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		<title>Wrong</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2009/03/11/wrong/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 08:38:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Depeche Mode &#8211; one of the bands of my youth. When they want to bring it &#8211; Wow.. They can bring it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Depeche Mode &#8211; one of the bands of my youth.</p>
<p>When they want to bring it &#8211; <em>Wow.</em>.  They can bring it.</p>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Shipping up to Boston</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2008/11/25/im-shipping-up-to-boston/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 16:22:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Massachusetts]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dropkick Murphys &#124;MTV Music]]></description>
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<div style="margin:0; text-align:center; width:320px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtvmsuic.com/dropkick_murphys">Dropkick Murphys</a> |<a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtvmusic.com/">MTV Music</a></div>
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		<title>She sits alone by a lampost&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2008/11/02/she-sits-alone-by-a-lampost/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 19:46:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Trying to find a thought thats escaped her mind She says dads the one I love the most But stipes not far behind She never lets me in Only tell me wheres shes been When shes had too much to drink I say that I dont care I just run my hands Through her dark [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>Trying to find a thought thats escaped her mind<br />
She says dads the one I love the most<br />
But stipes not far behind</p>
<p>She never lets me in<br />
Only tell me wheres shes been<br />
When shes had too much to drink<br />
I say that I dont care I just run my hands<br />
Through her dark hair and then I pray to god<br />
You gotta help me fly away</em></p>
<p>-  Hootie and the Blowfish, <em>Let Her Cry</em></p>
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		<title>All Apologies</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2008/10/30/all-apologies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 05:45:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nirvana &#124;MTV Music What else should I be? All apologies. What else should I say? Everyone is gay. What else should I write? I don&#8217;t have the right. What else should I be? All Apologies. MTVmusic.com is the greatest timesink ever invented. And Nirvana? I miss em.]]></description>
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<div style="margin:0; text-align:center; width:320px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/nirvana/artist.jhtml">Nirvana</a> |<a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtvmusic.com/">MTV Music</a></div>
<p><em>What else should I be?<br />
All apologies.<br />
What else should I say?<br />
Everyone is gay.<br />
What else should I write?<br />
I don&#8217;t have the right.<br />
What else should I be?<br />
All Apologies.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://mtvmusic.com">MTVmusic.com</a> is the greatest timesink ever invented.  And Nirvana?  I miss em.</p>
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		<title>Mixed Emotions</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2006/02/04/mixed-emotions/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 06:16:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Button your lip baby Button your coat Letâ€™s go out dancing Go for the throat Letâ€™s bury the hatchet Wipe out the past Make love together Stay on the path Youâ€™re not the only one With mixed emotions Youâ€™re not the only ship Adrift on this ocean This coming and going Is driving me nuts [...]]]></description>
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Button your lip baby<br />
Button your coat<br />
Letâ€™s go out dancing<br />
Go for the throat<br />
Letâ€™s bury the hatchet<br />
Wipe out the past<br />
Make love together<br />
Stay on the path</p>
<p>Youâ€™re not the only one<br />
With mixed emotions<br />
Youâ€™re not the only ship<br />
Adrift on this ocean</p>
<p>This coming and going<br />
Is driving me nuts<br />
This to-ing and fro-ing<br />
Is hurting my guts<br />
So get off the fence<br />
Itâ€™s creasing your butt<br />
Life is a party<br />
Letâ€™s get out and strut
</p></blockquote>
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		<title>One Week</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2006/01/18/one-week/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 03:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think You&#8217;ll think you&#8217;re looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss I like the sushi &#8217;cause it&#8217;s never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like LeAnn Rimes Because I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><blockquote><p>
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink<br />
<br />
As I make you stop, think<br />
<br />
You&#8217;ll think you&#8217;re looking at Aquaman<br />
<br />
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss<br />
<br />
I like the sushi<br />
<br />
&#8217;cause it&#8217;s never touched a frying pan<br />
<br />
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes<br />
<br />
Big like LeAnn Rimes<br />
<br />
Because I&#8217;m all about value<br />
<br />
Bert Kaempfert&#8217;s got the mad hits<br />
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through<br />
Gonna make a break and take a fake<br />
I&#8217;d like a stinkin achin shake<br />
I like vanilla, it&#8217;s the finest of the flavours<br />
Gotta see the show, cause then you&#8217;ll know<br />
The vertigo is gonna grow<br />
Cause it&#8217;s so dangerous,<br />
you&#8217;ll have to sign a waiver
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<p><i>One Week</i> &#8211; Barenaked Ladies</p>
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		<title>Mansions of the Lord</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2005/06/06/mansions-of-the-lord/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 05:33:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a year ago this month that the world paused to honor the memory of Ronald Reagan. It was during the funeral service at the National Cathedral that I first heard the hymn &#8220;Mansions of the Lord&#8221;. To fallen soldiers let us sing, Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing, Our broken brothers let [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>It was a year ago this month that the world paused to honor the memory of Ronald Reagan.</p>
<p>It was during the funeral service at the National Cathedral that I first heard the hymn &#8220;Mansions of the Lord&#8221;.  </p>
<blockquote><p>To fallen soldiers let us sing,<br />
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,<br />
Our broken brothers let us bring<br />
To the Mansions of the Lord
</p>
<p>
No more weeping,<br />
No more fight,<br />
No friends bleeding through the night,<br />
Just Devine embrace,<br />
Eternal light,<br />
In the Mansions of the Lord
</p>
<p>
Where no mothers cry<br />
And no children weep,<br />
We shall stand and guard<br />
Though the angels sleep,<br />
Oh, through the ages let us keep<br />
The Mansions of the Lord</p>
</blockquote>
<p>iTunes has the song recorded by the Glee Club from West Point &#8211; and that&#8217;s the version that cropped up tonight on my iPod as it shuffled through the playlist.</p>
<p>A fitting end to a long day.</p>
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		<title>Someday Never Comes</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/12/17/someday-never-comes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 04:11:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First thing I remember was asking papa why For there were many things I didn&#8217;t know. And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand Saying someday you&#8217;ll understand. Well I&#8217;m here to tell you now each and every mother&#8217;s son That you better learn it fast you better learn it young &#8216;Cause someday [...]]]></description>
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First thing I remember was asking papa why<br />
<br />For there were many things I didn&#8217;t know.<br />
<br />And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand<br />
<br />Saying someday you&#8217;ll understand.</p>
<p>Well I&#8217;m here to tell you now each and every mother&#8217;s son<br />
<br />That you better learn it fast you better learn it young<br />
<br />&#8216;Cause someday never comes.</p>
<p>Well time and tears went by and I collected dust.<br />
<br />For there were many things I didn&#8217;t know.<br />
<br />When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man,<br />
<br />And someday you&#8217;ll understand.</p>
<p>Well I&#8217;m here to tell you now each and every mother&#8217;s son<br />
<br />That you better learn it fast you better learn it young<br />
<br />&#8216;Cause someday never comes.</p>
<p>And then one day in April, I wasn&#8217;t even there,<br />
<br />For there were many things I didn&#8217;t know.<br />
<br />A son was born to me. Mama held his hand,<br />
<br />sayin&#8217; someday you&#8217;ll understand.</p>
<p>Well I&#8217;m here to tell you now each and every mother&#8217;s son<br />
<br />That you better learn it fast you better learn it young<br />
<br />&#8216;Cause someday never comes.</p>
<p>Think it was September, the year I went away,<br />
<br />For there were many things I didn&#8217;t know.<br />
<br />And still I see him standing tryin&#8217; to be a man,<br />
<br />I said, someday you&#8217;ll understand.</p>
<p>Well, I&#8217;m here to tell you now, each and every mother&#8217;s son,<br />
<br />That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young,<br />
<br />&#8216;Cause someday never comes.
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<p>
- Credence Clearwater Revival</p>
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		<title>World on Fire</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/12/16/world-on-fire/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2004 00:05:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hearts are worn in these dark ages You&#8217;re not alone in this story&#8217;s pages The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying And I&#8217;ll try to hold it in, yeah I&#8217;ll try to hold it in The world&#8217;s on fire and It&#8217;s more than I can handle I&#8217;ll tap into the water (Try [...]]]></description>
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Hearts are worn in these dark ages<br />
<br />You&#8217;re not alone in this story&#8217;s pages<br />
<br />The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying<br />
<br />And I&#8217;ll try to hold it in, yeah I&#8217;ll try to hold it in</p>
<p>The world&#8217;s on fire and<br />
<br />It&#8217;s more than I can handle<br />
<br />I&#8217;ll tap into the water<br />
<br />(Try and bring my share)<br />
<br />I try to bring more<br />
<br />More than I can handle<br />
<br />(Bring it to the table)<br />
<br />Bring what I am able</p>
<p>I watch the heavens but I find no calling<br />
<br />Something I can do to change what&#8217;s coming<br />
<br />Stay close to me while the sky is falling<br />
<br />Don&#8217;t wanna be left alone, don&#8217;t wanna be alone</p>
<p>Hearts break, hearts mend<br />
<br />Love still hurts<br />
<br />Visions clash, planes crash<br />
<br />Still there&#8217;s talk of<br />
<br />Saving souls, still the cold<br />
<br />Is closing in on us</p>
<p>We part the veil on our killer sun<br />
<br />Stray from the straight line on this short run<br />
<br />The more we take, the less we become<br />
<br />A fortune of one that means less for some
</p></blockquote>
<p>
- Sarah McLachlan &#8211; <em>World on Fire</em></p>
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		<title>iPod Heaven</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/29/ipod-heaven/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2004 02:57:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My iPod tells me this morning that it has 18.5GB of content &#8211; comprising some 3,331 songs. Woot!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>My <a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod">iPod</a> tells me this morning that it has 18.5GB of content &#8211; comprising some 3,331 songs.</p>
<p>Woot!</p>
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		<title>Seven Wonders</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/28/seven-wonders/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 14:51:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So long ago Certain time Certain place Tyou touched my hand All the way All the way down to emmiline But if our paths never cross Well you know I&#8217;m sorry but If I live to see the seven wonders I&#8217;ll make a path to the rainbow&#8217;s end I&#8217;ll never live to match the beauty [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>So long ago<br />
Certain time<br />
Certain place<br />
Tyou touched my hand<br />
All the way<br />
All the way down to emmiline<br />
But if our paths never cross<br />
Well you know I&#8217;m sorry but<br />
If I live to see the seven wonders<br />
I&#8217;ll make a path to the rainbow&#8217;s end<br />
I&#8217;ll never live to match the beauty again<br />
The rainbow&#8217;s end</p>
<p>So it&#8217;s hard to find<br />
Someone with that kind of intensity<br />
You touched my hand I played it cool<br />
And you reached out your hand for me<br />
But if our paths never cross<br />
Well you know I&#8217;m sorry but<br />
If I live to see the seven wonders<br />
I&#8217;ll make a path to the rainbow&#8217;s end<br />
I&#8217;ll never live to match the beauty again<br />
The rainbow&#8217;s end<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Fleetwood Mac, <u>Seven Wonders</u></p>
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		<title>Boys of Summer</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/24/boys-of-summer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2004 01:22:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer&#8217;s out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I&#8217;m drivin&#8217; by your house Though I know you&#8217;re not at home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin&#8217; in the sun You got your [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>Nobody on the road<br />
Nobody on the beach<br />
I feel it in the air<br />
The summer&#8217;s out of reach<br />
Empty lake, empty streets<br />
The sun goes down alone<br />
I&#8217;m drivin&#8217; by your house<br />
Though I know you&#8217;re not at home</p>
<p>But I can see you-<br />
Your brown skin shinin&#8217; in the sun<br />
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby<br />
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong<br />
After the boys of summer have gone</p>
<p>I never will forget those nights<br />
I wonder if it was a dream<br />
Remember how you made me crazy?<br />
Remember how I made you scream<br />
Now I don&#8217;t understand what happened to our love<br />
But babe, I&#8217;m gonna get you back<br />
I&#8217;m gonna show you what I&#8217;m made of</p>
<p>I can see you-<br />
Your brown skin shinin&#8217; in the sun<br />
I see you walkin&#8217; real slow and you&#8217;re smilin&#8217; at everyone<br />
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong<br />
After the boys of summer have gone</p>
<p>Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG sticker on a Cadillac<br />
A little voice Inside my head said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t look back. You can never look back.&#8221;<br />
I thought I knew what love was<br />
What did I know?<br />
Those days are gone forever<br />
I should just let them go but-</p>
<p>I can see you-<br />
Your brown skin shinin&#8217; in the sun<br />
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby<br />
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong<br />
After the boys of summer have gone</p>
<p>I can see you-<br />
Your brown skin shinin&#8217; in the sun<br />
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby<br />
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong<br />
After the boys of summer have gone<br />
</em></p>
<p>- The Ataris, <u>The Boys of Summer</u></p>
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		<title>Fallen</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/23/fallen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2004 13:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Heaven bend to take my hand And lead me through the fire Be the long awaited answer To a long and painful fight Truth be told I&#8217;ve tried my best But somewhere along the way I got caught up in all there was to offer And the cost was so much more than I could [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em> Heaven bend to take my hand<br />
 And lead me through the fire<br />
 Be the long awaited answer<br />
 To a long and painful fight</p>
<p> Truth be told I&#8217;ve tried my best<br />
 But somewhere along the way<br />
 I got caught up in all there was to offer<br />
 And the cost was so much more than I could bear</p>
<p> Though I&#8217;ve tried, I&#8217;ve fallen&#8230;<br />
 I have sunk so low<br />
 I have messed up<br />
 Better I should know<br />
 So don&#8217;t come round here<br />
 And tell me I told you so..</p>
<p>[...]</p>
<p></em></p>
<p>- <u>Fallen</u>, Sarah McLachlan</p>
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		<title>For Kerri</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/13/for-kerri/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2004 05:05:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[over Mountains over Trees over Oceans over Seas across the desert I&#8217;ll be there in a whisper on the wind on the smile of a new friend just think of me And I&#8217;ll be there Don&#8217;t be afraid, oh my love I&#8217;ll be watching you from above And I&#8217;d give all the world tonight, to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>over Mountains<br />
over Trees<br />
over Oceans<br />
over Seas<br />
across the desert<br />
I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>in a whisper on the wind<br />
on the smile of a new friend<br />
just think of me<br />
And I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t be afraid, oh my love<br />
I&#8217;ll be watching you from above<br />
And I&#8217;d give all the world tonight,<br />
to be with you<br />
Because I&#8217;m on your side,<br />
And I still care<br />
I may have died,<br />
but I&#8217;ve gone nowhere</p>
<p>Just think of me,<br />
And I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>On the edge of a waking dream<br />
over Rivers<br />
over Streams<br />
through Wind and Rain<br />
I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>Across the wide and open sky<br />
thousands of miles I&#8217;d fly<br />
to be with you<br />
I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t be afraid, oh my love<br />
I&#8217;ll be watching you from above<br />
And I&#8217;d give all the world tonight,<br />
to be with you<br />
Because I&#8217;m on your side,<br />
And I still care<br />
I may have died,<br />
but I&#8217;ve gone nowhere</p>
<p>Just think of me,<br />
And I&#8217;ll be there</p>
<p>In the breath of a wind that sighs<br />
oh, there&#8217;s no need to cry</p>
<p>Just think of me,<br />
And I&#8217;ll be there<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Escape Club, <em>I&#8217;ll be There</em></p>
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		<title>Drive Her</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/13/drive-her/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2004 04:56:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m gonna drive my daddy&#8217;s Thunderbird (My daddy&#8217;s thunderbird) A white rad ride, &#8217;66 (&#8217;67) so glam it&#8217;s absurd I&#8217;m gonna put her in the back seat And drive her 2 &#8230; Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive her Excuse me, baby I don&#8217;t mean 2 be rude But [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>I&#8217;m gonna drive my daddy&#8217;s Thunderbird (My daddy&#8217;s thunderbird)<br />
A white rad ride, &#8217;66 (&#8217;67) so glam it&#8217;s absurd<br />
I&#8217;m gonna put her in the back seat<br />
And drive her 2 &#8230; Tennessee</p>
<p>Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tennessee<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive her</p>
<p>Excuse me, baby<br />
I don&#8217;t mean 2 be rude<br />
But I guess tonight I&#8217;m just not, I&#8217;m just not in the mood<br />
So if U don&#8217;t mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)<br />
I would like to&#8230;watch<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Prince, <em>Alphabet Street</em></p>
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		<title>100 Years</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/04/03/100-years/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2004 05:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m 15 for a moment Caught in between 10 and 20 And I&#8217;m just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I&#8217;m 22 for a moment She feels better than ever And we&#8217;re on fire Making our way back from Mars 15 there&#8217;s still time for you Time to buy and time to lose [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>I&#8217;m 15 for a moment<br />
Caught in between 10 and 20<br />
And I&#8217;m just dreaming<br />
Counting the ways to where you are<br />
I&#8217;m 22 for a moment<br />
She feels better than ever<br />
And we&#8217;re on fire<br />
Making our way back from Mars<br />
15 there&#8217;s still time for you<br />
Time to buy and time to lose<br />
15, there&#8217;s never a wish better than this<br />
When you only got 100 years to live<br />
I&#8217;m 33 for a moment<br />
Still the man, but you see I&#8217;m a they<br />
A kid on the way<br />
A family on my mind<br />
I&#8217;m 45 for a moment<br />
The sea is high<br />
And I&#8217;m heading into a crisis<br />
Chasing the years of my life<br />
15 there&#8217;s still time for you<br />
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself<br />
Within a morning star<br />
15 I&#8217;m all right with you<br />
15, there&#8217;s never a wish better than this<br />
When you only got 100 years to live<br />
Half time goes by<br />
Suddenly you’re wise<br />
Another blink of an eye<br />
67 is gone<br />
The sun is getting high<br />
We&#8217;re moving on&#8230;<br />
I&#8217;m 99 for a moment<br />
Dying for just another moment<br />
And I&#8217;m just dreaming<br />
Counting the ways to where you are<br />
15 there&#8217;s still time for you<br />
22 I feel her too<br />
33 you’re on your way<br />
Every day&#8217;s a new day&#8230;<br />
15 there&#8217;s still time for you<br />
Time to buy and time to choose<br />
Hey 15, there&#8217;s never a wish better than this<br />
When you only got 100 years to live<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Five for Fighting, <u>100 Years</u></p>
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		<title>Good Morning</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/03/05/good-morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2004 15:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunrise sunrise Looks like morning in your eyes But the clocks had nine fifteen for hours Sunrise sunrise Couldnâ??t tempt us if it tried Cause the afternoonâ??s already come and gone And I said hooohooo hooohooo hooohooo To you Surprise surprise Couldnâ??t find it in your eyes But Iâ??m sure itâ??s written all over my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>Sunrise sunrise<br />
Looks like morning in your eyes<br />
But the clocks had nine fifteen for hours</p>
<p>Sunrise sunrise<br />
Couldnâ??t tempt us if it tried<br />
Cause the afternoonâ??s already come and gone<br />
And I said<br />
hooohooo hooohooo hooohooo<br />
To you </p>
<p>Surprise surprise<br />
Couldnâ??t find it in your eyes<br />
But Iâ??m sure itâ??s written all over my face</p>
<p>Surprise surprise<br />
Never something I could hide<br />
When I see we`ve made it through another day<br />
Then I say<br />
hooohoo hooohooo hooohooo<br />
To you</p>
<p>Now the night<br />
throw its cover down<br />
mmm on me again<br />
Ooo and if Iâ??m right<br />
Itâ??s the only way to bring me back<br />
Hooohooo hooohooo hooohooo<br />
To you<br />
Hooohooo hooohooo hooohooo<br />
To you<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Norah Jones</p>
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		<title>Silent Lucidity</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/02/19/silent-lucidity/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2004 03:14:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hush now, don&#8217;t you cry Wipe away the teardrop from your eye You&#8217;re lying safe in bed It was all a bad dream Spinning in your head Your mind tricked you to feel the pain Of someone close to you leaving the game of life So here it is, another chance Wide awake you face [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>Hush now, don&#8217;t you cry<br />
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye<br />
You&#8217;re lying safe in bed<br />
It was all a bad dream<br />
Spinning in your head<br />
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain<br />
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life<br />
So here it is, another chance<br />
Wide awake you face the day<br />
Your dream is over&#8230; or has it just begun?</p>
<p>There&#8217;s a place I like to hide<br />
A doorway that I run through in the night<br />
Relax child, you were there<br />
But only didn&#8217;t realize it and you were scared<br />
It&#8217;s a place where you will learn<br />
To face your fears, retrace the years<br />
And ride the whims of your mind<br />
Commanding in another world<br />
Suddenly you hear and see<br />
This magic new dimension</p>
<p>I- will be watching over you<br />
I- am gonna help you see it through<br />
I- will protect you in the night<br />
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity</p>
<p>If you open your mind for me<br />
You won&#8217;t rely on open eyes to see<br />
The walls you built within<br />
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin<br />
Living twice at once you learn<br />
You&#8217;re safe from the pain in the dream domain<br />
A soul set free to fly<br />
A round trip journey in your head<br />
Master of illusion, can you realize<br />
Your dream&#8217;s alive, you can be the guide but&#8230;<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Queensryche</p>
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		<title>Building a Mystery</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/02/14/building-a-mystery/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2004 00:06:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You come out at night That’s when the energy comes And the dark side’s light And the vampires roam You strut your rasta wear And your suicide poem And a cross from a faith That died before jesus came You’re building a mystery You live in a church Where you sleep with voodoo dolls And [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>You come out at night<br />
That’s when the energy comes<br />
And the dark side’s light<br />
And the vampires roam<br />
You strut your rasta wear<br />
And your suicide poem<br />
And a cross from a faith<br />
That died before jesus came<br />
You’re building a mystery</p>
<p>You live in a church<br />
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls<br />
And you won’t give up the search<br />
For the ghosts in the halls<br />
You wear sandals in the snow<br />
And a smile that won’t wash away<br />
Can you look out the window<br />
Without your shadow getting in the way<br />
Oh you’re so beautiful<br />
With an edge and a charm<br />
But so careful<br />
When I’m in your arms<br />
</em></p>
<p>- Sarah Mclachlan</p>
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		<title>Four Seasons in One Day</title>
		<link>http://www.bryanstrawser.com/2004/02/10/four-seasons-in-one-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2004 05:37:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Strawser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Four seasons in one day Lying in the depths of your imagination Worlds above and worlds below The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain Even when you’re feeling warm The temperature could drop away Like four seasons in one day Smiling as the shit comes down You can tell a man [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><em>Four seasons in one day<br />
Lying in the depths of your imagination<br />
Worlds above and worlds below<br />
The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain</p>
<p>Even when you’re feeling warm<br />
The temperature could drop away<br />
Like four seasons in one day</p>
<p>Smiling as the shit comes down<br />
You can tell a man from what he has to say<br />
Everything gets turned around<br />
And I will risk my neck again, again</p>
<p>You can take me where you will<br />
Up the creek and through the mill<br />
All the things you can’t explain<br />
Four seasons in one day</p>
<p>Blood dries up<br />
Like rain, like rain<br />
Fills my cup<br />
Like four seasons in one day</p>
<p>It doesn’t pay to make predictions<br />
Sleeping on an unmade bed<br />
Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain<br />
Only one step away<br />
Like four seasons in one day</p>
<p>Blood dries up<br />
Like rain, like rain<br />
Fills my cup<br />
Like four seasons in one day</em></p>
<p>- Crowded House</p>
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