tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34010196904024264302024-03-14T00:59:28.850-07:00One Song, One PhotoThis is a blog where I will publish one song I like and one photograph I like whenever I feel like it.Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-25314718305386823422010-08-13T06:00:00.000-07:002010-08-13T06:12:10.579-07:00Mark Lanegan - I'll Take Care of You<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/TGVECS_XDdI/AAAAAAAALcI/IqxpMNoTY7Y/s1600/DSC04090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/TGVECS_XDdI/AAAAAAAALcI/IqxpMNoTY7Y/s400/DSC04090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504880925778316754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:78%;">posted by Krysten Ryba<br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/8f27povui4" target="_blank">Mark Lanegan - I'll Take Care of You</a><br /><br />I know you've been hurt<br />By someone else<br />I can tell by the way<br />You carry yourself<br />But if you'll let me<br />Here's what I'll do<br />I'll take care of you<br /><br />I loved and lost<br />Same as you<br />So you see I know<br />Just what you've been through<br />So if you'll let me<br />Here's what I'll do<br />I got to take care of you<br /><br />You won't ever have to worry<br />You won't ever have to cry<br />I'll be there beside you<br />To dry your weeping eyes<br /><br />So darlin' tell me<br />That you'll be true<br />'Cause there's no doubt in my mind<br />I know what I want to do<br />And just as sure as<br />One and one are two<br />I just got to take care of you<br />I'll take care of you<br />I'll take care of you<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-92176074776956027402010-04-30T12:36:00.000-07:002010-04-30T12:36:00.548-07:00Roky Erickson - It's A Cold Night For Alligators<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9hCNqamHoI/AAAAAAAALbQ/BxJla6HEEBo/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9hCNqamHoI/AAAAAAAALbQ/BxJla6HEEBo/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465190950305668738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/olko1uh656" target="_blank">Roky Erickson - It's A Cold Night For Alligators</a><br /><br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />It's a cold night for dogs<br />The dogs choke on their barking<br />When they see alligator persons in the bog and fog<br /><br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />When men turn into them in the night<br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />It's a cold night for their might<br /><br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />Hiding behind the trees with moss<br />Forever hear the swamp birds screaming<br />Forever in loss<br /><br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />In the blend<br />It's a cold night for alligators<br />A perfect monster has no end<br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-88422316377898903912010-04-29T12:36:00.000-07:002010-04-29T12:36:00.918-07:00Gang Gang Dance - House Jam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9g5WybSR4I/AAAAAAAALbA/8bQSVcDrVb8/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9g5WybSR4I/AAAAAAAALbA/8bQSVcDrVb8/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465181211470219138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/93vshog8jo" target="_blank">Gang Gang Dance - House Jam</a><br /><br />One with the light shined on them<br />How quickly the glamor fades<br />Spread spreading out my stone wings<br />Why I, I become the storm<br /><br />The finest marble<br />Like a raven heading for the sun<br />Spread spreading out my stone wings<br />Why I, I become the storm<br /><br />Forth from the river with the yellow tide<br />Don't get toothed at the cliffs<br />I'm sad, sad about something<br />And there's no soul left to grate here<br />Like overstaying<br />A welcome that has been denied<br />Take me to the opium benign<br />Where the light took time<br /><br />Ahh steamrollers paved over life<br />All i can say is what a pim it's been<br /><br />Will the clouds carry my tears to you<br />Carry my tears to you<br />Carry my tears<br /><br />Will the clouds carry my tears to you<br />Carry my tears to you<br />Carry my tears<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-10790823277317593352010-04-27T18:36:00.000-07:002010-04-28T06:45:18.353-07:00The Tallest Man on Earth - Kids on the Run<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9g7o8xbLdI/AAAAAAAALbI/BUYcNYsJ3XU/s1600/bryan+224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9g7o8xbLdI/AAAAAAAALbI/BUYcNYsJ3XU/s400/bryan+224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465183722508332498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/6a3on2xgy1" target="_blank">The Tallest Man on Earth - Kids on the Run</a><br /><br />Oh meet me when the morning fails on the fields of desire<br />Oh meet me when I lost my part in the choir of dusk<br />Where the promise to lead what is right<br />As we both know how fields will turn white<br />And know I will never speak of days<br />Cause I know you wont count them.<br /><br />No we have never grown a day from the poison we shared<br />And we're walking our crooked backs home<br />But will we ever confess what we've done?<br />Guess we're still kids on the run.<br /><br />And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken<br />When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone<br />And the cold sky will write us a song<br />But will we ever confess what we've done?<br />Guess we're still kids on the run<br /><br />And the reflections in their eyes<br />Sure could paint us as killers<br />Oh, I'll be there.<br /><br />And til the terror of our time<br />Could forgive us as lovers<br />Oh, lets break some hearts....<br /><br />And no I will never speak of ways 'cause I know you wont try them<br />But all the weapons raining from the sky will be ours to embrace<br />And the cold sky will write us a song<br />But will we ever confess what we've done<br />Guess we're still kids on the run.<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-89360434272673732092010-04-23T15:52:00.000-07:002010-04-23T15:52:00.501-07:00Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - 1st Of Tha Month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9B1VRpcMwI/AAAAAAAALa0/zcASXAy1lgM/s1600/PICT4525.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9B1VRpcMwI/AAAAAAAALa0/zcASXAy1lgM/s400/PICT4525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995356375331586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.box.net/shared/olko1uh656" target="_blank">Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - 1st Of Tha Month</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">From jumpin' all nights we high</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hit up the block to where? East 99</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I get with my nigga to get me some yayo</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Double up nigga what you need?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We got weed to get P.O.Ded</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Fiend for the green leaves</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">If you can't get away better toss that yayo</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Keep your bankroll</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And you better believe when it's time to grind</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I'm down for mine crime after crime</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">and my nigga we chills foe real</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the mailman</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Foe forty bucks but ain't nobody ride that rita</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hop on the 10 to the click</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And to cash that dum</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I gotta get paid play player holla holla</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Saint Claire got much to offer</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Whether it be weed on 93</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po-po</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Runnin' through the alley and into the melee</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Up on the second the sundown</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Nose run from january on down to december im lovin the first of the month</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">It's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gotta grind gotta get mine</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">In the hood that I claim</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I slang on that double 9-9</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gotta find them dubs</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">What's up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Try to stand on my corner</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Nigga you'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But I gotta save gotta come up</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Put my rocks on the cut</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">When I get high nigga blaze that blunt, huh</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Time to roll to the pad</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Count up my profits and add it to the stash</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But never no shorts no losses</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gotta search the whole block</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Spend a couple of bills</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Instead I kick it with my trues</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But it's the 1st so I'm getting my hustle on</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wanna know did you O.G check come? (She put me down)</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I'm a hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother let's get drunk)</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And I'm coming with blunt after blunt</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Of this skunk</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Nigga T just put me down</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Oh God how I love when the 1st come around</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Now I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">'Cause niggas the 1st to get celebrated</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lookin' all wild cause I'm getting me hair braided</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">We heavy off into this game</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">True to the 1st just call me that pro slang</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">The 1st be the day for the dopeman</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Slangin' that cocaine fool, and I'm working late tonight</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Come come with them ends</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlers in the graveyard shift</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">On the 1st</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up<br /><br /></span></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-35030185516893404872010-04-22T08:33:00.000-07:002010-04-22T08:50:11.970-07:00The O'Jays - Forever Mine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9Bvlp-bnoI/AAAAAAAALas/gfrSb0Q91EQ/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S9Bvlp-bnoI/AAAAAAAALas/gfrSb0Q91EQ/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462989040713965186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by paul bourke</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/3gx93jvja5" target="_blank">The O'Jays - Forever Mine</a><br /><br />Forever mine<br />All because you’re my kind, oh, baby<br />I got what you want, you got what I want<br />And we were made for each other, ooh<br /><br />Forever mine<br />And I’m so glad ‘cause it gets better with time, oh, girl<br />I like what you like, you like what I like<br />And we were made for each other<br /><br />Oh, baby, you are that someone<br />I’ve been hopin’, I’ve been lookin’ all my days<br />Don’t you ever think about leavin’<br />This heart of mine would be grievin’<br />Don’t go, stay, stay<br /><br />Forever mine<br />Ah, we’re, we’re one of a kind, mmm, mmm, ooh, ooh, baby girl<br />I need what you need, you need what I need<br />And we were made for each other, ooh, oh, girl<br /><br />Oh, baby, I wanna love you<br />Love you so, make it good right down to the bone, to the bone<br />‘Cause it’s you I’m thinkin’ about pleasin’<br />Give you all the love you’re needin’<br />Don’t go (Please), stay (Stay), stay<br /><br />Forever mine<br />‘Cause you and me, we get along just fine, ah, baby<br />I got what you want (Good lovin’), you got what I want (Good lovin’)<br />And we were made for each other<br /><br />Ha...we’ve been around<br />And I had a loves and I know you had a lot of loves too<br />But I ain’t never had nobody<br />That do the things you do<br /><br />We go together<br />Well, like birds in the trees<br />Empty in a world of troubles, girl<br />If you wasn’t here with me, stay<br /><br />Forever mine, oh<br />‘Cause, ‘cause you’re my kind, ooh, ooh, baby, baby, baby girl<br />You know that I like what you like (Good love), you like what I like (Good lovin’)<br />Hey...we belong together, ooh, baby, oh, baby, you<br /><br />I got what you want, you got what I want<br />And we were made for each other, for each other, girl, oh, oh, oh, girl<br />You know that I like what you like, you like what I like<br />We were made for each other, girl, for each other, baby<br /><br />I got what you want so don’t you ever think about leavin’<br />Oh, baby, oh, girl, I like what you like<br />‘Cause it’s you I’m thinkin’ about pleasin’<br />Ooh, ooh, baby, oh, girl, oh, girl<br /><br />I know that ever think about leavin’ (I need good lovin’)<br />Oh, baby, oh, baby ‘cause (And if you need me)<br />You I’m thinkin’ about pleasin’<br />Oh, baby, I...<br /><br />Ever think about leavin’<br />Don’t do it (Don’t do it), don’t do it (Oh, baby)<br />You I’m thinkin’ about pleasin’<br />I...oh...don’t you ever think about leavin’<br /><br />(Don’t do it) Don’t do it, baby<br />(Don’t do it )<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-75496350024000356602010-04-16T15:21:00.000-07:002010-04-16T15:21:00.928-07:00Mclusky - She Will Only Bring You Happiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76eFzCFEKI/AAAAAAAALaM/NGB9HDr7vaY/s1600/DSCN1747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76eFzCFEKI/AAAAAAAALaM/NGB9HDr7vaY/s400/DSCN1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457973620855083170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/vv3j4ysu7a" target="_blank">Mclusky - She Will Only Bring You Happiness</a><br /><br />Note to self, be erect by half-past ten<br />Be strong, be proud, be able, be charmed<br />Be extended, be in motion, be at loggerheads with chris<br />Like chris was crisp, like chris was crisp<br /><br />Show yourself, show! show!<br /><br />All the sea was coal, coal, coal!<br />All the sea was coal, coal, coal!<br />All the sea was coal, coal!<br />She started wondering, where is the profit here?<br /><br />Note to invading aliens, avoid this town<br />Like this town avoided us<br />Like murder stalked the valley where this woman used to live<br />Bathe and breathe and be murdered<br />Bathe and breathe and be murdered<br />Like chris was crisp, like chris was crisp, was crisp<br /><br />Show yourself, show! show!<br /><br />All the sea was coal! coal! coal!<br />All the sea was coal! coal! coal!<br />All the sea was coal!<br />She started wondering, where is the profit here?<br /><br />Our old singer is a sex criminal<br />Our old singer is a sex criminal<br /><br />All the sea was coal! coal! coal!<br />All the sea was coal! coal! coal!<br />All the sea was coal!<br />She started wondering, where is the profit here?<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-58666705673155709052010-04-15T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-15T15:36:00.307-07:00Sade - By Your Side<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76akVM4GfI/AAAAAAAALaE/Z586jf8pKn8/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76akVM4GfI/AAAAAAAALaE/Z586jf8pKn8/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457969747376740850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/bkvoajch1b" target="_blank">Sade - By Your Side</a><br /><br />You think I'd leave your side baby?<br />You know me better than that<br />You think I'd leave down when your down on your knees?<br />I wouldn't do that<br /><br />I'll do you right when your wrong<br />I, ohhh, ohhh<br /><br />If only you could see into me<br /><br />oh, when your cold<br />I'll be there to hold you tight to me<br />When your on the outside baby and you can't get in<br />I will show you, your so much better than you know<br />When your lost, when your alone and you can't get back again<br />I will find you darling I'll bring you home<br /><br />If you want to cry<br />I am here to dry your eyes<br />and in no time you'll be fine<br /><br />You think I'd leave your side baby<br />You know me better than that<br />You think I'd leave you down when your down on your kness<br />I wouldn't do that<br /><br />I'll do you right when your wrong<br />I, ohhhh, ohhh<br /><br />If only you could see into me<br /><br />Oh when your cold<br />I'll be there<br />To hold you tight to me<br />Oh when your alone<br />I'll be there by your side baby<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-1475205369647275342010-04-14T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-14T15:36:00.194-07:00Pure - The Hammock<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76ZBO6RS5I/AAAAAAAALZ0/Y17CpWa2FmM/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76ZBO6RS5I/AAAAAAAALZ0/Y17CpWa2FmM/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457968044881038226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by jim hunt<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/fpuju3ajmu" target="_blank">Pure - The Hammock</a><br /><br />Hey hey<br />You stole my bike, so I broke your nose<br />You said my mom was better looking than your mom<br />Who knows<br />We stare at the sun a little closer<br />Pretty colors are taking over<br />But down by the swings that hang out low<br />We'll be real low<br /><br />Hanging out<br />Hanging ow-ow-ow-ow-out<br />Hanging out<br />Hanging out<br /><br />Hey hey<br />And you crashed my car<br />So I took the blame<br />We fixed it up and then you crashed it again<br />And again<br />And we moved apart and got all weird<br />And I went out searching and you stayed back here<br />The hammock fell over<br />Had no place to stay<br />And nobody's noticed you passed away<br /><br />Hanging out<br />Hanging ow-ow-ow-out<br />Hanging out<br />Hanging out<br /><br />We're hanging out<br />I'm sick of hanging out<br />Come on now hang out<br />Come on now hang out<br />Hanging out<br /><br />Hanging out<br />Hanging out<br />Hanging out<br />Hanging out<br />I'm sick of hanging out<br />We'll figure it out<br />And we're standing at the gate<br />And I can't get in, I'm too late<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-81229707615409791372010-04-13T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-13T15:36:00.580-07:00Sleigh Bells - Ring Ring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76WIFhDxeI/AAAAAAAALZs/NbPKtEu6YRk/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76WIFhDxeI/AAAAAAAALZs/NbPKtEu6YRk/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457964864083576290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/paau143lou" target="_blank">Sleigh Bells - Ring Ring</a><br /><br />Have a heart, have a heart, have a heart<br />Sixteen six six six like the pentagon<br />We are the river flow<br />And you can never know<br />You're just a weatherman<br />We make the wind blow<br /><br />Keep thinking about every straight face yes<br />Wonder what your boyfriend thinks about your braces<br />What about them<br />I'm all about them<br />Six such straight As<br />Cut em in the bathroom<br /><br />So this is it then?<br />You're here to win friends<br />Click click saddle up see you on the moon then<br />And all our old friends<br />Pick up their phones then<br />Ring ring call them up<br />Tell them about the new trends<br /><br />Have a heart, have a heart, have a heart<br />Sixteen six six six like a heart attack<br />We form a ?<br />And I'm aware of that<br />But we could fist fight drunk like the parent trap<br /><br />Keep thinking about every straight face yes<br />Wonder what your boyfriend thinks about your braces<br />We never ?<br />And you can see me<br />We fell asleep in the middle of the fury<br /><br />So this is it then?<br />You're here to win friends<br />Click click saddle up see you on the moon then<br />And all our old friends<br />Pick up their phones then<br />Ring ring call them up<br />Tell them about the new trends<br /><br />So this is it then?<br />You're here to win friends<br />Click click saddle up see you on the moon then<br />And all our old friends<br />Pick up their phones then<br />Ring ring call them up<br />Tell them about the new trends<br /><br />Have a heart, have a heart, have a heart<br />Sixteen six six six like the pentagon<br />We are the river flow<br />And you can never know<br />You're just a weatherman<br />We make the wind blow<br /><br />Keep thinking about every straight face yes<br />Wonder what your boyfriend thinks about your braces<br />What about them<br />I'm all about them<br />Six such straight As<br />Cut em in the bathroom<br /><br />So this is it then?<br />You're here to win friends<br />Click click saddle up see you on the moon then<br />And all our old friends<br />Pick up their phones then<br />Ring ring call them up<br />Tell them about the new trends<br /><br />So this is it then?<br />You're here to win friends<br />Click click saddle up see you on the moon then<br />And all our old friends<br />Pick up their phones then<br />Ring ring call them up<br />Tell them about the new trends<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-15686003291108478562010-04-12T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-12T15:36:00.830-07:00The Monks - Pretty Suzanne<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76Vbzudd2I/AAAAAAAALZk/M-fggyjufE0/s1600/IMG_0290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76Vbzudd2I/AAAAAAAALZk/M-fggyjufE0/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457964103393703778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/zanqlpeopj" target="_blank">The Monks - Pretty Suzanne</a><br /><br />Please, please love me<br />Why don’t you love me?<br />Please, please love me<br />Why don’t you love me?<br /><br />Oh, I want your love girl<br />More than all the world<br />When ya gonna give, don't you wanna live<br />Love me<br />Don't think you dare, do you really care<br />Love me<br />Oh, I want your love girl<br />More than all the world<br />When ya gonna give, don't you wanna live<br />Love me<br />I don't think you dare, do you really care<br />Love me<br /><br />Please, please love me<br />Why don’t you love me?<br />Please, please love me<br />Why don’t you love me?<br /><br />Please, please love me<br />Why don’t you love me?<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br /><br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br />Oh, pretty Suzanne<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-48840532642631746112010-04-10T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-10T15:36:00.603-07:00Dramarama - Anything, Anything (I'll Give You)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76TUzDrMrI/AAAAAAAALZc/rTS-73cqddU/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76TUzDrMrI/AAAAAAAALZc/rTS-73cqddU/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457961783931908786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/elb56og9g5" target="_blank">Dramarama - Anything, Anything (I'll Give You)</a><br /><br />Oh, gee, what is it tonight?<br />At least just tell me what the hell is wrong,<br />Do you want to eat, do you want to sleep, do you want to drown?<br />Just settle down, settle down, settle down...<br />I'll give you give candy, give you diamonds, give you pills,<br />Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills,<br />I'll even let you watch the shows you want to see,<br />Just marry me, marry me, marry me...<br /><br />I'm so sick of you tonight,<br />You never stay awake when I get home,<br />Is something wrong with me, something wrong with you?<br />I really wish I knew, wish I knew, wish I knew...<br />I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills,<br />Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills,<br />I even let you watch the shows you want to see,<br />Because you married me, married me, married me...<br /><br />When I was young I learned a game,<br />Where love and happiness were the same,<br />Now I'm older and I don't play,<br />I found out the hardest way,<br />I got wasted, she got mad, called me names and she called her dad,<br />He got crazy and I did too, wondered what I did to you.<br />I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills,<br />Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills,<br />I even let you hear the songs I want to sing,<br />I'll give you anything, anything, anything...<br />I'll give you anything, anything, anything<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-11394045697219481932010-04-09T15:36:00.000-07:002010-04-09T15:36:00.734-07:00New Edition - If It Isn't Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76RYEuTiiI/AAAAAAAALZU/uh1uwurHjrE/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76RYEuTiiI/AAAAAAAALZU/uh1uwurHjrE/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457959641190468130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/m8azgfhqy4" target="_blank">New Edition - If It Isn't Love</a><br /><br />I don't love her<br />I tried to tell myself<br />But you can see it in my eyes<br />So don't deny I can't fool no one else<br />The truth is in the tears I cry<br /><br />Cause if it isn't love<br />Why do I feel this way<br />Why does she stay on my mind<br />And if it isn't love<br />Why does it hurt so bad<br />Make me feel so sad inside<br />If it isn't love<br /><br />I told her I'd never fall in love<br />But now I know better<br />How does it feel I can't describe this feelin'<br />That came when I saw her last night<br />She got to me<br />I'll let you know the reason I saw her with another guy<br /><br />So if it isn't love<br />Why do I feel this way<br />Why does she stay on my mind<br />And if it isn't love<br />Why does it hurt so bad<br />Make me feel so sad inside<br /><br />And if it isn't love<br />Why do I feel this way<br />Why does she stay on my mind<br />And if it isn't love<br />Why does it hurt so bad<br />Make me feel so sad inside<br />If it isn't love<br /><br />Maybe she'll take me back<br />(Hey girl he's begging)<br />I made a big mistake<br />(Won't you forgive him girl)<br />Now I can feel it<br />(He's never felt before)<br />I really love her<br />(You love her? What!?)<br /><br />I took my heart<br />To shatter in a thousand pieces<br />Before I'd ever drop my pride<br />Losing love worrying about my image<br />Really helped me realize<br /><br />If it isn't love<br />Why do I feel this way<br />Why does she stay on my mind<br />And if it isn't love<br />Why does it hurt so bad<br />Make me feel so sad inside<br />If it isn't love<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-34476331352865232492010-04-08T17:50:00.000-07:002010-04-08T19:20:22.065-07:00Sally Seltmann - Harmony to My Heartbeat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76Ordbk1uI/AAAAAAAALZM/FqRdRcK-Rgs/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/S76Ordbk1uI/AAAAAAAALZM/FqRdRcK-Rgs/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457956675705427682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/84kf5qedlq" target="_blank">Sally Seltmann - Harmony to My Heartbeat</a><br /><br />Dreams that come and go<br />This is one that I found forever I know<br />Been crossing my fingers and always hoping for it to come true<br /><br />Waiting for the train<br />I can see a face in the distance again<br />Got a little dream that's become a friend and a reality<br /><br />And I'm running just as fast as I can to tell you the news<br />We can do this together, we can, yeah me and you<br />When you hold me I can see<br />This is exactly where I wanna be<br />You're the harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br /><br />Dreams that come and go<br />But I just kept doing what I loved, even though<br />All I ever wished for was out of breath, running so slow<br /><br />I found the lock and the key<br />Now I can be everything I've wanted to be<br />Got a little dream that's become a friend for the melody<br /><br />And I'm running just as fast as I can to tell you the news<br />We can do this together, we can, yeah me and you<br />When you hold me I can see<br />This is exactly where I wanna be<br />You're the harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br /><br />Harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br /><br />When you hold me I can see<br />This is exactly where I wanna be<br />You're the harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br /><br />Harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br />You're the harmony to my heartbeat baby<br /><br />When you hold me I can see<br />This is exactly where I wanna be<br />You're the harmony to my heartbeat, baby<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-10047299067811229132009-12-10T18:07:00.000-08:002009-12-10T18:15:10.006-08:00Frightened Rabbit - My Backwards Walk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SyGqrYDvVBI/AAAAAAAALWQ/N38CHitcmW8/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SyGqrYDvVBI/AAAAAAAALWQ/N38CHitcmW8/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413795889245279250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/paau143lou" target="_blank">Frightened Rabbit - My Backwards Walk</a><br /><br />I'm working on my backwards walk<br />Walking with no shoes or socks<br />And the time rewinds to the end of May<br />I wish we'd never met, then met today<br /><br />I'm working on my faults and cracks<br />Filling in the blanks and gaps<br />And when I write them out they don't make sense<br />I need you to pencil in the rest<br /><br />I'm working on drawing a straight line<br />And I'll draw until I get one right<br />It's bold and dark girl, can't you see<br />I done drawn a line between you and me<br /><br />I'm working on erasing you<br />Just don't have the proper tools<br />I'll get hammered, forget that you exist<br />There's no way I'm forgetting this<br /><br />I'm working hard on walking out<br />Shoes keep sticking to the ground<br />My clothes won't let me close the door<br />Cause the trousers seem to love your floor<br /><br />I been working on my backwards walk<br />There's nowhere else for me to go<br />Except back to you just one last time<br />Say yes before I change my mind<br />Say yes before I...<br /><br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br />You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-26162106047287851662009-12-06T11:27:00.000-08:002009-12-06T11:50:06.825-08:00Bobby Vee - Take Good Care of My Baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxwKdZ1Na6I/AAAAAAAALVs/KuvvYSpAUaw/s1600-h/IMG_0348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxwKdZ1Na6I/AAAAAAAALVs/KuvvYSpAUaw/s400/IMG_0348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412212352459041698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/b2kymz3fn2" target="_blank">Bobby Vee - Take Good Care of My Baby</a><br /><br />My tears are fallin' 'cause you've taken her away<br />And though it really hurts me so<br />There's something that I've gotta say<br /><br />Take good care of my baby<br />Please don't ever make her blue<br />Just tell her that you love her<br />Make sure you're thinking of her<br />In everything you say and do<br /><br />Aww, take good care of my baby<br />Now don't you ever make her cry<br />Just let your love surround her<br />Paint a rainbow all around her<br />Don't let her see a cloudy sky<br /><br />Once upon a time that little girl was mine<br />If I'd been true, I know she'd never be with you<br /><br />So, take good care of my baby<br />Be just as kind as you can be<br />And if you should discover<br />That you don't really love her<br />Just send my baby back home to me<br /><br />Well, take good care of my baby<br />Be just as kind as you can be<br />And if you should discover<br />That you don't really love her<br />Just send my baby back home to me<br /><br />Aww, take good care of my baby<br />Well, take good care of my baby<br />Just, take good care of my baby<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-80512608475199766672009-12-04T00:27:00.000-08:002009-12-04T00:35:24.436-08:00Galaxie 500 - Blue Thunder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxjJMNWWgfI/AAAAAAAALVk/D4TsIK69s8w/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxjJMNWWgfI/AAAAAAAALVk/D4TsIK69s8w/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411296163864674802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/neleiay7st" target="_blank">Galaxie 500 - Blue Thunder</a><br /><br />Thinkin' of blue thunder<br />Singin' to myself<br />Thinkin' how fast it moves<br />Feelin how it turns<br />I was singin' somethin<br />Out on Route 128<br />Thinkin how blue it looks<br />Singin out aloud<br /><br />My my blue thunder<br />My my blue thunder<br />My my blue thunder<br />Singin' out aloud<br /><br />My my blue thunder<br /><br />My my blue thunder<br />My my blue thunder<br />Singin' out aloud<br /><br />I'll drive so far away<br />I'll drive so far away<br />I'll drive so far away<br />I'll drive so far away<br /><br />Blue thunder<br />Blue thunder<br />Blue thunder<br />Blue thunder<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-23763002057628903332009-12-01T16:27:00.000-08:002009-12-01T16:49:13.244-08:00Jim Croce - Operator<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxW5Lxb17MI/AAAAAAAALVc/hN2u65yiPc8/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxW5Lxb17MI/AAAAAAAALVc/hN2u65yiPc8/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410434139255336130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.box.net/shared/njskiihhkx" target="_blank">Jim Croce - Operator</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Operator, well could you help me place this call?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Isn't that the way they say it goes?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Well, let's forget all that</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And give me the number if you can find it</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I only wish my words could just convince myself</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">That it just wasn't real</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But that's not the way it feels</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Operator, could you help me place this call?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I think about a love that I thought would save me</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Isn't that the way they say it goes?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Well, let's forget all that</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And give me the number if you can find it</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I only wish my words could just convince myself</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">That it just wasn't real</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But that's not the way it feels</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Operator, let's forget about this call</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">You see there's no one there I really wanted to talk to</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And you can keep the dime</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Isn't that the way they say it goes?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Well, let's forget all that</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">And give me the number if you can find it</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I only wish my words could just convince myself</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">That it just wasn't real</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">But that's not the way it feels<br /><br /></span></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-59571627256212527482009-11-27T22:18:00.000-08:002009-11-28T00:17:22.726-08:00Gucci Crew II - Sally (That Girl)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxDcEp51w7I/AAAAAAAALVU/PLEtS6FAJtU/s1600/DSCN1707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SxDcEp51w7I/AAAAAAAALVU/PLEtS6FAJtU/s400/DSCN1707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409065124998005682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/23bk9uxcm6" target="_blank">Gucci Crew II - Sally (That Girl)</a><br /><br />1, 2, 3<br />And I woke up early this morning and I went to the 5 and dime<br />I saw this pretty young lady that was real, real fine<br />I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Mmm, mmm, excuse me, ma’am”<br />She pulled down her pants and said, “Splack these hands”<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, that girl<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />So we walked her to her house, as she opened up the door<br />It was heart-shaped bed in the middle of the floor<br />She pushed me on the bed and this you can bet<br />In between her legs was real, real wet<br />So I grabbed her by her thighs and I moved up truly<br />She jumped off the bed and said, “Don’t touch my booty<br />Don’t touch my booty ‘cause I won’t touch you<br />Don’t touch my booty ‘cause it’s not the thing to do”<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />So we bailed out her house just to get something to eat<br />We saw her friend named Patty walkin’ down the street<br />Patty turned around as we yelled out her name<br />She dropped to her knee and began to sing<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />Sally is a girl that likes to play<br />And if you want some lovin’ Sally is okay<br />She has a different fellow every day of the week<br />Two or maybe three just to make it sweet<br />Sally wants a man she can call her own<br />And sixty-seven hundred she can call on the phone<br />Sally’s never tired and she’s never alone<br />All Sally wants is a fellow with a room<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />Whoa…oh…oh…oh…<br />Sally, whew, that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that-that-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that girl-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that girl-that girl-that girl-that girl [Sally] (Sally)[Sally]<br />That-that-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />Wait a second, get the party started<br />Gucci’s here to put the love in your body<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)<br />That-that-that-that-that girl<br />That-that-that-that girl<br />That-that girl, that-that girl<br />That girl (Sally, Sally) [Sally]<br />(Sally)<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-44755998523969084012009-11-25T18:55:00.000-08:002009-11-25T19:18:59.906-08:00Liz Phair - Divorce Song<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/Sw3zKMzwi4I/AAAAAAAALVE/k23_tcVUaPM/s1600/DSCN1700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/Sw3zKMzwi4I/AAAAAAAALVE/k23_tcVUaPM/s400/DSCN1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408246084104391554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/d48grqeij7" target="_blank">Liz Phair - Divorce Song</a><br /><br />And when I asked for a separate room<br />It was late at night, and we'd been driving since noon<br />But if I'd known how that would sound to you<br />I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life<br />Just to prove I was right<br />That it's harder to be friends than lovers<br />And you shouldn't try to mix the two<br />'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy<br />Then you know that the problem is you<br />And it's true that I stole your lighter<br />And it's also true that I lost the map<br />But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to<br />I had to take your word on that<br />But if you'd known how that would sound to me<br />You would have taken it back<br />And boxed it up and buried it in the ground<br />Boxed it up and buried it in the ground<br />Boxed it up and buried it in the ground<br />Burned it up and thrown it away<br />You put in my hands a loaded gun<br />And then told me not to fire it<br />When you did the things you said were up to me<br />And then accused me of trying to fuck it up<br />But you've never been a waste of my time<br />It's never been a drag<br />So take a deep breath and count back from ten<br />And maybe you'll be alright<br />And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead<br />But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am<br />But you've never been a waste of my time<br />It's never been a drag<br />So take a deep breath and count back from ten<br />And maybe you'll be alright<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-33482674888984470002009-11-19T17:35:00.000-08:002009-11-19T17:44:18.477-08:00Los Campesinos - The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SwX0DhG1RJI/AAAAAAAALU4/EvdeoNbWwFs/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SwX0DhG1RJI/AAAAAAAALU4/EvdeoNbWwFs/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405995268991960210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/burfnka6xg" target="_blank">Los Campesinos - The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future</a><br /><br />I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip<br />I said “you’ve taken the diet too far<br />you have got to let it slip”<br />But she’s not eating again<br />She’s not eating again<br />She’s not eating again<br />She’s not eating again.<br />I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate<br />I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.<br />She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said<br />Believe a word she said.<br />At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation<br />From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic.<br />She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions<br />In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.<br />She said one day to leave her<br />Sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide<br />To drag her to the ocean<br />To another sea’s shore.<br />This thing hurts like hell<br />But what did you expect?<br /><br />And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart<br />And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course<br />But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me<br />Five hundred behind<br />A thousand years in perfect symmetry<br /><br />Best known left wrist right finger<br />Through all the Southern States<br />On every video games machine they call her triple A.<br />There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking<br />The chat show host<br />He joked “you have to wait for the government program”.<br />You talk about your politics<br />And I wonder if you could be one of them<br />But you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.<br />A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea<br />With the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier<br />You may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away<br />And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey<br />So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world<br />But to the left side and the right side<br />Either way is a crazy golf course.<br />The sea is a good place to think of the future.<br /><br />And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart<br />And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course<br />But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me<br />Five hundred behind<br />A thousand years in perfect symmetry<br />A thousand years no getting rid of me<br />A thousand years in perfect symmetry.<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-38794882713378308302009-11-17T18:05:00.000-08:002009-11-17T18:21:00.315-08:00Silkworm - Nerves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SwNZq7vjYKI/AAAAAAAALUw/KDg7FkE_ZFw/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SwNZq7vjYKI/AAAAAAAALUw/KDg7FkE_ZFw/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405262571901247650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/rpjpj0sou1" target="_blank">Silkworm - Nerves</a><br /><br />No more simple tunes<br />No more easy poon<br />It takes so many millions to get laid<br /><br />So many fools<br />It's time to lose the tools<br />I said give 'em hell boys on the Nile<br /><br />Goddamn the circumstance<br />that brought me here<br />and goddamn you my friends<br /><br />I'm wading through the herds<br />Choke on my dying words<br />Time at the mission thanking myself</span><br /><br /></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-73663233885480233822009-06-18T12:44:00.000-07:002009-06-22T16:43:38.558-07:00Sharon Van Etten - Much More Than That<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SkAXHSgSLQI/AAAAAAAAK_4/DVylFAxazTA/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SkAXHSgSLQI/AAAAAAAAK_4/DVylFAxazTA/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350301771309919490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.box.net/shared/fxqdxd81mt" target="_blank">Sharon Van Etten - Much More Than That</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Please don’t take me lightly </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I mean every word</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whichever way you’d like to place them</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One day I’ll be a better writer</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I’ll make every face</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That I’ll never perfectly phrase</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That I’ll never perfectly phrase</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You reach for my hand slowly</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I didn’t pull away</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We did not have to be lips to face</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My toe hit your toe lightly</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your toe met my heel right back</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And I don’t think I need much more than that</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And I don’t think I need much more than that</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You look at me so slyly </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But only when I’m smiling</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Every other time your head looks down</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I saw and then I frowned</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I write this moment down</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">‘Cause I cannot paint pictures with my tongue</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No I cannot paint pictures with my tongue<br /><br /></span></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-9889277169396114502009-06-16T04:09:00.000-07:002009-06-16T04:09:00.324-07:00Dan Deacon - Snookered<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SjbXID_BECI/AAAAAAAAK00/oXiqVrg9W54/s1600-h/DSCN1615.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SjbXID_BECI/AAAAAAAAK00/oXiqVrg9W54/s400/DSCN1615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347698141057585186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/sdecb8217v" target="_blank">Dan Deacon - Snookered</a><br /><br />Been 'round this road so many times<br />Feel like it's skin is part of mine<br />This taste of milk is almost gone<br />Still got my shame, but not for long<br />Been wrong so many times before<br />But never quite like this<br />And oh<br />It rained...<br />But the rain all turned to piss<br /><br />I hope to make it home one day<br />I doubt that day will come<br />I know, I know<br />Life is on our own<br /><br /></span></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401019690402426430.post-24861425033694614652009-06-15T15:46:00.000-07:002009-06-15T15:58:14.207-07:00Red Red Meat - Gauze<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SjbRtha6nGI/AAAAAAAAK0s/FDYkJVCxq20/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sClMLjBrT9c/SjbRtha6nGI/AAAAAAAAK0s/FDYkJVCxq20/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347692187544624226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.box.net/shared/qbqlsv37e4" target="_blank">Red Red Meat - Gauze</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Medicated dull, your attention</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Dry winter miles, diamonds and glass</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Cheaters hands, you never take care you never take care, stars are out</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Spilling from afraid of flying</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Trembling planes, diamonds and glass</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Mink eyed, marble eyed</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">In the gauze, in the weeds</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">By the drain, red on pale</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">There’s a nail by the vent</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sweet for your heel, in the gauze marble eyed, waiting there</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Kiss your mouth to shut you up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Crossed and lowered</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Cheaters fine, wings on fire</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">The stars are out</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Whisper stung in the wires</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">All you steal, you never take care</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Mink eyed, marble eyed</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">In the gauze, in the weeds</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">By the drain, red on pale</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">There’s a nail by the vent</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sweet for your heel, in the gauze marble eyed, waiting there</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Kiss your mouth to shut you up</span></span><br /><br /></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11700752971335106105noreply@blogger.com0