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		<title>I Remember</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:38:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>alhp</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don&#8217;t let what was get in the way of what&#8217;s next
Don&#8217;t forget
That what&#8217;s to come hasn&#8217;t come yet

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="top" />Please don&#8217;t let what was get in the way of what&#8217;s next<br />
Don&#8217;t forget<br />
That what&#8217;s to come hasn&#8217;t come yet</p>
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		<title>Wake up little eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 06:49:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George Pants</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Is it ever going to stop? I guess that&#8217;s up to you&#8230;&#8221;
I was driving home tonight&#8230;it was somewhat late&#8230;I was tired, ready to go to sleep, driving fast, wanting to get home.
A song came on the stereo that I&#8217;d heard a hundred times before, and thought I knew what it was about, but tonight it was like [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="top" />&#8220;Is it ever going to stop? I guess that&#8217;s up to you&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>I was driving home tonight&#8230;it was somewhat late&#8230;I was tired, ready to go to sleep, driving fast, wanting to get home.</p>
<p>A song came on the stereo that I&#8217;d heard a hundred times before, and thought I knew what it was about, but tonight it was like a brand new song.</p>
<p>In some ways it was like the sky was ripped down and another sky was behind it &#8211; different colored, with new things floating around in it.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s hard to describe something that has nothing to do with words &#8211; but this song crystallized a way of seeing things that I&#8217;ve been gradually moving towards without knowing it. It&#8217;s like a demarcation point.</p>
<p>I think that&#8217;s what TSoS is about &#8211; the reality that music can point to. Or maybe not.</p>
<p>I can be pretty dense at times so it usually takes driving in cars at night to understand things, especially music. </p>
<p>Note: The YouTube video is just some guy&#8217;s homemade video, but it&#8217;s the version off the album.</p>
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<p>Took a walk alone last night<br />
Slept inside your head<br />
It was raining hard again,<br />
crawled back into bed<br />
Tried to catch up to you<br />
But you moved too fast<br />
Thought about a million things<br />
Fell asleep at last</p>
<p>Got up again last night<br />
Tore all over town<br />
Skidding tires screeching brakes<br />
Barely make a sound<br />
We were on a winding road<br />
Going 65<br />
Slid along an icy stretch, made it back alive</p>
<p>Little eyes are open but they don&#8217;t see very far<br />
You can only hurt the ones you love<br />
Not the ones you&#8217;re thinking of<br />
Little eyes are open but they&#8217;re sinking back again<br />
Don&#8217;t you know you&#8217;re sleeping much too long<br />
Wake up little eyes</p>
<p>Moving but not gaining any ground<br />
Climbing up the escalator as it takes you down</p>
<p>Last night I heard this sound<br />
Echoed everywhere<br />
Like a buzzing amplifier<br />
Burning through the air<br />
It&#8217;s still raining hard, you said<br />
Have you any clue?<br />
Is it ever gonna stop?<br />
I guess that&#8217;s up to you</p>
<p>Little eyes are open but they don&#8217;t see very far<br />
You can only hurt the ones you love<br />
Not the ones you&#8217;re thinking of<br />
Little eyes are open but they&#8217;re sinking back again<br />
Don&#8217;t you know you&#8217;re sleeping much too long<br />
Wake up little eyes</p>
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		<title>Broken Social Scene &#8211; Gang Bang Suicide</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:13:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Capt. AKAK</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well if you love what you are
Then you lose, try to sew
All the things you can’t leave
Through the minds, and retrieve
They say science doesn’t care
But my heart is a house
Will you come and move in
Leave a space for us to give
So when you die will you leave
Behind all the leaves
That were sewed to ourselves
With our [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="top" />Well if you love what you are<br />
Then you lose, try to sew<br />
All the things you can’t leave<br />
Through the minds, and retrieve<br />
They say science doesn’t care<br />
But my heart is a house<br />
Will you come and move in<br />
Leave a space for us to give</p>
<p>So when you die will you leave<br />
Behind all the leaves<br />
That were sewed to ourselves<br />
With our mouths and the webs<br />
Was it hard to retrieve<br />
All the lines in the seeds<br />
Do you love do you try<br />
I don’t care it’s the sight</p>
<p>So let’s wash all the fear<br />
Grow a hand in a mirror<br />
With the lights on our skin<br />
They say whoa never win<br />
If you like to sew up<br />
Then I wish you grow up<br />
And take the lines from your face<br />
Age so sweet, and replace<br />
It’s the sound that I want<br />
It’s the low belting call<br />
It’s the science of my heart<br />
It’s a house can we start</p>
<p>Well your mouth is a gun<br />
Yeah your mouth is a gun (x7)</p>
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		<title>What do &#8220;Angels of Light &#8211; Destroyer&#8221; Lyrics mean?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 23:05:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Capt. AKAK</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wish I could share the mp3 but I am at work. Enjoy. This reads like a Bloodclot poem (well actually only the part where it talks about diamonds).
Here she comes dressed in white
Her mouth is filled with flames
Her skin is black, her fingers trace
The diamonds in her veins
Here she comes down from the sun
To [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="top" />I wish I could share the mp3 but I am at work. Enjoy. This reads like a Bloodclot poem (well actually only the part where it talks about diamonds).</p>
<p>Here she comes dressed in white<br />
Her mouth is filled with flames<br />
Her skin is black, her fingers trace<br />
The diamonds in her veins</p>
<p>Here she comes down from the sun<br />
To wash this country clean<br />
Comes down for us, down from the dust<br />
To murder what remains</p>
<p>Here she comes now dressed in red<br />
To heal this ruined race<br />
I know somewhere, where there&#8217;s a god<br />
He&#8217;s lying at her feet</p>
<p>And we&#8217;ll walk freely through the mountains and the trees<br />
And we&#8217;ll breathe deep again where the air is pure and clean<br />
And we will drink freely from the milk of our revenge<br />
And we will break down the prison gates that keep you in</p>
<p>So please show no pity as we come up from the ground<br />
And please remember as you kill us and cut us down<br />
That time will not wash clean the bloody face of history<br />
And someone will breathe here again and they will hate you for what you leave</p>
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		<title>Velvet Underground &#8211; &#8220;[It is the beginning of a] New Age&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 17:57:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Capt. AKAK</dc:creator>
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&#8220;New Age&#8221;
Waiting for the phone to ring
Diamond necklace on my shoulder
Waiting for the phone to ring
Lipstick on my naked shoulder
It seems to be my fancy to make it with
Franky and Sue Ann
Over the bridge we go
Looking for love
Over the bridge we go
Looking for love
I&#8217;ll come running to you, hey baby if you want me
I&#8217;ll come [...]]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;New Age&#8221;</p>
<p>Waiting for the phone to ring<br />
Diamond necklace on my shoulder<br />
Waiting for the phone to ring<br />
Lipstick on my naked shoulder<br />
It seems to be my fancy to make it with<br />
Franky and Sue Ann</p>
<p>Over the bridge we go<br />
Looking for love<br />
Over the bridge we go<br />
Looking for love<br />
I&#8217;ll come running to you, hey baby if you want me<br />
I&#8217;ll come running to you, baby if you want me</p>
<p>Looking at my hands today<br />
Look to me that they&#8217;re made of ivory<br />
I had a funny call today<br />
Someone died and someone married<br />
you know that it&#8217;s my fancy to make it with<br />
Franky and Sue Ann</p>
<p>Over the bridge they go<br />
Looking for love<br />
Over the bridge we go<br />
Looking for love<br />
I&#8217;ll come running to you, hey baby if you want me<br />
I&#8217;ll come running to you, baby if you want me</p>
<p>Something&#8217;s got a hold on me<br />
And I don&#8217;t know what</p>
<p>Something&#8217;s got a hold on me<br />
And I don&#8217;t know what</p>
<p>It&#8217;s the beginning of a new age<br />
It&#8217;s the beginning of a new age</p>
<p>It&#8217;s new age</p>
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		<title>VU</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bloodclot</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Candy Says- Velvet Underground
Candy says I&#8217;ve come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world
Candy says I&#8217;d like to know completely
what others so discretely talk about
Candy says I hate the quiet places
that cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions in my mind
I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="top" />Candy Says- Velvet Underground</p>
<p>Candy says I&#8217;ve come to hate my body<br />
and all that it requires in this world<br />
Candy says I&#8217;d like to know completely<br />
what others so discretely talk about<br />
Candy says I hate the quiet places<br />
that cause the smallest taste of what will be<br />
Candy says I hate the big decisions<br />
that cause endless revisions in my mind<br />
I&#8217;m gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder<br />
I&#8217;m gonna watch them pass me by<br />
Maybe when I&#8217;m older<br />
What do you think I&#8217;d see<br />
If I could walk away from me</p>
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		<title>Trivia Time / Song Lyric for my life</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 18:16:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Capt. AKAK</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a junkyard / Full of false starts
Name the artist / song / album&#8230;&#8230;for your chance at an all expenses paid trip to coachella.
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<p>Name the artist / song / album&#8230;&#8230;for your chance at an all expenses paid trip to coachella.</p>
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