<?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-24330542</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:36.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><subtitle type='html'>i may not make it... but i make it mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-3560502885682654108</id><published>2007-09-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:14:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart of the matter</title><content type='html'>Don Henley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call today, I didnt wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that it would come&lt;br /&gt;An old, true friend of ours was talkin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She said youd found someone&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of all the bad luck,&lt;br /&gt;And the struggles we went through&lt;br /&gt;And how I lost me and you lost you&lt;br /&gt;What are these voices outside loves open door&lt;br /&gt;Make us throw off our contentment&lt;br /&gt;And beg for something more? &lt;br /&gt;Im learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I knew, Im learning again&lt;br /&gt;Ive been tryin to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think its about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you dont love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;These times are so uncertain&lt;br /&gt;Theres a yearning undefined&lt;br /&gt;And people filled with rage&lt;br /&gt;We all need a little tenderness&lt;br /&gt;How can love survive in such a graceless age? &lt;br /&gt;The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness&lt;br /&gt;Theyre the very things - we kill I guess&lt;br /&gt;Pride and competition&lt;br /&gt;Cannot fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;And the work I put between us&lt;br /&gt;You know it doesnt keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;Im learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And the more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought Id figured out&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn again&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But everything changes&lt;br /&gt;And my friends seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think its about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you dont love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;There are people in your life whove come and gone&lt;br /&gt;They let you down you know they hurt your pride&lt;br /&gt;You better put it all behind you baby; life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You keep carryin that anger; itll eat you up inside, baby&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my thought seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think its about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you dont love me&lt;br /&gt;Ive been tryin to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;Because the flesh will get weak&lt;br /&gt;And the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;So Im thinkin about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you dont love me&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness - baby&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, you dont love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-3560502885682654108?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3560502885682654108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=3560502885682654108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/3560502885682654108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/3560502885682654108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2007/09/don-henley-heart-of-matter.html' title='heart of the matter'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-2909790205555967626</id><published>2007-03-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:50:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>landslide</title><content type='html'>(dixie chicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love&lt;br /&gt;And I took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain &lt;br /&gt;And I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my reflection&lt;br /&gt;in a snow covered hill&lt;br /&gt;Well the Landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mirror in the sky what is love&lt;br /&gt;Can a child within my heart rise above&lt;br /&gt;Can I sail through the changing ocean tides&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ah ... uh ah .... uh ah ...&lt;br /&gt;uh ah ... uh ah ....uh ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes bolder&lt;br /&gt;Children get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I build my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes bolder&lt;br /&gt;Well Children get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take this love and take it down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and if you climb a Mountain and ya turn around&lt;br /&gt;And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;Well the landslide brought me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe... Well maybe... Well maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landslide will bring you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-2909790205555967626?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2909790205555967626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=2909790205555967626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/2909790205555967626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/2909790205555967626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2007/03/landslide.html' title='landslide'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-116736499221168421</id><published>2006-12-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:03:12.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs. robinson</title><content type='html'>Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you more than you will know.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven holds a place for those who pray,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you more than you will know.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven holds a place for those who pray,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes.&lt;br /&gt;Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you more than you will know.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven holds a place for those who pray,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the candidate's debate.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh about it, shout about it&lt;br /&gt;When you've got to choose&lt;br /&gt;Every way you look at this you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,&lt;br /&gt;Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.&lt;br /&gt;What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;Jotting Joe has left and gone away,&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-116736499221168421?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/116736499221168421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=116736499221168421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/116736499221168421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/116736499221168421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/12/mrs-robinson.html' title='mrs. robinson'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-115811184709812887</id><published>2006-09-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:44:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here</title><content type='html'>[pink floyd]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? &lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground. &lt;br /&gt;What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-115811184709812887?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115811184709812887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=115811184709812887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/115811184709812887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/115811184709812887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish-you-were-here.html' title='wish you were here'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-115038120803803874</id><published>2006-06-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:20:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>precious illusions</title><content type='html'>(alanis morissette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll rescue me right?&lt;br /&gt;In the exact same way they never did..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy right?&lt;br /&gt;When your healing powers kick in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll complete me right?&lt;br /&gt;Then my life can finally begin&lt;br /&gt;I'll be worthy right?&lt;br /&gt;Only when you realize the gem I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this won't work now the way it once did&lt;br /&gt;And I won't keep it up even though I would love to&lt;br /&gt;Once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't keep on playing the victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These precious illusions in my head did not let me down&lt;br /&gt;When I was defenseless&lt;br /&gt;And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ring will help me yet as will you knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;This pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this won't work as well as the way it once did&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss&lt;br /&gt;And though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't keep on playing the victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so long firmly looking outside me&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so much time living in survival mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't work now the way it once did&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I want to deside between servival and bliss&lt;br /&gt;Now I know who I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I don't I still don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't keep on playing the victom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These precious illusions in my head did not let me down&lt;br /&gt;When I was defenseless&lt;br /&gt;And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These precious illusions in my head did not let me down&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;And parting with them is like parting with childhood best friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-115038120803803874?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115038120803803874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=115038120803803874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/115038120803803874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/115038120803803874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/precious-illusions.html' title='precious illusions'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-114927466479992781</id><published>2006-06-02T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:57:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons in the sun</title><content type='html'>(Terry Jacks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you my trusted friend&lt;br /&gt;We've known each other since we were nine or ten&lt;br /&gt;Together we climbed hills and trees&lt;br /&gt;Learned of love and A B C's&lt;br /&gt;Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend it's hard to die&lt;br /&gt;When all the birds are singing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Now that the spring is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Think of me and I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the hills that we climbed were just seasons&lt;br /&gt;Out of time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Papa please pray for me&lt;br /&gt;I was the black sheep of the family&lt;br /&gt;You tried to teach me right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Too much wine and too much song&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Papa its hard to die &lt;br /&gt;When all the birds are singing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Now that the spring is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Little children everywhere&lt;br /&gt;When you see them I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the wine and the song like the seasons &lt;br /&gt;Have all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the wine and the song like the seasons &lt;br /&gt;Have all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Michelle my little one&lt;br /&gt;You gave me love and helped me find the sun&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I was down&lt;br /&gt;You would always come around&lt;br /&gt;And get my feet back on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die &lt;br /&gt;When all the birds are singing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Now that the spring is in the air&lt;br /&gt;With the flowers everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could both be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the stars we could reach&lt;br /&gt;Were just starfish on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the stars we could reach&lt;br /&gt;Were just starfish on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the wine and the song like the seasons&lt;br /&gt;Have all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the hills that we climbed were just seasons&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-114927466479992781?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114927466479992781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=114927466479992781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114927466479992781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114927466479992781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/seasons-in-sun.html' title='seasons in the sun'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-114886996716679942</id><published>2006-05-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:32:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we move along</title><content type='html'>(all-american rejects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone sins&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day when you've lost yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Could be a night when your life ends&lt;br /&gt;Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving&lt;br /&gt;All the pain held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong we move along&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong, we move along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-114886996716679942?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114886996716679942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=114886996716679942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114886996716679942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114886996716679942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-move-along.html' title='we move along'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-114676597080699054</id><published>2006-05-04T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:06:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me one reason</title><content type='html'>(Tracy Chapman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;But you got to make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I called you, I called too many times&lt;br /&gt;You can call me baby, you can call me anytime&lt;br /&gt;But you got to call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;But you got to make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to hold me and rock me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too old to go chasing you around&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my precious energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want leave you lonely&lt;br /&gt;But you got to make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just give me one reason - Give me just one reason why&lt;br /&gt;Baby just give me one reason - &lt;br /&gt;Give me just one reason why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Because I told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no more to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-114676597080699054?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114676597080699054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=114676597080699054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114676597080699054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114676597080699054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/05/give-me-one-reason.html' title='give me one reason'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-114573454281650218</id><published>2006-04-22T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:35:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody weird like me</title><content type='html'>(red hot chili peppers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freakiest show i know&lt;br /&gt;Is the show of my own&lt;br /&gt;Living my life in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of the twilight zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust my britches&lt;br /&gt;Bless my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;Walking totem pole&lt;br /&gt;Look and see i think you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;Nobody weird like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercourse with a porpoise&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream for me&lt;br /&gt;Hell bent on inventing&lt;br /&gt;A new species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust my britches&lt;br /&gt;Bless my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;Walking totem pole&lt;br /&gt;Look and see i think you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;Nobody weird like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding down the path&lt;br /&gt;On the back of a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;Me and the giraffe laughed&lt;br /&gt;Cause i passed some gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust my britches&lt;br /&gt;Bless my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak of nature&lt;br /&gt;Walking totem pole&lt;br /&gt;Look and see i think you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;Nobody weird like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted as a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;That my life is a dream&lt;br /&gt;Well everything is never&lt;br /&gt;Just as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freakiest show i know&lt;br /&gt;Is the show of my own&lt;br /&gt;Living my life in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of the twilight zone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-114573454281650218?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114573454281650218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=114573454281650218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114573454281650218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114573454281650218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/2006/04/nobody-weird-like-me.html' title='nobody weird like me'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378516482481095502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/54/117278740_ef367bd4bd_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330542.post-114273998887184386</id><published>2006-03-18T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:52:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad girl</title><content type='html'>(alexandra slate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked one up the other day&lt;br /&gt;does that mean I'm a bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;And if i take of all my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Well that makes me a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if life itself goes to shit?&lt;br /&gt;now that i've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;Well tell me somtething I don't know &lt;br /&gt;'cause I've held off way too long now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not the way you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me responsible&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;Have I fooled the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very, very bad girl&lt;br /&gt;(yeah i'm a bad girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this song for sanity&lt;br /&gt;and it tells me I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;but if he heard this melody&lt;br /&gt;he'd see all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;hold me responsible&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;Have I fooled the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows (no oh) nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very, very bad girl&lt;br /&gt;(Oh I'm a bad girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not the way you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me responsible&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you think I am&lt;br /&gt;Have I fooled the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, (no oh) nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theres no point in you believing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint when I'm deceiving&lt;br /&gt;everybody thinks I'm someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very, very bad girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very, very bad girl.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330542-114273998887184386?l=imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaynotmakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114273998887184386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330542&amp;postID=114273998887184386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330542/posts/default/114273998887184386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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