;
Through your eyes I can see&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And you are such a fool&lt;br&gt;
To worry like you do&lt;br&gt;
I know it's tough&lt;br&gt;
And you can never get enough&lt;br&gt;
Of what you don't really need now&lt;br&gt;
My, oh my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You've got to get yourself together&lt;br&gt;
You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Oh love, look at you now&lt;br&gt;
You've got yourself stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I was unconscious, half asleep&lt;br&gt;
The water is warm 'til you discover how deep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall&lt;br&gt;
It's a long way down to nothing at all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

You've got to get yourself together&lt;br&gt;
You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Don't say that later will be better&lt;br&gt;
Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br&gt;
And you can't get out of it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And if the night runs over&lt;br&gt;
And if the day won't last&lt;br&gt;
And if our way should falter&lt;br&gt;
Along the stony pass&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

And if the night runs over&lt;br&gt;
And if the day won't last&lt;br&gt;
And if your way should falter&lt;br&gt;
Along this stony pass&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It's just a moment&lt;br&gt;
This time will pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11273123?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11273123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11273123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11273123' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11272907</id><published>2002-03-30T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T00:40:56.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Space Between"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/h3&gt;


You cannot quit me so quickly&lt;br&gt;
Is no hope in you for me&lt;br&gt;
No corner you could squeeze me&lt;br&gt;
But I got all the time for you, love&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
The tears we cry&lt;br&gt;
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
The wicked lies we tell&lt;br&gt;
And hope to keep us safe from the pain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

But will I hold you again?&lt;br&gt;
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me&lt;br&gt;
Like 'Will it rain today?'&lt;br&gt;
Waste the hours with talking, talking&lt;br&gt;
These twisted game we play&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

We're strange allies&lt;br&gt;
With warring hearts&lt;br&gt;
What wild-eyed beast you be&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
The wicked lies we tell&lt;br&gt;
And hope to keep us safe from the pain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Will I hold you again?&lt;br&gt;
Will I hold...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Look at us spinning out in&lt;br&gt;
The madness of a roller coaster&lt;br&gt;
You know you went off like a devil&lt;br&gt;
In a church in the middle of a crowded room&lt;br&gt;
All we can do, my love&lt;br&gt;
Is hope we don't take this ship down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
Where you're smiling high&lt;br&gt;
Is where you'll find me if I get tickled&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
The bullets in our firefight&lt;br&gt;
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you&lt;br&gt;
The rain that falls&lt;br&gt;
Splash in your heart&lt;br&gt;
Ran like sadness down the window into...&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
Our wicked lies&lt;br&gt;
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Take my hand&lt;br&gt;
'Cause we're walking out of here&lt;br&gt;
Oh, right out of here&lt;br&gt;
Love is all we need here&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
What's wrong and right&lt;br&gt;
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between&lt;br&gt;
Your heart and mine&lt;br&gt;
Is the space we'll fill with time&lt;br&gt;
The Space Between... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11272907?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11272907' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11272825</id><published>2002-03-30T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T00:41:23.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Georgia On My Mind"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ray Charles&lt;/h3&gt;

Georgia, Georgia, &lt;br&gt;
The whole day through &lt;br&gt;
Just an old sweet song &lt;br&gt;
Keeps Georgia on my mind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I'm say Georgia &lt;br&gt;
Georgia &lt;br&gt;
A song of you &lt;br&gt;
Comes as sweet and clear &lt;br&gt;
As moonlight through the pines &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Other arms reach out to me &lt;br&gt;
Other eyes smile tenderly &lt;br&gt;
Still in peaceful dreams I see&lt;br&gt; 
The road leads back to you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I said Georgia, &lt;br&gt;
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find &lt;br&gt;
Just an old sweet song &lt;br&gt;
Keeps Georgia on my mind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Other arms reach out to me &lt;br&gt;
Other eyes smile tenderly &lt;br&gt;
Still in peaceful dreams I see &lt;br&gt;
The road leads back to you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Georgia, &lt;br&gt;
Georgia, &lt;br&gt;
No peace, no peace I find &lt;br&gt;
Just this old, sweet song &lt;br&gt;
Keeps Georgia on my mind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I said just an old sweet song, &lt;br&gt;
Keeps Georgia on my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11272825?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11272825' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11272669</id><published>2002-03-30T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T00:41:11.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"Only Us"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Peter Gabriel&lt;/h3&gt;

Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It wasn't in the words that kept sticking in their throats&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't with the angels in their quilted coats&lt;br&gt;
These battered wings still kick up dust&lt;br&gt;
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten&lt;br&gt;
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen&lt;br&gt;
And I'm finding my way home from the great escape&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The further on I go, oh the less I know&lt;br&gt;
I can find only us breathing&lt;br&gt;
Only us sleeping&lt;br&gt;
Only us dreaming&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I hear you calling me&lt;br&gt;
Yes I hear you calling me&lt;br&gt;
Home from the great escape&lt;br&gt;
Yes I can read you loud and clear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The further on I go, oh the less I know&lt;br&gt;
Friend or foe, there's only us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

The further on I go, oh the less I know&lt;br&gt;
I can find only us breathing&lt;br&gt;
Only us sleeping&lt;br&gt;
Only us dreaming&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I'm coming home again, home again&lt;br&gt;
And I hear you calling me home again&lt;br&gt;
I am coming home again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;br&gt;
Only us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11272669?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11272669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11272669' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11236686</id><published>2002-03-28T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T22:26:54.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"32 Flavors"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alana Davis&lt;/h3&gt;

squint your eyes and look closer&lt;br&gt;
i'm not between you and your ambition&lt;br&gt;
i am a poster girl with no poster&lt;br&gt;
i am thirty-two flavors and then some&lt;br&gt;
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision&lt;br&gt;
so you might want to turn your head&lt;br&gt;
cause someday you're going to get hungry&lt;br&gt;
and eat most of the words you just said&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

both my parents taught me about good will&lt;br&gt;
and i have done well by their names&lt;br&gt;
just the kindness i've lavished on strangers&lt;br&gt;
is more than i can explain&lt;br&gt;
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights&lt;br&gt;
just so i would think they were not home&lt;br&gt;
and hid in the dark of their windows&lt;br&gt;
til i'd passed and left them alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

and god help you if you are an ugly girl&lt;br&gt;
course too pretty is also your doom&lt;br&gt;
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred&lt;br&gt;
for the prettiest girl in the room&lt;br&gt;
and god help you if you are a pheonix&lt;br&gt;
and you dare to rise up from the ash&lt;br&gt;
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy&lt;br&gt;
while you are just flying back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

i'm not trying to give my life meaning&lt;br&gt;
by demeaning you&lt;br&gt;
and i would like to state for the record&lt;br&gt;
i did everything that i could do&lt;br&gt;
i'm not saying that i'm a saint&lt;br&gt;
i just don't want to live that way&lt;br&gt;
no, i will never be a saint&lt;br&gt;
but i will always say&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

squint your eyes and look closer&lt;br&gt;
i'm not between you and your ambition&lt;br&gt;
i am a poster girl with no poster&lt;br&gt;
i am thirty-two flavors and then some&lt;br&gt;
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision&lt;br&gt;
so you might want to turn your head&lt;br&gt;
cause someday you might find you're starving&lt;br&gt;
and eating all of the words you said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3417430-11236686?l=lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11236686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3417430/posts/default/11236686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsparsnip.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11236686' title=''/><author><name>The Winter Vegetable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15986360682817585732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417430.post-11235601</id><published>2002-03-28T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T22:01:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"The Teacher"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Paul Simon&lt;/h3&gt;

There once was a teacher of great renown&lt;br&gt;
Whose words were like the tablets of stone&lt;br&gt;
Because it’s easier to learn than unlearn&lt;br&gt;
Because we’ve passed the point of no return&lt;br&gt;
Gather your goods and follow me&lt;br&gt;
Or you will surely die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I was only a child of the city&lt;br&gt;
My parents were children of immigrant stock&lt;br&gt;
So we followed as followers go&lt;br&gt;
Over a mountain with a napkin of snow&lt;br&gt;
And ate the berries and roots&lt;br&gt;
That grow along the timberline&lt;br&gt;
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love&lt;br&gt;
Sleeps on a quilt of stars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It’s cold&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes you can’t catch your breath&lt;br&gt;
It’s cold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Time and abundance thickened his step&lt;br&gt;
So the teacher divided in two&lt;br&gt;
One half ate the forests and fields&lt;br&gt;
The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds&lt;br&gt;
And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love&lt;br&gt;
Sleeps on a quilt of stars&lt;br&gt;

Sometimes we don’t know who we are&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry&lt;br&gt;
My teacher carry me home&lt;br&gt;
Carry me home my teacher&lt;br&gt;
Carry me home&lt;br&gt;
Carry me home my teacher&lt;br&gt;
Carry me home

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