<?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-2006512968432966099</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:05:44.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamer sings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-1066150882138539916</id><published>2008-11-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:36:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Page- The Smashing Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPi_JaCbtLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPi_JaCbtLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank page is all the rage &lt;br /&gt;Never meant to say anything &lt;br /&gt;In bed I was half dead &lt;br /&gt;Tired of dreaming of rest &lt;br /&gt;Got dressed drove the state line &lt;br /&gt;Looking for you at the five and dime &lt;br /&gt;Stop sign told me stay at home &lt;br /&gt;Told me you were not alone &lt;br /&gt;Blank page was all the rage &lt;br /&gt;Never meant to hurt anyone &lt;br /&gt;In bed I was half dead &lt;br /&gt;Tired of dreaming of rest &lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed &lt;br /&gt;You're still the same &lt;br /&gt;May you rise as you fall &lt;br /&gt;You were easy you are forgotten &lt;br /&gt;You are the ways of my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I catch the rainfall &lt;br /&gt;Through the leaking roof &lt;br /&gt;That you had left behind &lt;br /&gt;You remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of that leak in my soul &lt;br /&gt;The rain falls &lt;br /&gt;My friends call &lt;br /&gt;Leaking rain on the phone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a day palnt some trees &lt;br /&gt;May they shade you from me &lt;br /&gt;May your children play beneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank page was all the rage &lt;br /&gt;Never meant to say anything &lt;br /&gt;In bed I was half dead &lt;br /&gt;Tired of dreaming of rest &lt;br /&gt;Got dressed drove the state line &lt;br /&gt;Looking for you at the five and dime &lt;br /&gt;But there I was picking pieces up &lt;br /&gt;You are a ghost &lt;br /&gt;Of my indecision &lt;br /&gt;No more little girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a música mais reveladora que aqui poderia colocar.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-1066150882138539916?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/1066150882138539916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=1066150882138539916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1066150882138539916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1066150882138539916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/11/blank-page-smashing-pumpkins.html' title='Blank Page- The Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Rosa Nobre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykxMuhD-3k0/Sc8rqx_ecHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6aU2lKYGTjw/S220/Universe+(15).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-6071714974560803464</id><published>2008-11-10T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:58:19.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tool : Schism</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjG47gtMCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjG47gtMCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Schism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,&lt;br /&gt;Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion&lt;br /&gt;Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication&lt;br /&gt;The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down&lt;br /&gt;No fault, none to blame it doesnt mean I dont desire to&lt;br /&gt;Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.&lt;br /&gt;To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,&lt;br /&gt;And the circling is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Finding beauty in the dissonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting&lt;br /&gt;Ive done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-6071714974560803464?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/6071714974560803464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=6071714974560803464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6071714974560803464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6071714974560803464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/11/tool-schism.html' title='Tool : Schism'/><author><name>Rosa Nobre</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykxMuhD-3k0/Sc8rqx_ecHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6aU2lKYGTjw/S220/Universe+(15).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-8039295962182227448</id><published>2008-10-14T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:24:07.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9osYNb5jmGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9osYNb5jmGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Everett Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Bad Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Jace Everett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna do bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you came in the air went out.&lt;br /&gt;And every shadow filled up with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you think you are,&lt;br /&gt;But before the night is through,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind to sit up in his room.&lt;br /&gt;Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you've done to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you came in the air went out.&lt;br /&gt;And all those shadows there are filled up with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you think you are,&lt;br /&gt;But before the night is through,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do real bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ow, ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you've done to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do bad things with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do real bad things with you.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-8039295962182227448?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/8039295962182227448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=8039295962182227448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/8039295962182227448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/8039295962182227448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/10/artist-everett-jace-song-bad-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Eduarda Saraiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301617287139873866</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-3845886357948072436</id><published>2008-08-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:27:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of The Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and you're never coming round... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit tired, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;of listening to the sound of my tears... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit nervous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;that the best of all the years have gone by... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and then I see the look in your eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit breathless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and I dream of something wild... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit helpless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and I'm lying like a child in your arms... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and I know i've got to get out AND CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;but then I see the look in your eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I need you now tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I need you more than ever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And if you only hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We'll be holding on forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And we'll only be making it right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'Cause we'll never be wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't know what to do and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm always in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We're living in a powder keg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And giving off sparks!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I really need you tonight!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Forever's gonna to start tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Forever's gonna to start tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But now I'm only falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There's nothing I can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But now there's only love in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing I can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I know there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Turnaround, bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I need you now tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I need you more than ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And if you only hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We'll be holding on forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And we'll only be making it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'Cause we'll never be wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm always in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We're living in a powder keg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And giving off sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I really need you tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Forever's gonna to start tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Forever's gonna to start tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But now I'm only falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing I can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But now there's only love in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing I can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;...Turnaround bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;...Turnaround bright eyes, turn around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-3845886357948072436?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/3845886357948072436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=3845886357948072436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Frusciante-Someone´s</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUJH7-Rj780&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUJH7-Rj780&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's waiting to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Someone's saying goodbye everytime she says hello&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they both connect no one with somebody&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating down this airstream&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating and it's every dream I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they both connect me with when I'd never been a body&lt;br /&gt;Every house is a frame&lt;br /&gt;Anything real has a brain&lt;br /&gt;We talk ourselves out of it&lt;br /&gt;But I've reconsidered it and I'm convinced&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look has a face&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has lived has a place&lt;br /&gt;Right here's every world&lt;br /&gt;Every time draws a line to right now&lt;br /&gt;Hold and turn the infinite&lt;br /&gt;Someone's taking me all over out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2058980123516106454?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/2058980123516106454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=2058980123516106454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2058980123516106454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2058980123516106454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-frusciante-someones.html' title='John Frusciante-Someone´s'/><author><name>Karma Beavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10306376484881361911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cA1ZKr5ArGs/Shr_RjItXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EuRVZcihrpQ/S220/P5010014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-4329542444579272427</id><published>2008-07-01T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:24:29.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roky Erickson - Night of the Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPPnWe1wLNc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPPnWe1wLNc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's raining and you're running don't&lt;br /&gt;Slip in mud cos... if you do, you'll&lt;br /&gt;Slip in blood tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;The moon may be full&lt;br /&gt;The moon may be white&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you will feel his bite tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes from Transylvania&lt;br /&gt;On St Swithens day he was born&lt;br /&gt;I stand in the darkness with no-one&lt;br /&gt;Makes his by turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - is the night of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never sleeps in the night&lt;br /&gt;Comes out when the moon is bright - tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is the night of the vampire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-4329542444579272427?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/4329542444579272427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=4329542444579272427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/4329542444579272427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikhnJk75BKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikhnJk75BKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-6159198437361365723?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/6159198437361365723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=6159198437361365723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6159198437361365723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6159198437361365723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-non-blondes-drifting.html' title='4 Non Blondes - Drifting'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-7730302941127431917</id><published>2008-03-03T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:17:24.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borknagar - Colossus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI8AlI-WNOk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI8AlI-WNOk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Borknagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Colossus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From out of static time has grown&lt;br /&gt;Existence formed by substance unknown&lt;br /&gt;Prelude to matter, shift of disorder&lt;br /&gt;Completion of bonds between chaos and order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The era of seasons, the essence of being&lt;br /&gt;The continuous process awakens the living&lt;br /&gt;Absorber of every flickering sun&lt;br /&gt;Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled&lt;br /&gt;A boundless downward spiral to prospective void&lt;br /&gt;Existence takes its toll, extinction unfolds&lt;br /&gt;The Colossus falls back from it's treshold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic grip so tight. Heed the celestial call&lt;br /&gt;The rise, the voyage, the fall- tangled womb of mortal soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal key of inception, pulled out of the grind&lt;br /&gt;The growing seed of creation and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex fusion, the bond of four - the nature's core&lt;br /&gt;Universal ritual, aesthetic beauty adored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum upholds the carnal deceit&lt;br /&gt;Eternal, endless, indefinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox, render and the merge is complete&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the process is infinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the process is infinite&lt;br /&gt;Eternal, endless, indefinite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-7730302941127431917?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/7730302941127431917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=7730302941127431917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/7730302941127431917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/7730302941127431917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/03/borknagar-colossus.html' title='Borknagar - Colossus'/><author><name>Flávio Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441007260893526661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16ZmyHiXXrM/SQef-e58cdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Qdbord2ejmc/S220/DSC06230.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-5957695040676011861</id><published>2008-03-02T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:54:20.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan Luis Guerra - Burbujas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgkY_qMhA4U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgkY_qMhA4U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;JUAN LUIS GUERRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BURBUJAS DE AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Tengo un corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; mutilado de esperanza y de razón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Tengo un corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; que madruga donde quiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Ese corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; se desnuda de impaciencia ante tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Pobre corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; que no atrapa su cordura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Quisiera ser un pez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer burbujas de amor por donde quiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Oh oh oh oh, pasar la noche en vela mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Un pez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para bordar de corales tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Saciar esta locura mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Canta corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; con un ancla imprescindible de ilusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Sueña corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; no te nubles de amargura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Ese corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; se desnuda de impaciencia ante tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Pobre corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; que no atrapa su cordura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Quisiera ser un pez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer burbujas de amor por donde quiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Oh oh oh oh, pasar la noche en vela mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Un pez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para bordar de corales tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Saciar esta locura mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Una noche para hundirnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; hasta el fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Cara a cara, beso a beso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; por siempre mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Quisiera ser un pez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer burbujas de amor por donde quiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Oh oh oh oh, pasar la noche en vela mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Un pez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; para bordar de corales tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Saciar esta locura mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer burbujas de amor por donde quiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Oh oh oh oh, pasar la noche en vela mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Para bordar de corales tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Saciar esta locura mojado en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-5957695040676011861?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/5957695040676011861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=5957695040676011861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/5957695040676011861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/5957695040676011861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2008/03/juan-luis-guerra-burbujas-de-amor.html' title='Juan Luis Guerra - Burbujas de amor'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-3520142956803683602</id><published>2007-11-18T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:58:40.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stand me now - The Libertines</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2oTuxXjbO4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2oTuxXjbO4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"An ending fitting for the start&lt;br /&gt;you twist and tore our love apart&lt;br /&gt;your light fingers threw the dart&lt;br /&gt;shattered the lamp- into darkness it cast us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you've got it the wrong way round-&lt;br /&gt;just shot me up and blamed it on the brown"&lt;br /&gt;cornered the boy kicked out at the world, the world kicked back&lt;br /&gt;alot fuckin' harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna try, If you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;there's no worse you could do (oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I know you lie (I know you lie)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you (oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take me anywhere (I'll take you anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;You can't take me anywhere (I can't take you anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you anywhere you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T STAND ME NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we enough to keep it together?&lt;br /&gt;or do we just keep on pretending (and hope our&lt;br /&gt;luck is never ending)...&lt;br /&gt;You tried to pull the wool I wasn't feeling too clever,&lt;br /&gt;and you take all that they're lending&lt;br /&gt;until you needed mending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna try, If you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;there's no worse you could do (oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;I know you lie&lt;br /&gt;All you do is make me cry&lt;br /&gt;And all these words they aint true (oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't take me anywhere (I can't take you anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;You can't take me anywhere (I'll take you anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you anywhere you wanna go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Libertines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-3520142956803683602?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/3520142956803683602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=3520142956803683602' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3520142956803683602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3520142956803683602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-stand-me-now-libertines.html' title='Can&apos;t stand me now - The Libertines'/><author><name>Eduarda Saraiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00301617287139873866</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-1332460503677940290</id><published>2007-11-18T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T05:41:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patti Smith - Because the Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0brHGJ6xqbk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0brHGJ6xqbk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Patti Smith - Because the Night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Take me now baby here as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pull me close, try and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love is a banquet on which we feed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Come on now try and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;The way I feel when Im in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Take my hand come undercover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;They cant hurt you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Cant hurt you now, cant hurt you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have I doubt when Im alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love is a ring, the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love is an angel disguised as lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here in our bed until the morning comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Come on now try and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;The way I feel under your command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Take my hand as the sun descends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;They cant touch you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Cant touch you now, cant touch you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to lovers ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;With love we sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;With doubt the vicious circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Turn and burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Without you I cannot live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Forgive, the yearning burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I believe its time, too real to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because the night belongs to lovers ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because tonight there are two lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;If we believe in the night we trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because tonight there are two lovers ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-1332460503677940290?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/1332460503677940290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=1332460503677940290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1332460503677940290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1332460503677940290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/11/patti-smith-because-night.html' title='Patti Smith - Because the Night...'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-2508640170595868607</id><published>2007-11-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:25:39.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like you mean it :) for my friends in despair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Killers - Smile like you mean it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Save some face, you know you've only got one&lt;br /&gt;Change your ways while you're young&lt;br /&gt;Boy, one day you'll be a man&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, he'll help you understand&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside&lt;br /&gt;We lost track of the time&lt;br /&gt;Dreams aren't what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Some things sat by so carelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone is calling my name&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;And someone is playing a game&lt;br /&gt;In the house that I grew up in&lt;br /&gt;And someone will drive her around&lt;br /&gt;Down the same streets that I did&lt;br /&gt;On the same streets that I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2508640170595868607?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/2508640170595868607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=2508640170595868607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2508640170595868607'/><link rel='self' 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name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qfFuJxCmz6o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Yo estaba bien por un tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         volviendo a sonreír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Luego anoche te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         tu mano me tocó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         y el saludo de tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Y hablé muy bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         y tú sin saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         que he estado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  llorando por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         llorando por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Luego de tu adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  sentí todo mi dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Sola y llorando, llorando, llorando         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         No es fácil de entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         que al verte otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         yo esté llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Yo que pensé que te olvidé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         pero es verdad, es la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         que te quiero aun más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         mucho más que ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Dime tú que puedo hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         ¿No me quieres ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Y siempre estaré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  llorando por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         llorando por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Tu amor se llevó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  todo mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         Y quedo llorando, llorando, llorando, llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;         por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-6097239862515176490?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/6097239862515176490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=6097239862515176490' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dresdendolls.com/images2/dresdenlogo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dresdendolls.com/images2/dresdenlogo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Zm1EZ2D2Pw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Zm1EZ2D2Pw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;girl anachronism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the scars on my arms&lt;br /&gt;and cracks in my hips&lt;br /&gt;and the dents in my car&lt;br /&gt;and the blisters on my lips&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not the carefullest of girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the glass on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and the strings that're breaking&lt;br /&gt;and i keep on breaking more&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like i am shaking&lt;br /&gt;but it's just the temperature&lt;br /&gt;and then again&lt;br /&gt;if it were any colder i could disengage&lt;br /&gt;if i were any older i could act my age&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think that youd believe me&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;meant&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way the operation made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the state of my room&lt;br /&gt;that they let me out too soon&lt;br /&gt;and the pills that i ate&lt;br /&gt;came a couple years too late&lt;br /&gt;and ive got some issues to work through&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be you&lt;br /&gt;make-believing&lt;br /&gt;that i have a soul beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;it was accidentally on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not so serious&lt;br /&gt;this passion is a plagiarism&lt;br /&gt;i might join your century&lt;br /&gt;but only on a rare occasion&lt;br /&gt;i was taken out&lt;br /&gt;before the labor pains set in and now&lt;br /&gt;behold the world's worst accident&lt;br /&gt;i am the girl anachronism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;by the red in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the bruises on my thighs&lt;br /&gt;and the knots in my hair&lt;br /&gt;and the bathtub full of flies&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not right now at all&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;pretending that i'll fall&lt;br /&gt;don't call the doctors&lt;br /&gt;cause they've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;they'll say just&lt;br /&gt;let&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;burn&lt;br /&gt;she'll learn&lt;br /&gt;the attention just encourages her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the full-body cast&lt;br /&gt;that i'm sorry that i asked&lt;br /&gt;though you did everything you could&lt;br /&gt;(like any decent person would)&lt;br /&gt;but i might be catching so don't touch&lt;br /&gt;you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wet&lt;br /&gt;because the bandages will all come off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the smoke at the stake&lt;br /&gt;that the current state is critical&lt;br /&gt;well it is the little things, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:&lt;br /&gt;please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this&lt;br /&gt;so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest&lt;br /&gt;i was too precarious removed as a caesarian&lt;br /&gt;behold the worlds worst accident&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2002 amanda palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-6508926668497831467?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/6508926668497831467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=6508926668497831467' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6508926668497831467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6508926668497831467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/06/dresden-dolls-girl-anachronism.html' title='The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-3586141492871779383</id><published>2007-05-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:52:06.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arch Enemy - We Will Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scSInJW9lbk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scSInJW9lbk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Arch Enemy - We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Tear down the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Wake up the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Ignorance is not... Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; So fed up with the Second best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Our time, Is here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Watch me closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I Will Stand up... NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Above (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Stereotype fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Playing the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Nothing Unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; They all look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; In this Sea of Mediocrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I can be anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Anything I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Watch me closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I will stand up... NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (I am the Enemy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I am the Antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (I am the Antidote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Rise Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We Will Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-3586141492871779383?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/3586141492871779383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=3586141492871779383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3586141492871779383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3586141492871779383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/05/arch-enemy-we-will-rise.html' title='Arch Enemy - We Will Rise'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-2270394580384613214</id><published>2007-05-14T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:43:43.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurythmics-Who's That Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjNIVflVUQY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjNIVflVUQY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of love&lt;br /&gt;Slips from my lover's tongue&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than ice cream&lt;br /&gt;And warmer than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Dumb hearts get broken&lt;br /&gt;Just like china cups&lt;br /&gt;The language of love&lt;br /&gt;Has left me broken on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's just one thing&lt;br /&gt;(Just one thing)&lt;br /&gt;But there's just one thing&lt;br /&gt;And I really wannna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that girl&lt;br /&gt;Running around with you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Who's that girl&lt;br /&gt;Running around with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of love&lt;br /&gt;Has left me stony grey&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied and twisted&lt;br /&gt;At the price I've had to pay&lt;br /&gt;Your careless notions&lt;br /&gt;Have silenced these emotions&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the foolisness&lt;br /&gt;Your lover's talk has done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2270394580384613214?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/2270394580384613214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=2270394580384613214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2270394580384613214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8845989640854587280&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Plasmatics - Butcher Baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea Now&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;You're Dressed To Kill&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;I Know You Will&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;Today Is The Day&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;(They're) Gonna Put You Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea Now&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;Dressed Up In Red&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;Messed In Your Head&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;Go Out At Night&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Baby&lt;br /&gt;Turn Out The Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea Now&lt;br /&gt;Oh No&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2028111049392935676?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/2028111049392935676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=2028111049392935676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2028111049392935676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2028111049392935676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/plasmatics-butcher-baby.html' title='The Plasmatics - Butcher Baby'/><author><name>Karma Beavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10306376484881361911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cA1ZKr5ArGs/Shr_RjItXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EuRVZcihrpQ/S220/P5010014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-8609311105488276032</id><published>2007-04-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:48:25.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMwdAc1Dzfg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMwdAc1Dzfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead or Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Spin Me Around (Like a Record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I got to know your name&lt;br /&gt;Well and I, could trace your private number baby&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;I want some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I...I set my sights on you&lt;br /&gt;(and no one else will do)&lt;br /&gt;And I, I've got to have my way now, baby&lt;br /&gt;(and no one else will do)&lt;br /&gt;And I, I've got to have my way now, baby&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You spin me right round, baby&lt;br /&gt;right round like a record, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round round round&lt;br /&gt;You spin me right round, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round like a record, baby&lt;br /&gt;Right round round round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I got be your friend now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to move in&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;(little bit closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All I know is that to me&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Open up your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;[**Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*Repeat and fade with ad lib]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-8609311105488276032?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/8609311105488276032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=8609311105488276032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/8609311105488276032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/8609311105488276032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/dead-or-alive-you-spin-me-round-like.html' title='Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)'/><author><name>Karma Beavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10306376484881361911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cA1ZKr5ArGs/Shr_RjItXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EuRVZcihrpQ/S220/P5010014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-3790446287297273466</id><published>2007-04-13T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:31:01.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot Smith - Between the Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37k_Ri1XxEc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37k_Ri1XxEc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Elliot Smith - Between the Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; drink up, baby, stay up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the things you could do, you won't but you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the potential you'll be, that you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the promises you'll only make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the images stuck in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;drink up, baby, look at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;drink up one more time and I'll make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fuck you Elliot, you could have changed the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-3790446287297273466?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/3790446287297273466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=3790446287297273466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3790446287297273466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3790446287297273466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/elliot-smith-between-bars.html' title='Elliot Smith - Between the Bars'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-4603921547901852308</id><published>2007-04-10T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:53:06.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Buckley - Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5YmuS5zNzk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5YmuS5zNzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's the moon asking to stay&lt;br /&gt;Long enough for the clouds to fly me away&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;My fading voice sings of love,&lt;br /&gt;But she cries to the clicking of time&lt;br /&gt;Of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she weeps on my arm&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the bright lights in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love&lt;br /&gt;And the rain is falling and i believe&lt;br /&gt;My time has come&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the pain&lt;br /&gt;I might leave&lt;br /&gt;Leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel them drown my name&lt;br /&gt;So easy to know and forget with this kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-4603921547901852308?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/4603921547901852308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=4603921547901852308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/4603921547901852308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/4603921547901852308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/jeff-buckley-grace.html' title='Jeff Buckley - Grace'/><author><name>nenúfar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/sadsexy/6-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-4577325544686032435</id><published>2007-04-07T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:35:10.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dx11oNHPDrA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dx11oNHPDrA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;you were talking so brave and so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;giving me head on the unmade bed,&lt;br /&gt;while the limousines wait in the street.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the reasons and that was New York,&lt;br /&gt;we were running for the money and the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;And that was called love for the workers in song&lt;br /&gt;probably still is for those of them left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,&lt;br /&gt;you just turned your back on the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;you got away, I never once heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I don't need you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;and all of that jiving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel&lt;br /&gt;you were famous, your heart was a legend.&lt;br /&gt;You told me again you preferred handsome men&lt;br /&gt;but for me you would make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;And clenching your fist for the ones like us&lt;br /&gt;who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,&lt;br /&gt;we are ugly but we have the music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you got away, didn't you babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep track of each fallen robin.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;that's all, I don't even think of you that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-4577325544686032435?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/4577325544686032435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=4577325544686032435' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/4577325544686032435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/4577325544686032435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/leonard-cohen-chelsea-hotel2.html' title='Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel#2'/><author><name>Karma Beavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10306376484881361911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cA1ZKr5ArGs/Shr_RjItXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EuRVZcihrpQ/S220/P5010014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-1053930579931771895</id><published>2007-04-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:11:35.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mettalica - Sad but True</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PsbT9r51PM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PsbT9r51PM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Metallica - Sad but True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Hey I’m your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m the one who takes you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Hey I’m your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m the one who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; They, They betray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your only true friend now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; They, They’ll betray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m forever there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your dream, make you real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your eyes when you must steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your pain when you can’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your dream, mind astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your eyes while you’re away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your pain while you repay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You know it’s sad but true, sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You, You’re my mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You’re my cover, my shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You, You’re my mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You’re the one who’s blamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Do, Do my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Do my dirty work, scapegoat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Do, Do my deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; For you’re the one who’s shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your dream, make you real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your eyes when you must steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your pain when you can’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your dream, mind astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your eyes while you’re away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your pain while you repay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You know it’s sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm your pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You know it’s sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Hate, I’m your hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your hate when you want love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Pay, Pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Pay for nothing’s fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Hey, I’m your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m the one who took you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Hey, I’m your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I no longer care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your dream, make you real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your eyes when you must steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your pain when you can’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your truth, telling lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m your reasoned alibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m inside open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-1053930579931771895?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/1053930579931771895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=1053930579931771895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1053930579931771895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/1053930579931771895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/mettalica-sad-but-true.html' title='Mettalica - Sad but True'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-3491772028593404714</id><published>2007-04-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:21:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Dry County</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWFt-0Ht6Gk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWFt-0Ht6Gk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dry County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Across the border they turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Water into wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some say its the devils blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Theyre squeezing from the vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some say its a saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In these hard and desperate times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;For me it helps me to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;That were just born to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I came here like so many did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To find the better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To find my piece of easy street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To finally be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And I know nothing good comes easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And all good things take some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I made my bed Ill lie in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To die in its the crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You cant help but prosper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Where the streets are paved with gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;They say the oil wells ran deeper here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Than anybodys known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I packed up on my wife and kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And left them back at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now theres nothing in this paydirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The ghosts are all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now the oils gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The moneys gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the jobs are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Still were hangin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Down in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Theyre swimming in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Praying for some holy water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To wash the sins from off our hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Here in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The promise has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Where nobody cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And no ones getting out of here alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In the blessed name of jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I heard a preacher say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;That we are gods children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And hed be back someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And I hoped that he knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Something as he drank his cup of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I didnt have too good of a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;As I head out to the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I cursed the sky to open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I begged the clouds for rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I prayed to God for water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;For this burning in my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It was like my souls on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And I had to watch the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;All my dreams went up in ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And my future blew away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now the oils gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the moneys gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the jobs are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Still were hangin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Down in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Theyre swimming in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Praying for some holy water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To wash the sins from off our hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Here in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The promise has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Where nobody cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And no ones getting out of here alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Men spend their whole lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Waiting praying for their big reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But it seems sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The payoff leaves you feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Like a dirty whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If I could choose the way Ill die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Make it by the gun or knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;cause the other way theres too much pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Night after night after night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Down in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Theyre swimming in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Praying for some holy water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To wash the sins from off our hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Here in dry county&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The promise has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Where nobody cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And no ones getting out of here alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-3491772028593404714?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/3491772028593404714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=3491772028593404714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3491772028593404714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/3491772028593404714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/04/bon-jovi-dry-county.html' title='Bon Jovi - Dry County'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-2628730228796825144</id><published>2007-03-26T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:47:55.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joel - Piano Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ1_M_L_RSI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZ1_M_L_RSI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Billy Joel - Piano Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Its nine oclock on a saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Theres an old man sitting next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Makin love to his tonic and gin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He says, son, can you play me a memory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Im not really sure how it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;When I wore a younger mans clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sing us a song, youre the piano man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, were all in the mood for a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And youve got us feelin alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now john at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But theres someplace that hed rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;As the smile ran away from his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well Im sure that I could be a movie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If I could get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now paul is a real estate novelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And probably will be for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But its better than drinkin alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the piano, it sounds like a carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And say, man, what are you doin here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2628730228796825144?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/2628730228796825144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=2628730228796825144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2628730228796825144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2628730228796825144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-nine-oclock-on-saturday-regular.html' title='Billy Joel - Piano Man'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-6920866877226830294</id><published>2007-03-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:27:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;than my own meandering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-6920866877226830294?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/6920866877226830294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=6920866877226830294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6920866877226830294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/6920866877226830294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/03/baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-to-wear.html' title='Baz Luhrmann - Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-5183789532155392559</id><published>2007-03-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:12:19.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphaville - Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7CuJ8cR9sg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Alphaville - Forever Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Heaven can wait were only watching the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hoping for the best but expecting the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you going to drop the bomb or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Let us die young or let us live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We dont have the power but we never say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The musics for the sad men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Can you imagine when this race is won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Turn our golden faces into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Praising our leaders were getting in tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The musics played by the madmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Some are like water, some are like the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Some are a melody and some are the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sooner or later they all will be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Why dont they stay young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its so hard to get old without a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I dont want to perish like a fading horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Youth is like diamonds in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And dimonds are forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So many adventures couldnt happen today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So many songs we forgot to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So many dreams are swinging out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We let them come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-5183789532155392559?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/feeds/5183789532155392559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2006512968432966099&amp;postID=5183789532155392559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/5183789532155392559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/5183789532155392559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/03/alphaville-forever-young.html' title='Alphaville - Forever Young'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-2072206547427762511</id><published>2007-03-16T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:42:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Jules - Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mad World"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No expression, no expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I find it kinda funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it kinda sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When people run in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's a very, very mad world mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I find it kinda funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it kinda sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find it hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When people run in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's a very, very mad world ... mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Enlarging your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mad world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006512968432966099-2072206547427762511?l=thedreamersings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2072206547427762511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006512968432966099/posts/default/2072206547427762511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedreamersings.blogspot.com/2007/03/mad-world-all-around-me-are-familiar.html' title='Gary Jules - Mad World'/><author><name>AnCaLaGoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753011743560606412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYBuQM4YfIM/SKG9hepzeGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pdANPLP-nmQ/s1600-R/jack-kerouac.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006512968432966099.post-6977253793650405912</id><published>2007-03-15T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:17:54.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty little guitar played by pretty little angel fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98y0Q7nLGWk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98y0Q7nLGWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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