<?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-1129605696113877735</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:30:34.336-07:00</updated><category term='Country'/><title type='text'>More Than Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6754709676114439423</id><published>2010-05-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:01:13.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need You Now</title><content type='html'>No one has posted for a while, so I'll make another post. =) This has recently become one of my new favorite songs. I know that those of you country haters may not like it, but I do! I was going to post the official music video, but it wouldn't let me, so here is the video with lyrics. Guess that killed two birds with one stone! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need You Now by Lady Antebellum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5shc6aGf-E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5shc6aGf-E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6754709676114439423?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6754709676114439423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6754709676114439423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6754709676114439423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6754709676114439423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-you-now.html' title='Need You Now'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7865496260337991048</id><published>2009-08-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:29:15.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>I know no one really posts on here anymore, but I don't care. Lately Brittney has really gotten into Taylor Swift, which means that I also have started listening to her. This music video is EXTREMELY cute and I love it a lot. So, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7865496260337991048?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7865496260337991048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7865496260337991048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7865496260337991048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7865496260337991048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You Belong With Me'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1643891104077866220</id><published>2009-06-13T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:17:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today was Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I posted. I just found this song/video on YouTube and really enjoyed it, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/An8HTYpUObg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/An8HTYpUObg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1643891104077866220?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1643891104077866220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1643891104077866220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1643891104077866220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1643891104077866220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today was Your Last Day'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-716772160011375966</id><published>2009-03-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:29:26.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Learn to Love Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, I saw "The Perfect Man" about a week ago... and I loved it! Anyway, that is beside the point. This song was in there, and it struck a chord with me. It was happy, peppy, life goes on... almost Euro dance music, if you know what I mean. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Will Learn to Love Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kaci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stkLnpzsO3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stkLnpzsO3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(To love again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in tears that wont be me&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be free from the chains of all this pain inside&lt;br /&gt;And though I cry it wont be long till I regain the strength to know&lt;br /&gt;I can go on&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way through the heart break I will not give up on love&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to love again I will learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;Once this heart can start to mend&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these tears time will dry them I will survive them&lt;br /&gt;And make it through into another day all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal it there’ll be a time sometime I know&lt;br /&gt;I won't feel it&lt;br /&gt;I will live through life without you after the hurting is done&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find someone who deserves my touch after all the hurt is through&lt;br /&gt;I will be so over you I will not give up on love&lt;br /&gt;I believe yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah yeah oh oh love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To love again...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-716772160011375966?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/716772160011375966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=716772160011375966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/716772160011375966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/716772160011375966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-learn-to-love-again.html' title='I Will Learn to Love Again'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7113250284076249234</id><published>2009-02-28T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:56:30.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Loved You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My one question is "Where is this perfect man??" That's really the only reason I'm posting this. I'm not actually turning into a Taylor Swift fan... Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Way I Loved You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S1-7jDOg4k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S1-7jDOg4k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He is sensible and so incredible&lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous&lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear and it's like&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better&lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door and I get into his car&lt;br /&gt;And he says "You look beautiful tonight"&lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects my space&lt;br /&gt;And never makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And he calls me exactly when he says he will&lt;br /&gt;He's close to my mother&lt;br /&gt;Talks business with my father&lt;br /&gt;He's charming and endearing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the smile I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breaking&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not feeling anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And we were wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, got away by some mistake and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7113250284076249234?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7113250284076249234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7113250284076249234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7113250284076249234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7113250284076249234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-i-loved-you.html' title='The Way I Loved You'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5935064431497248227</id><published>2009-02-22T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:58:59.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have This Dance?</title><content type='html'>So, I've not the biggest High School Musical fan. The movies are always cheesy and the acting isn't always the greatest. But the music is usually pretty decent. I just saw the 3rd one yesterday and really liked this song, so....here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW-1Ytwn4a4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW-1Ytwn4a4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take a breath &lt;br /&gt;Pull me close, and take one step &lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes locked on mine &lt;br /&gt;And let the music be your guide &lt;br /&gt;(Troy and Gabriella) &lt;br /&gt;Now won't you promise me (Won't you promise me) &lt;br /&gt;That you'll never forget (That we'll keep dancing) &lt;br /&gt;To keep dancing (To keep dancing) &lt;br /&gt;Where ever we go next &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Troy and Gabriella) &lt;br /&gt;It's like catching lightening &lt;br /&gt;The chances of of finding, someone like you &lt;br /&gt;It's one in a million &lt;br /&gt;The chances of feeling the way we do &lt;br /&gt;And with every step together &lt;br /&gt;We just keep on getting better &lt;br /&gt;So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?) &lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gabriella) &lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh! &lt;br /&gt;No mountains to high enough &lt;br /&gt;(Troy and Gabriella) &lt;br /&gt;No oceans to wide &lt;br /&gt;Cuz together or not, Our dance wont stop &lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, let it pour &lt;br /&gt;What we have is worth fighting for &lt;br /&gt;You know I believe, that we were meant to beeeee &lt;br /&gt;(Gabriella) Yeeeaaaaahhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Troy and Gabriella) &lt;br /&gt;It's like catching lightening &lt;br /&gt;The chances of of finding, someone like you (Oooh like you) &lt;br /&gt;It's one in a million &lt;br /&gt;The chances of feeling the way we do (The way we do) &lt;br /&gt;And with every step together &lt;br /&gt;We just keep on getting better &lt;br /&gt;So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?) &lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance &lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance? (This dance) &lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5935064431497248227?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5935064431497248227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5935064431497248227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5935064431497248227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5935064431497248227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-have-this-dance.html' title='Can I Have This Dance?'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8893164900931080073</id><published>2009-02-21T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:13:05.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really like this song - it has a good beat and it's fun to belt when I'm coming home from work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXDuNEk0sWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXDuNEk0sWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Guess this means you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;You’re standing at my door&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you take back&lt;br /&gt;What you said before&lt;br /&gt;Like how much you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Said you’d never come back&lt;br /&gt;But here you are again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve got issues&lt;br /&gt;But you’re pretty messed up too&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is so dysfunctional&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now&lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow&lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8893164900931080073?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8893164900931080073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8893164900931080073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8893164900931080073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8893164900931080073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3937687303455871132</id><published>2009-02-14T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:33:05.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Valentine's day. As the last song was more of a Singles' Awareness Day song (I hate the idea of SAD - ooh, good acronym!), it's only fair to balance it out with a happy in-love song. And I've liked this song ever since it was in Shrek 2, so... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Accidentally In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Counting Crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIF1cLOCm7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIF1cLOCm7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running&lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love&lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it&lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone,&lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;We were once&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love &lt;i&gt;[x7]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally &lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3937687303455871132?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3937687303455871132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3937687303455871132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3937687303455871132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3937687303455871132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/accidentally-in-love.html' title='Accidentally In Love'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4077569283960141309</id><published>2009-02-14T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:22:48.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know when songs just kind of click? Well, it's not that I'm a Hilary Duff fan, but it clicked... And hey, it's Valentine's Day. :) Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Break My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACcICejRGUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACcICejRGUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone always gets their heart stomped in the ground&lt;br /&gt;This is what I say&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look around&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this would happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd end up this way&lt;br /&gt;And now that you're through with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do with me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm on my own again&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm some kind of enemy&lt;br /&gt;Never a friend to me&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you used to say&lt;br /&gt;Things will always be this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I try to get my heart up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;My confidence is gone&lt;br /&gt;Hapiness cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;So look what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;You got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuck with all the rest&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Has looked me standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;It started with you&lt;br /&gt;And ended with me&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;I had it with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;It started with you&lt;br /&gt;And ended with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart (break my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall apart you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Look what you're doing to me (doing to me)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4077569283960141309?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4077569283960141309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4077569283960141309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4077569283960141309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4077569283960141309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-my-heart.html' title='Break My Heart'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1053221483889942664</id><published>2009-02-09T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:26:05.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushin' Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pushin' Me Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e9iNrBafavE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e9iNrBafavE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Run, run like you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm chasing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm on your tail I'm gaining fast&lt;br /&gt;You're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Try to fix what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the sun&lt;br /&gt;The night is calling&lt;br /&gt;And we're falling faster now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Every last word&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop it now but it's already too late&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't care then say it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Push push pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round&lt;br /&gt;These walls are fallin down&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;More than you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting go&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting close&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And please just tell me why you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Every last word&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop it now but it's already too late&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't care then say it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Push push pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push push pushing me away x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Every last word&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop it now but it's already too late&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't care then say it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Push push pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1053221483889942664?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1053221483889942664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1053221483889942664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1053221483889942664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1053221483889942664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/pushin-me-away.html' title='Pushin&apos; Me Away'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4886135240329178422</id><published>2009-02-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:46:00.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Yes Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the beat in this song. It always makes me happy. I don't like their hair, though, so that may need to be fixed. I don't want to bring back the 70's... anyway, enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check Yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xpRKSNBeu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xpRKSNBeu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won't go until you come outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kill the limbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no turning back for us tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ay Oh Ay Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's how we do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you give them the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't sell your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run, baby, run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wishing, wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yours for the taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just sneak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And don't tell a soul goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the countdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3... 2... 1... now fall in my arms now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They can change the locks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let them change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Oh Ah Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's how we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't say we are not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Way up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The view from here is getting better with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't say we are not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't say we are not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4886135240329178422?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4886135240329178422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4886135240329178422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4886135240329178422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4886135240329178422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-yes-juliet.html' title='Check Yes Juliet'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-2036729584777298950</id><published>2009-02-06T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:45:38.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle (Sick and Tired)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why I like this song so much, but I do. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Candle (Sick and Tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The White Tie Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTRhrTY_OrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTRhrTY_OrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a ride on a February morning,&lt;br /&gt;Just getting over it and dealing with the mourning,&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking out loud: I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;My baby's flying off the edge of the road,&lt;br /&gt;She's saying, "I'm so sorry about that note",&lt;br /&gt;That left me all alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I told you,&lt;br /&gt;Losing you was something I could handle,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me how long,&lt;br /&gt;All this darkness will surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm burning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days since I've seen your face,&lt;br /&gt;Seven nights I have laid to waste,&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning out now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;I know we're hanging at the end of the road,&lt;br /&gt;We've flown too high, make a swarm too low,&lt;br /&gt;I heard a screaming out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I heard a screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I told you,&lt;br /&gt;Losing you was something I could handle,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me how long,&lt;br /&gt;All this darkness will surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm burning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you say,&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that you mean,&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that you say to me,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your tradgedy,&lt;br /&gt;A queen for his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;All this blaspheme,&lt;br /&gt;Your kingdom is crumbling,&lt;br /&gt;You're a tradgedy,&lt;br /&gt;A queen for his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;All this blaspheme,&lt;br /&gt;Your kingdom is crumbling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I told you,&lt;br /&gt;Losing you was something I could handle,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turn the lights on,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me how long,&lt;br /&gt;All this darkness will surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm burning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a candle,&lt;br /&gt;Burning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-2036729584777298950?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2036729584777298950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=2036729584777298950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2036729584777298950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2036729584777298950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/candle-sick-and-tired.html' title='Candle (Sick and Tired)'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-2424489314656265096</id><published>2009-01-29T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:51:52.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP! Goes my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I talked about extremely briefly in my blog. See why I like it. Few things describe love better than that. =) Oh, and the girl he walks with in the instrumental break is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you can be rest assured that I will post "Workin My Way Back to You" very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-2424489314656265096?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2424489314656265096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=2424489314656265096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2424489314656265096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2424489314656265096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='PoP! Goes my heart'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6692367538362093739</id><published>2009-01-21T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:09:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know that this is so much applicable to me right now, but it brought back a lot of memories of me and a lot of people... So I decided I would post it. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2WRS7k5jdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2WRS7k5jdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There she goes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The girl I'm in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's cool we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We walk the halls at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We know it's casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's cool we're just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I don't wanna lead you on, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The truth is I've grown fond, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Everyone knows it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Falling in love just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till I'm on her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It'll happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I've been making lots of plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like a picket fence and a rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'll just keep on dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But it's cool cause we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Small talk on IM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Just one word sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's cool we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; If I had my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We'd talk and talk all day, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Everyone knows it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Falling in love just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till I'm on her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It'll happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I've been making lots of plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like a picket fence and a rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'll just keep on dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But it's cool cause we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Thinking about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We're gonna say our vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's cool we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She walks down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I see all my friends smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause now we're more than friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Everyone knows it's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Falling in love just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Till I'm on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It'll happen, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We've been making lots of plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like a picket fence and a rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'll just keep on dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Just keep on thinking of when we used to be just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la (Oh yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la, la (Oh oh oh oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (When we used to be) When we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la (Just friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la (Oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; La, la, la, la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When we used to be just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6692367538362093739?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6692367538362093739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6692367538362093739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6692367538362093739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6692367538362093739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8220372946077945743</id><published>2009-01-20T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:10:04.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry about the weird video... but I like this song... and I have good/fun memories! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/onOTaGayhU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/onOTaGayhU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And every glance is killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, can you see what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna run till you can't walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But something pulls my focus out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm standing down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, You don't need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What you need, what you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, do you see what I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Stare'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3725699584957617830</id><published>2009-01-02T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:32:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Arms</title><content type='html'>The MVHS Orchesis Company did a dance to this song at the Fine Arts Assembly right before Christmas. I really liked the song, but I didn't really get the dance. I came home to find the song, but they had mis-titled it in the program and called it "Safe." It was not called Safe. I was kind of sad because I had not idea what it was called. But one day as I went on Pandora.com to listen to music this song came on! I was so excited and went and bought it on iTunes. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARAJ7uwnhYU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARAJ7uwnhYU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby blues &lt;br /&gt;So full of wonder &lt;br /&gt;Your curley cues &lt;br /&gt;Your contageous smile &lt;br /&gt;And as i watch &lt;br /&gt;You start to grow up &lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing clouds will raise up &lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down &lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story books full of fairy tales &lt;br /&gt;Kings and queens and the bluest skies &lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn just in knowing &lt;br /&gt;You'll someday see the truth from lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing clouds will raise up &lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down &lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castles they might crumble &lt;br /&gt;Dreams may not come true &lt;br /&gt;But you are never all alone &lt;br /&gt;Because I will always &lt;br /&gt;Always love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will raise up &lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms &lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down &lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around &lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3725699584957617830?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3725699584957617830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3725699584957617830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3725699584957617830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3725699584957617830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-my-arms.html' title='In My Arms'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4839527516044700327</id><published>2008-12-31T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:25:29.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love this song! Maybe it's just because I'm a numbers freak and I like the way they wove that in, but... I also like the tune of it, and it's catchy and so happy! And I like the Plain White T's. It's super cute, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Np92eRcHz2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Np92eRcHz2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Give me more loving than I've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make me feel it better when I'm feeling sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Tell me I'm special even when I know I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make it feel good when it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Barely get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm so glad I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I love being around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE thing (one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO do (two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; THREE words (three)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; FOUR you... (four)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE way (one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO say (two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Those THREE words (three)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And that's what I'll do... (four)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Give me more loving from the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make it feel good when it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The best that I've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I'm so glad I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I love being around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE thing (one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO do (two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; THREE words (three)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; FOUR you... (four)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE way (one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO say (two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Those THREE words (three)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And that's what I'll do... (four)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; THREE words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; FOUR you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ONE way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; TWO say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Those THREE words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And that's what I'll do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(I love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4839527516044700327?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4839527516044700327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4839527516044700327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4839527516044700327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4839527516044700327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7235019636388308387</id><published>2008-12-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:06:47.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>There's a group called Evanescence that has some songs I like. They also have some songs I absolutely hate because they are depressing and/or extremely gothic (if that's the right word.) But here is one that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU9FwP4uOY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU9FwP4uOY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7235019636388308387?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7235019636388308387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7235019636388308387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7235019636388308387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7235019636388308387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3986227904400157869</id><published>2008-12-18T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:54:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's How You Know</title><content type='html'>I love this song. I love the scene. I almost wish that it could happen to me (don't we all occasionally dream of living in a musical?). Anyway, I'm not posting the lyrics because you probaly already know them. And you should be watching the dancing, not reading the lyrics. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's How You Know&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="watch-player-div" class="flash-player"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://s.ytimg.com/yt/swf/watch-vfl70428.swf" style="" id="movie_player" name="movie_player" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="q=that%27s%20how%20you%20know&amp;amp;vq=null&amp;amp;sourceid=ys&amp;amp;video_id=xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;l=258&amp;amp;sk=Fz3hqZ3Er-nCe75nrYdsDp4Kqs-RHuqeC&amp;amp;fmt_map=&amp;amp;usef=0&amp;amp;t=OEgsToPDskKNNcX_S7ywPS5dFqBYgcgE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;plid=AAReXJFfhapJfkj3AAAAoAQoYAA&amp;amp;playnext=0&amp;amp;enablejsapi=1" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3986227904400157869?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3986227904400157869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3986227904400157869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3986227904400157869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3986227904400157869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-how-you-know.html' title='That&apos;s How You Know'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1652364628165548154</id><published>2008-12-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:00:09.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibv98BZfk50"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibv98BZfk50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that I do like some new music. But I can't embed it. So just click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said its not about you! it's not about you, it's me,&lt;br /&gt; She said it's not about you! it's not about you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well it's becomming a drag&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful smile, she's a gleam in your eye&lt;br /&gt;dresses like a princess, playing games in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of her top, runs a hand through her hair&lt;br /&gt;playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to love you more,&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more how to love you more, my friend&lt;br /&gt; I dont know how to love you more,&lt;br /&gt;how to love you more how to love you more, my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we got, i guess we got, i guess we got: nothing to say&lt;br /&gt; I guess we got, i guess we got i guess we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you (don't you go) i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you (don't you go) i guess we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes its good sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt; but living with you, well it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt; And sometimes its good sometimes its bad&lt;br /&gt;but living with you is, well it's making me sad&lt;br /&gt;So is this how it ends? Well nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;she'll be gone for a year and we'll see how it goes&lt;br /&gt; Moving out of your flat, slipping right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;she's a difficult girl and you're a sillier man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several repeats of various choruses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1652364628165548154?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1652364628165548154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1652364628165548154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1652364628165548154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1652364628165548154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s Not About You'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6996618490857385520</id><published>2008-11-23T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:37:12.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shoes</title><content type='html'>This is one of my all-time favorite Christmas songs. I cry every time I hear it; there was one time I had to pull over in the car because I was crying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsvE33pRSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsvE33pRSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Shoes lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood&lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously&lt;br /&gt;Pacing 'round like little boys do&lt;br /&gt;And in his hands he held a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;And when it came his time to pay&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard him say&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;br /&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years&lt;br /&gt;Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"&lt;br /&gt;He searched his pockets frantically&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me&lt;br /&gt;He said Mama made Christmas good at our house&lt;br /&gt;Though most years she just did without&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out &lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the look on his face when he said&lt;br /&gt;Mama's gonna look so great&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;br /&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love&lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy&lt;br /&gt;To remind me just what Christmas is all about&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6996618490857385520?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6996618490857385520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6996618490857385520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6996618490857385520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6996618490857385520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-shoes.html' title='Christmas Shoes'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1888117366065521528</id><published>2008-11-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:28:28.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm beginning to think no one is reading this anymore. I've posted the last SEVEN songs. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Best Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bGaElV7giU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bGaElV7giU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;Filled with problems&lt;br /&gt;But now you're here&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if to solve them&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live in a world without you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for you&lt;br /&gt;How did I survive&lt;br /&gt;In this world before you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna live another day without you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that could be happening&lt;br /&gt;And I think you would agree&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's&lt;br /&gt;Happening to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm gonna have&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can give me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give right back&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing ever felt as right&lt;br /&gt;As this does right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to before we met&lt;br /&gt;Try and erase the past&lt;br /&gt;Try harder to forget cause&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever be as good as here and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you dared to stare right back&lt;br /&gt;You should've said "Nice to meet you, I'm your other half"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the best thing&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that could be happening&lt;br /&gt;And I think you would agree&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's happening&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing (the best thing)&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that could be happening (the best thing)&lt;br /&gt;And I think you would agree (whoooaaa whooaa)&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's&lt;br /&gt;Happening to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd find someone&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamt&lt;br /&gt;It'd be like this&lt;br /&gt;You've surpassed&lt;br /&gt;All that I've hoped for (and ever wished)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tryin'&lt;br /&gt;So hard&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;To make your life&lt;br /&gt;As good as you've made mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing (the best thing)&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that could be happening (the best thing)&lt;br /&gt;And I think you would agree (whooaaa)&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's happening to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's happening to you and me&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's happening to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The best thing) The best thing that could be happening&lt;br /&gt;(The best thing) I think you would agree&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that it's happening to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1888117366065521528?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1888117366065521528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1888117366065521528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1888117366065521528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1888117366065521528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-thing.html' title='The Best Thing'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3137223742228578410</id><published>2008-11-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:57:33.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="showResultLinks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in an angry breakup song mood right now. And this has been on the radio a lot lately, so here, I'm posting it. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's What You Get&lt;br /&gt;Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiJe4gUH0fk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiJe4gUH0fk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score.&lt;br /&gt;And why do we like to hurt, so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;You have made it harder just to go on&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;All the possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;Well I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/paramore/thats_what_you_get.html#" style="border-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);" class="US_double" id="RLLINK_1_0_0"&gt;win&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa...&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.&lt;br /&gt;I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why?  All the possibilities.  I'm sure you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa..&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, make your way to me. (to me)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be just so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start to think straight,&lt;br /&gt;This heart will start a riot in me,&lt;br /&gt;Let's start...  Start, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust myself with anything but this,&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3137223742228578410?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3137223742228578410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3137223742228578410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3137223742228578410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3137223742228578410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That&apos;s What You Get'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6421277363111933850</id><published>2008-11-10T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:45:25.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Up and Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGlmzncPd4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGlmzncPd4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Is not quite what it could've been&lt;br /&gt;As were most of all the days before&lt;br /&gt;But I swear today&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I'm breathing in&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to make it so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems I get so hung up on&lt;br /&gt;The history of what's gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;And the hope of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes hard to see (what you see)&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm finally catching onto it&lt;br /&gt;And now the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And the light there at the end is&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm capable of&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be prosperous&lt;br /&gt;Would not require much of me&lt;br /&gt;You see contentment is the one thing&lt;br /&gt;It entails&lt;br /&gt;To be content with where I am&lt;br /&gt;And getting where I need to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving past the past&lt;br /&gt;Where I have failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally catching onto it&lt;br /&gt;And now the past is just a conduit&lt;br /&gt;Right there at the end&lt;br /&gt;Is where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;What I've gained from love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cease&lt;br /&gt;To supply me with&lt;br /&gt;What I need&lt;br /&gt;For a good life&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't given up&lt;br /&gt;Given up on what&lt;br /&gt;What I've gained from love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the up and up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be&lt;br /&gt;A better version of me&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to be a better version of me for you)&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6421277363111933850?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6421277363111933850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6421277363111933850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6421277363111933850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6421277363111933850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/up-and-up.html' title='Up and Up'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-361639538192064196</id><published>2008-11-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:02:18.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This song is so good! I really like the Goo Goo Dolls, too. I like a lot of their songs, so more will probably come sooner or later. I'm not going to say anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Days&lt;br /&gt;The Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Zwptt7oleQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Zwptt7oleQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me what I want this year&lt;br /&gt;And I try to make this kind and clear&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings&lt;br /&gt;And designer love and empty things&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's someplace simple where we could live&lt;br /&gt;And something only you can give&lt;br /&gt;And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive&lt;br /&gt;And the one poor child that saved this world&lt;br /&gt;And there's 10 million more who probably could&lt;br /&gt;If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone was loved tonight&lt;br /&gt;And somehow stop this endless fight&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-361639538192064196?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/361639538192064196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=361639538192064196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/361639538192064196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/361639538192064196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-days.html' title='Better Days'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3088340578050152713</id><published>2008-11-06T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:43:22.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This song is sooo funny, so I hope you take the time to listen to it! The guy in the video isn't moosebutter, but seriously, moosebutter is hilarious. I like how the video tells you which theme song they are drawing on (and then the lyrics below say what moosebutter decided to call it - haha). Anyway, it always makes me laugh. Yeah, it's a little dated, but hey, it's still really awesome. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Star Wars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;moosebutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk5_OSsawz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Close Encounters of the Droid Kind]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You must use the force (repeat ad nauseum)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Raiders of the Lost Wookiee]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long time ago, far far away (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kiss a wookie, kick a droid&lt;br /&gt; Fly the falcon through an asteroid&lt;br /&gt; Till the princess is annoyed&lt;br /&gt; This is spaceships, it's monsters, it's Star Wars, we love it!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come and help me, Obi Wan&lt;br /&gt; X-wing fighter and a blaster gun&lt;br /&gt; Dance with Ewoks, oh what fun!&lt;br /&gt; This is spaceships, it's monsters, it's Star Wars, we love it!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Super Han]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get in there you big, furry oaf&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't care less what you smell&lt;br /&gt; I take orders from only me&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'd like it back in your cell&lt;br /&gt; Your Highness, your worshipfulness, your highness, your worshipfulness&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one cares if you upset a droid&lt;br /&gt; (nobody cares if you upset a droid)&lt;br /&gt; That's because droids don't tear your arms out of socket.&lt;br /&gt; (nobody cares)&lt;br /&gt; I suggest a new strategy: let the Wookie win&lt;br /&gt; That's because nobody cares if you upset a droid.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ET the DiscoTerrestrial]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now we listen to Luke whining:&lt;br /&gt; One more season... One more season... One more season... One more season...&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was gonna go to Tashi Station for power converters&lt;br /&gt; Now I guess I'm going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt; It just isn't fair.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Jaws: the Wookiee]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wooookie (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone move this walking carpet (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kiss your brother, Kiss your brother (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Leia&lt;br /&gt; Well I guess you don't know anything about women.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who's your daddy? (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Jurassic Darth]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luke, I'm your father&lt;br /&gt; (That's not true!)&lt;br /&gt; It is useless to resist&lt;br /&gt; (My hand!)&lt;br /&gt; Come with me my son, We will rule&lt;br /&gt; (I'll never join you!)&lt;br /&gt; Search your feelings it is true&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So you have a twin sister&lt;br /&gt; Who Obi Wan was wise to hide&lt;br /&gt; (Is that Leia?)&lt;br /&gt; If you will not turn&lt;br /&gt; Then perhaps she will&lt;br /&gt; Give in to your hate&lt;br /&gt; You are mine&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Long Long Long Time ago... Far Far Far Far Away&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Long Long Long Time Ago, Far Far Far Away (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kiss a wookie&lt;br /&gt; Kick a droid&lt;br /&gt; Fly the falcon&lt;br /&gt; Through an asteroid&lt;br /&gt; Till the princess is annoyed&lt;br /&gt; (She's annoyed!)&lt;br /&gt; This is spaceships, it's monsters, it's Star Wars, we love it, it's true&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Episode 3&lt;br /&gt; Coming to you&lt;br /&gt; In 2005&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So Let's go&lt;br /&gt;   (go go go to the movies)&lt;br /&gt; Stand in line&lt;br /&gt;   (buy buy buy me some popcorn)&lt;br /&gt; Cause it's al-&lt;br /&gt;   (please I'd like extra butter)&lt;br /&gt; most the time&lt;br /&gt;   (Join the dark side...)&lt;br /&gt; May the Force be with you all&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;John Williams is the man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3088340578050152713?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3088340578050152713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3088340578050152713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3088340578050152713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3088340578050152713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5532129675236615987</id><published>2008-10-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:58:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay, long story. Basically, I smile whenever this song comes on (and my sister laughs at me for it)! And, I feel slightly obligated to support him because he's from Utah... I think the video is a little goofy - it makes me laugh so hard when they are doing a close-up on him at the piano. ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7CqpuUI98jovIM10H&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7CqpuUI98jovIM10H&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hung up the phone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush,&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that&lt;br /&gt;You would ever feel the same away about me,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth,&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go,&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away, goin’ away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Has it ever cross your mind when we’re hangin’,&lt;br /&gt;Spending time girl,&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends, is there more, is there more,&lt;br /&gt;See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last,&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,&lt;br /&gt;all that we can be, where this thing can go,&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away, goin’ away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth,&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone,&lt;br /&gt;all that we can be, where this thing can go,&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m tryin’, tryin’ to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint’ goin’ away, goin’ away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5532129675236615987?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5532129675236615987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5532129675236615987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5532129675236615987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5532129675236615987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3502217121778283877</id><published>2008-10-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:59:21.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like the style of this song... Happy, up-beat, laid-back, feels like you're at the beach? Yeah. It's also older-style - like 1940's era. So cute. I love their harmonies, too. I don't like how they go all punk rock with it at the end, but oh well. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love Bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PZ1Wh0jV-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PZ1Wh0jV-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Called her for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally found the missing part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Felt so close, but you were far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just breathless, I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I'd catch this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moment, I never thought that I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get hit by this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't get your smile out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't get you out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think about your eyes all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful, but you don't even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't even, don't even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Modesty is just so hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just breathless, I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I'd catch this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moment, I never thought that I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get hit by this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kissed her for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything I wished that it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, I forgot how to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopeless, breathless, baby, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm...yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just breathless, I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I'd catch this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm hopeless, head over heels in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moment, I never thought that I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get hit by this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3502217121778283877?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3502217121778283877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3502217121778283877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3502217121778283877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3502217121778283877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-bug.html' title='Love Bug'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7395145388792481711</id><published>2008-10-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:37:13.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kan Guo Lai (A Chinese song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Hgvzj1l4wE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Hgvzj1l4wE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's in Chinese. But heck, it's awesome! And so are the lyrics! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Girl Opposite Please Look Over Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl opposite please look over here&lt;br /&gt;Look over here,&lt;br /&gt;look over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show over here is very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pretend,&lt;br /&gt;please don't ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl opposite please look over here&lt;br /&gt;Look over here,&lt;br /&gt;Look over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be afraid of my appearance&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow of a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;Say it out,&lt;br /&gt;who will understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you to cast your charming eyes over here,&lt;br /&gt;Tease and taunt my joyful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said: "I'm very disgraceful but I'm very gentle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I look left, look right, look up, look down&lt;br /&gt;Girls are not that simple at all&lt;br /&gt;I think and think,&lt;br /&gt;I guess again,&lt;br /&gt;All the girls thoughts are very strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely boy's blue fly swatter,&lt;br /&gt;swat left,&lt;br /&gt;swat right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there still no one to love?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ask, *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It's so helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl opposite please look over here&lt;br /&gt;Look over here&lt;br /&gt;Look over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely boy's heart opens&lt;br /&gt;Need you to give me a little love (love! love!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus repeated]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7395145388792481711?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7395145388792481711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7395145388792481711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7395145388792481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7395145388792481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/kan-guo-lai-chinese-song.html' title='Kan Guo Lai (A Chinese song)'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1369229136973152064</id><published>2008-09-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:42:26.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Have Done Something Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Relient K is one of my favorite bands lately. (More of their work will probably appear on this blog at a later date.) This song came on today, and it made me smile. I love it! So cute... The video is funny, too... All-in-all, this is an A+ song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Must Have Done Something Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52eehbF1BXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52eehbF1BXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We should get jerseys cause we make a great team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I spend with you is the new best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's Jealously, they can see that we've got it going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're ok with the way this is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is going to be thing we've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I musta done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I'll push all my inhibitions aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's so very obvious to everyone watching us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That we have got something real good going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOu're ok with the way this is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is going to be thing we've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Chorus x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I musta done something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1369229136973152064?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1369229136973152064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1369229136973152064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1369229136973152064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1369229136973152064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-have-done-something-right.html' title='Must Have Done Something Right'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4475871859063045230</id><published>2008-09-22T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:06:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Duets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'm learning these two duets with a friend right now. I love them!! And I just thought I might share them with you... This is as good as either of them come on youtube, though, so I apologize for the not-so-cool videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slavic Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David Karp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(It's the second piece that the boys play... it starts at about 3:47)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEiU45T1bEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEiU45T1bEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonata Op. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS-cGDLeolQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS-cGDLeolQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4475871859063045230?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4475871859063045230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4475871859063045230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4475871859063045230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4475871859063045230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/piano-duets.html' title='Piano Duets'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8107753708253949097</id><published>2008-09-17T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:00:24.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this song!! I heard it this summer, and it's so cute, and it's fun to sing along to, and yeah... &lt;sigh style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like the video at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPUJIbXN0WY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; better, but alas, he has disabled embedding. Here's the next best thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHuQKe1ithw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHuQKe1ithw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8107753708253949097?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8107753708253949097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8107753708253949097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8107753708253949097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8107753708253949097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5271885713098804051</id><published>2008-09-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:17:37.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZEmxby8g8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZEmxby8g8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5271885713098804051?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5271885713098804051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5271885713098804051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5271885713098804051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5271885713098804051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1138546715283624886</id><published>2008-09-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:07:54.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't believe we haven't put this one on here, yet!! I love this song, and I hope you will like it, too. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIpTVk8r_RY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIpTVk8r_RY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Grew up in a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And when the rain would fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'd just stare out my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Dreaming of what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And if I'd end up happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I would pray (I would pray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Trying hard to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But when I tried to speak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Felt like no one could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Wanted to belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But something felt so wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So I prayed I could break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I'll make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sleep under a palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Get onboard a fast train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Swinging around revolving doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Gotta keep moving on, moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Fly away, breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I gotta take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I gotta take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1138546715283624886?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1138546715283624886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1138546715283624886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1138546715283624886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1138546715283624886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6638949209417629577</id><published>2008-08-31T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:58:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I like this song. It's from the EFY 2007 CD. I can relate to what she's singing, and it's just happy but... Just listen to it, okay?? (sorry, the video isn't the greatest - it's the only thing I could find. So ignore the pictures of the girls because I have NO idea who they are...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jenny Jordan Frogley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMVdnv47dkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMVdnv47dkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not posting lyrics because I couldn't find any on the internet, and I'm too lazy to type any up... so yeah. You'll have to listen to it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6638949209417629577?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6638949209417629577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6638949209417629577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6638949209417629577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6638949209417629577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-2172271729579380149</id><published>2008-08-29T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:24:30.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I was listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; today (it's an awesome project! I love it!) and this song came on. I really liked it - I think we can all relate to the feelings that are expressed in this song, and we have all worried about these things before. I'm sure you'll connect with it, too. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmEagy5LGXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmEagy5LGXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if nobody likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what if I don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if I give it all that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I still don't got what they need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if I don't get anywhere at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will I be that small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if she doesn't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what if I'm not her type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if all the girls that ever like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are not the kind of girls that I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if I meet the right one and screw it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will I give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if they don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what if they think I'm a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if they act nice to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But they hate me and I don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if they end up stabbing me in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure or will I fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if nobody likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what if I don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if I give it all that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and it's not good enough till I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What if I don't get anywhere at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will I be that small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(makes me want it more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(harder than before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(never even lived)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-2172271729579380149?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2172271729579380149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=2172271729579380149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2172271729579380149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2172271729579380149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-6093682402513819716</id><published>2008-08-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:40:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been in a Beatles funk lately. I just like it. This song is sooo good! It could be taken to mean so many things (what do you think it means?)... and on top of it all, it always reminds me of that scene in "The Parent Trap" (the one with Lindsay Lohan). Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes the Sun&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUS49XSN6Zs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUS49XSN6Zs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I say it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I say it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I say it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I say it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-6093682402513819716?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6093682402513819716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=6093682402513819716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6093682402513819716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/6093682402513819716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes the Sun'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-216460474330579185</id><published>2008-08-25T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:15:11.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>This song is from the movie The Guardian. It is an amazing movie with an equally amazing song. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5hkFRdF3wJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5hkFRdF3wJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?&lt;br /&gt;Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?&lt;br /&gt;Could you close every day, without the glory and fame?&lt;br /&gt;Could you hold your head high, when no-one knows your name?&lt;br /&gt;That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'coz you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lose everything, you ever had planned? &lt;br /&gt;Can you sit down again, and play another hand? &lt;br /&gt;Could you risk everything, for the chance of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure find the grace, or would you come undone?&lt;br /&gt;That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'coz you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'but you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-216460474330579185?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/216460474330579185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=216460474330579185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/216460474330579185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/216460474330579185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-let-go.html' title='Never Let Go'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7523998597296749162</id><published>2008-08-14T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:56:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen</title><content type='html'>I heard this song for the first time last night as I was running on the treadmill.  I nearly cried.  This is SO true.  Man...some boys treat girls like this, you know?  It's by Katie Armiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNSEEN - KATIE ARMIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Standing in clear view&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to show&lt;br /&gt;I was like an open book&lt;br /&gt;You never even looked&lt;br /&gt;So much I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;The deepest part of me&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to reach&lt;br /&gt;It would have been so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was pay some attention&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was look past the surface&lt;br /&gt;But you never noticed much of anything&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was just try to listen&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was just catch a glimpse and&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy is that you left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;You left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my favorite color`s blue&lt;br /&gt;When I wore something new&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;You didn`t know my biggest fear&lt;br /&gt;Was that you didn`t care&lt;br /&gt;That this ain`t the life I want&lt;br /&gt;To be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;And have this great divide&lt;br /&gt;We were close but so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was pay some attention&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was look past the surface&lt;br /&gt;But you never noticed much of anything&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was just try to listen&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was just catch a glimpse and&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy is that you left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;You left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that ever really mattered was overlooked&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was pay some attention&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was look past the surface&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was pay some attention&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was look past the surface&lt;br /&gt;But you never noticed much of anything&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do was just try to listen&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was just catch a glimpse and&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy is that you left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;You left so much unseen&lt;br /&gt;You left so much unseen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7523998597296749162?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7523998597296749162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7523998597296749162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7523998597296749162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7523998597296749162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/unseen.html' title='Unseen'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4559982785329052747</id><published>2008-08-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:55:48.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know you all have heard this song at least once before in your life. I love it! I think it is a great song - learning that you aren't defined (I've often felt like I am defined by my sister, friends, and other peoples' views and thoughts about me). I can be whoever I want to be, and I don't have to stick to what other people think I'm going to be. And to get places in life, you sometimes have to release your inhibitions; get out of your shell. And that can be really fun some times. The whole song is about being yourself, and I think that is really a necessary thing in today's world, esp. for teenagers in the daunting world of high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BH0ZgJXzlkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't really like this version, but it was the first that I found that was embeddable. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lFXy5bIiSA"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for the full version (on YouTube)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I am unwritten, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can't read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm just beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The pen's in my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ending unplanned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Only you can let it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The rest is still unwritten, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I break tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sometimes my tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We've been conditioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To not make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I can't live that way oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Only you can let it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the rest still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Let the sun illuminate the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feel the rain on your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Only you can let it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Live you life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4559982785329052747?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4559982785329052747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4559982785329052747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4559982785329052747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4559982785329052747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8110321469731041984</id><published>2008-08-10T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:26:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation from Thaïs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I learned this song recently, and I think it is a beautiful piece. And it wasn't too difficult for me (except for vibrato), which was awesome because I know Britt learned it, too (fairly recently). So that means I'm as good as she is, right? haha jk! That's a funny one. The two girls in this video are AMAZING. I hope they continue with their talents and do recordings and stuff. I will buy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope you can appreciate and enjoy this piece as much as I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mediation from Thaïs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jules Massenet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Performed by Valerie Kim, Accompanied by Dominique Kim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/we-S7F57jH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/we-S7F57jH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8110321469731041984?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8110321469731041984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8110321469731041984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8110321469731041984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8110321469731041984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/meditation-from-thas.html' title='Meditation from Thaïs'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3689392906176017726</id><published>2008-08-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:04:59.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't really like this song, but it's been in my head lately (it's pop dance music. it gets stuck there like gum to the bottom of my shoe). I like the video - I think it's pretty funny. And today I heard this song on the radio, and it's the first time I've heard any of their songs on the radio (other than on RadioDisney, which doesn't count!), so I thought I'd post it as a...tribute? I dunno. Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnin' Up&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXLHgPcZuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXLHgPcZuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You go around  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who I am  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you don't  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've got me on my toes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm slipping into the lava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause I'm burnin' up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Burnin' up for you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Come on girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I fell (I fell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So fast (so fast) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't hold myself back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;High heels (high heels) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red dress (red dress) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All by yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gotta catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I walk in the room  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I can see is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, you're staring me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know you feel it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Slippin' into the lava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;`Cause I'm burnin' up,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Burnin' up for you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[BIG ROB'S RAP] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, we're burnin' up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In this place tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The brothers' singing loud  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(And we're feelin' right!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get up and dance  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't try to fight it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Big Rob for real  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(And that's no lie) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop, drop and roll  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(And touch the floor)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(to keep from burnin' up)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've got the JB with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playing it down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come on boys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bring the chorus around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm slipping into the lava  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Burnin' up, burnin' up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under (heyyyy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter (come on!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause I'm burnin' up,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Burnin' up for you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Burnin' up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Burnin' up for you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3689392906176017726?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3689392906176017726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3689392906176017726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3689392906176017726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3689392906176017726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html' title='Burnin&apos; Up'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4720252001763983636</id><published>2008-08-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:29:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivaldi's Four Seasons: Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's August... and summer is drawing to a close as we can see the first day of school without flipping calendar pages. :( But I love this song. I like the third movement best - it's called "Presto" and it starts (in this video) at about 7:45 (time on the little slider...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I REALLY want to learn this movement for concerto night, but it is probably impossibly hard and my teacher probably won't let me. This girl in the video does a decent job. You will actually have to listen to this one, seeing as there are no lyrics to post (I almost like classical music better than music with words - however, it's harder to sing along to, and I love to sing along).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Concerto No. 2 in g-minor (Summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Antonio Vivaldi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Performed by Julia Fischer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZAAulM4sj0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZAAulM4sj0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4720252001763983636?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4720252001763983636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4720252001763983636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4720252001763983636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4720252001763983636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/vivaldis-four-seasons-summer.html' title='Vivaldi&apos;s Four Seasons: Summer'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1624278001929053075</id><published>2008-07-30T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:22:31.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Way We Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More dance music. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's the Way We Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEtm2TJTP7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEtm2TJTP7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on my roof with my brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There's a whale in the pool with my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And my dad paints the house different colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Where would we be, if we couldn't dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're never gonna fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are more than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So call us freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But that's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You got moves, I've got shoes, let's go dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Pop and lock, battle dance [battle dance] against Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If we lose, all the girls, they'll be laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Where would we be, if we couldn't dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're never gonna fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are more than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So call us freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But that's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And we're old enough to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're never letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause that's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're never gonna fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are more than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So call us freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But that's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We get a little loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We're never gonna fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We know more than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So call us freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause that's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Oh That's just the way we roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1624278001929053075?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1624278001929053075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1624278001929053075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1624278001929053075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1624278001929053075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-way-we-roll.html' title='That&apos;s the Way We Roll'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1894889352870482683</id><published>2008-07-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:56:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Everything</title><content type='html'>Here's another song Jim sang that night.  I think I fell in love with this song, it's one of my favorites now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EVERYTHING - KEITH URBAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I looked in your eyes I knew&lt;br /&gt;That I would do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;The first time you touched my face I felt&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never felt with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana give back what you've givin' to me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna witness all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've shown me who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be more then just your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;And be the hand that lifts your veil&lt;br /&gt;And be the moon that moves your tide&lt;br /&gt;The sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheels that never rust&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more, I wanna be your everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up, I'll be the first thing you see&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets dark you can reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish your words and I'll finish your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your compass baby, when you get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;And be the hand that lifts your veil&lt;br /&gt;And be the moon that moves your tide&lt;br /&gt;The sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheels that never rust&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more, I wanna be your everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheels that never rust&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you've been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more, I wanna be your everything...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1894889352870482683?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1894889352870482683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1894889352870482683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1894889352870482683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1894889352870482683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-everything.html' title='Your Everything'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8067025720248112642</id><published>2008-07-21T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:53:24.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>I think I had heard this song once or twice before last week.  I had gone down to Eureka with Jim and Al and David, and Jim was playing the piano and singing for us.  The last song he sang was this one...and for whatever reason, it really moved me.  Somehow, it healed me the rest of the way when I heard him sing that.  It was gorgeous and emotional and I was crying my eyes out (umm random!)  It was cool, he made his voice sound like Garth Brooks', too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DANCE - GARTH BROOKS&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the memory of&lt;br /&gt;The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone&lt;br /&gt;For a moment all the world was right&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;The way it all would end,&lt;br /&gt;The way it all would go&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;br /&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;br /&gt;But I'd've had to miss&lt;br /&gt;The dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you I held everything&lt;br /&gt;For a moment wasn't I a king&lt;br /&gt;But if I'd only known how the king would fall&lt;br /&gt;Hey who's to say you know&lt;br /&gt;I might have changed it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm glad I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;The way it all would end,&lt;br /&gt;The way it all would go&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are better left to chance&lt;br /&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;br /&gt;But I'd've had to miss&lt;br /&gt;The dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my life is better left to chance&lt;br /&gt;I could have missed the pain&lt;br /&gt;But I'd've had to miss&lt;br /&gt;The Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8067025720248112642?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8067025720248112642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8067025720248112642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8067025720248112642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8067025720248112642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5109916915927044059</id><published>2008-07-18T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:14:44.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is one of my FAVORITE songs. Especially at dances and such. I always smile when it comes on. The movie was pretty good, too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Thing You Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzllVlzzeuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzllVlzzeuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Doin' that thing you do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Breaking my heart into a million pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Like you always do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't mean to be cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You never even knew about the heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I've been going through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well I try and try to forget you girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But it's just so hard to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every time you do that thing you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Know all the games you play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You'll be mine someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause we,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Could be happy can't you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And keep you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I try and try to forget you girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But it's just so hard to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every time you do that thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I don't ask a lot girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But I know one thing's for sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It's the love I haven't got girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I just can't take it anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause we,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Could be happy can't you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And keep you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Cause it hurts me so just to see you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Around with someone new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And if I know you you're doin' that thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Every day just doin' that thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5109916915927044059?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5109916915927044059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5109916915927044059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5109916915927044059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5109916915927044059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That Thing You Do'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4914113936227476230</id><published>2008-07-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:50:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play My Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I watched &lt;i&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/i&gt;. I also mocked it the whole way through (haha). But, I really like this song. It's totally my type - DANCE IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Play My Music&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyfoswB2KQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyfoswB2KQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Turn on that radio&lt;br /&gt;As loud as it can go&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance until my feet can't feel the ground (feel the ground)&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to all my fears&lt;br /&gt;One good song may disappear&lt;br /&gt;And nothing in the world can bring me down (bring me down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand clapping&lt;br /&gt;Hip shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;There's no faking&lt;br /&gt;What you feel, when your riding home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Music's got control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my six-string on my back&lt;br /&gt;Don't need anything but that&lt;br /&gt;Everything I want is here with me (here with me)&lt;br /&gt;So forget that fancy car&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to go that far&lt;br /&gt;What's driving me is following my dreams, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand clapping&lt;br /&gt;Earth shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;There's no faking&lt;br /&gt;What you feel when you're on a roll&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Music's got control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;Without the sound of all my heros, singing all my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;So I can sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Music's got control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Music's got control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never letting go, no no&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play my music&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4914113936227476230?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4914113936227476230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4914113936227476230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4914113936227476230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4914113936227476230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/play-my-music.html' title='Play My Music'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5393582361290657133</id><published>2008-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:01:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe In You</title><content type='html'>Ha ha, I just had to put this in again. I know it's already on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myTzrtr46dI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myTzrtr46dI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"i believe in you" - celine dion &amp;amp; il divo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lonely the path you have chosen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; a restless road no turning back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; one day you will find your light again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; don't you know-- don't let go this time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus] Follow your heart let your love lead through the darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to a place you once knew i believe, i believe, i believe in you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; follow your dreams, be yourself an angel of kindness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; there's nothing that you cannot do--i believe, i believe, i believe in you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[translation of the french] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all alone, you will go on your way all alone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heart open to the universe pursue your quest without looking back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; don't wait for the day to arise--follow your star &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus] go where your dream takes you one day you will touch it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you believe, if you believe, if you believe in yourself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;follow your light don't extinguish the flame that you carry in your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; remember that i believe, that i believe, that i believe in you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[English]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someday i'll find you--someday you'll find me too &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when i hold you close i know that it's true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; follow your heart let your love lead through the darkness &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to a place you once knew i believe, i believe, i believe in you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;follow your dreams be yourself an angel of kindness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; there's nothing that you cannot do i believe, i believe, i believe in you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i believe, i believe, i believe in you i believe, i believe, i believe in you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5393582361290657133?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5393582361290657133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5393582361290657133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5393582361290657133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5393582361290657133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-in-you.html' title='I Believe In You'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-2659119479235773033</id><published>2008-07-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:56:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Originally an Enrique Iglesias (not surprising), but I like this version better... *sigh while heart is melting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Me&lt;br /&gt;Drake Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZPYnMVGSTg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZPYnMVGSTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Like I remember you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend your life&lt;br /&gt;Going back in your mind to that time?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I walk the streets alone&lt;br /&gt;I hate being on my own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone can see that I really fell&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going through hell&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 'bout you with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, how could we go wrong&lt;br /&gt;It was so good and now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross&lt;br /&gt;And what we had isn't lost&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're always right here in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be in my life&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not in your life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're in my memory&lt;br /&gt;You, when you remember me&lt;br /&gt;And before you set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh, listen please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath, without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me (oh yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-2659119479235773033?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2659119479235773033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=2659119479235773033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2659119479235773033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2659119479235773033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/somebodys-me.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Me'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7778387797130553508</id><published>2008-07-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:50:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A great song for a breakup. Not that I know from personal experience. Like I said, I'm in a sappy love song funk. It's really weird... But I still like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold On&lt;br /&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xo0bpPbiUlM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time left to regret (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;It will take more than common sense (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;So stop your wondering take a stand (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life than just to live (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One single smile, a helping hand (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard to be a friend (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;So don't give up, stand 'til the end (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life than just to live (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;And they break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on love&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, restart&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;And your feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;All your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;And they break your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't give up on love&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, restart&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;And they break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on love&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, restart&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7778387797130553508?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7778387797130553508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7778387797130553508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7778387797130553508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7778387797130553508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-462816289703457520</id><published>2008-07-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:32:11.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straitjacket Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are some lines in this song I can really relate to... And I love listening to it, too!  I guess I can relate to the pain, as well as the confusion, and the "today I'm fine without you" attitude.  That's probably the biggest part: "Yesterday was hell, but today I'm fine without you."  My heartbreak was quite...hard...but somehow I'm alright now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straitjacket Feeling - All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back me down from backing up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold your breath now it's stacking up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Etched with marks, but I can deal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you're the problem and you can't feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try this on, straightjacket feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So maybe I won't be alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hell,&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you would be,&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust you is just one defense&lt;br /&gt;Off a list of others, you don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Beg me time and time again&lt;br /&gt;To take you back now, but you can't win&lt;br /&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you would be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that memory slips away&lt;br /&gt;There will be a better view from here&lt;br /&gt;And only lonesome you remains&lt;br /&gt;And just the thought of you I fear&lt;br /&gt;It falls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you would be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-462816289703457520?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/462816289703457520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=462816289703457520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/462816289703457520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/462816289703457520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/straitjacket-feeling.html' title='Straitjacket Feeling'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-4046286106630755693</id><published>2008-07-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:19:45.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I used to listen to these two a lot. I don't really know what the song means so much, but I like the beat, music, etc. And I like the line in the chorus: Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over, Be every color that you are. It's a good message to be sending out (if all but subliminally) to the younger girls who listen to this song. (I hope the lyrics are right... they look a little fishy to me. I'll fix them when I get home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush&lt;br /&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGkf80Um0Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGkf80Um0Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into your head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;into your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;out of your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;race through your veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't escape, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can't escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;into your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out of the dark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so light again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't explain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you feel it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rushin' through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rushin' through your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you feel it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you feel it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let nobody tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your life is over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be every color that you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into the rush now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Know it all before you'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than you land spinning around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lifting your feet right off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't believe this is happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;can you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;Rushin' through your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Rushin' through your head,&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;can you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody tell you,&lt;br /&gt;your life is over,&lt;br /&gt;Be every color that you are,&lt;br /&gt;Into the rush now,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know how,&lt;br /&gt;Know it all before you'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes you to another place,&lt;br /&gt;imagine everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;All the colors start to blend,&lt;br /&gt;The system overloads again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let nobody tell you your life is over,&lt;br /&gt;Be every color that you are,&lt;br /&gt;Into the rush now,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know how,&lt;br /&gt;Know it all before you'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-4046286106630755693?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4046286106630755693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=4046286106630755693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4046286106630755693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/4046286106630755693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5213430554922589334</id><published>2008-07-10T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:49:54.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Through Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>I can't really say that this song applies to me, but it is just so beautiful. Looking Through Your Eyes, sung by LeAnn Rimes as found in the movie Quest for Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you see&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And describe it to me&lt;br /&gt;The heavens are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;With starlight tonight&lt;br /&gt;That's what I see&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Each time that you smile&lt;br /&gt;I hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Just go on for miles&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I know&lt;br /&gt;My life is worth while&lt;br /&gt;That's what I see&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]Here in the night&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Our two hearts are one&lt;br /&gt;It's out of our hands&lt;br /&gt;We can't stop what we have begun&lt;br /&gt;And love just took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Looking through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself&lt;br /&gt;And instead I see us&lt;br /&gt;Whoever I am now&lt;br /&gt;It feels like enough&lt;br /&gt;And I see a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who is learning to trust&lt;br /&gt;That's who I see through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some things we don't know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a heart just needs to go&lt;br /&gt;And there is so much I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the open sky with you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5213430554922589334?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5213430554922589334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5213430554922589334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5213430554922589334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5213430554922589334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-through-your-eyes.html' title='Looking Through Your Eyes'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8030684091322898614</id><published>2008-07-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:13:57.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit that I don't look so far into the lyrics like the rest of you do... So while you're finding sentimental meanings and "perfect" songs, I'm rocking out to my new favorite tune. I'm more into how the music makes me feel (I really like dance-party songs, as I call them), rather than what exactly it has to say. So long as it's clean, I'm excited. And I've also been in a "sappy love song" funk as of late... don't know why. I also prefer to listen to the song while I'm reading lyrics, so that's why I posted the video. Here's one of my new favs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JUvbJekM88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JUvbJekM88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Told you I made dinner plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For you and me and no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That don't include your crazy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With awkward situations empty conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooh! This is an S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't want a second guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave my all for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I can't find the other half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;better believe I bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a call I'll never get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this is where the story ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A conversation on IM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Texting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the miscommunication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooh! This is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a second guess,&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true!&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you,&lt;br /&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass,&lt;br /&gt;better believe I bled.&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next time I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm giving you a high five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause hugs are over rated, just FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooh! This is an S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't want a second guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave my all for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now my heart's in two (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooh! This is an S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't want a second guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave my all for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;better believe I bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a call I'll never get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I love the last few seconds of the video... the boys running. makes me laugh every time!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8030684091322898614?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8030684091322898614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8030684091322898614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8030684091322898614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8030684091322898614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-95570079402803196</id><published>2008-07-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:41:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE!!</title><content type='html'>Should I just let this song speak for itself?  JoJo's "Leave (Get Out)" is a PERFECT song.  To go behind my back and call my friend, boy you musta gone and bumped your head, because you left her number on your phone!  Lol.  That's kinda what happened to me.  Boy decides he likes my friend a whole bunch.  Whoop dee doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave (Get Out)"&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all day for ya babe&lt;br /&gt;So won't cha come and sit and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how we're gonna be together always&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know that when it's late at night&lt;br /&gt;I Hold on to my pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;And think of how you promised me forever&lt;br /&gt;(I never thought that anyone)&lt;br /&gt;Could make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;(Now that you're here boy all I want)&lt;br /&gt;Is just a chance to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Get Out, (leave) right now,&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (now) and I can't wait for you to be gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know about her (who) and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies&lt;br /&gt;You said that you would treat me right but you was just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;(waste of time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're looking so confused&lt;br /&gt;When I'm the one who didn't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;How could you ever be so cold&lt;br /&gt;To go behind my back and call my friend&lt;br /&gt;Boy you must have gone and bumped your head&lt;br /&gt;Because you left her number on your phone&lt;br /&gt;(So now after all is said and done)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the one to blame but&lt;br /&gt;(To think that you could be the one)&lt;br /&gt;Well it didn't work out that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you right here with me but I have no choice you've gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart is breakin'&lt;br /&gt;With every word I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I had&lt;br /&gt;On something that just wouldn't last&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to cry&lt;br /&gt;No tears will fall from these&lt;br /&gt;Eyeee-eeee-eeees&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out (leave)&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (too late)&lt;br /&gt;You ohh&lt;br /&gt;Bout her (who, why)&lt;br /&gt;You said that you would treat me right (noooo)&lt;br /&gt;but it was just a waste of time (waste of time)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh oh oh oh hoh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-95570079402803196?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/95570079402803196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=95570079402803196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/95570079402803196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/95570079402803196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave.html' title='LEAVE!!'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5011375870912262434</id><published>2008-07-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:36:05.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, we've all been hurt before....</title><content type='html'>Here's a song by the Corrs (an incredible group, by the way!).  It was on the way to California that I heard it for the second time ever, and somehow it made sense.  I always get these epiphonies at weird times, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second verse is the most powerful for me.  I really AM trying to unwind the pain in my heart.  And truly, some of my "visions" at night do make me blind... I have these vivid dreams where everything is okay again, and it's so glorious and blindingly beautiful... it blinds me to what really happened.  I wake up, however, and I want to be blind again. Blind to reality.  Blind to pain.  I've been left with so many scars, and I guess the only way to "erase" them is from "within."  Start over.  "She's down and she's praying again."  It's not that I ever stopped praying... but... my prayers are different now.  I am past the stage where my prayers consisted of "Heavenly Father, please make him love me again..."  I know that's pathetic of me but that's seriously what was in my prayers for a while.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chorus... yes, I'm trying to live again.  I AM embracing the rollercoaster world.  The rollercoaster LIFE, for crying out loud.  I'm trying to have the courage to LIVE again, with body and soul.  Take it in stride, I'm just seventeen, and you know we've all been hurt before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurt Before"&lt;br /&gt;She's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goes&lt;br /&gt;Loves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knows&lt;br /&gt;But at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Her someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me be brave - for love&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pain in her heart, she's trying so hard to unwind&lt;br /&gt;Makes her cry in the night, when visions so real make her blind&lt;br /&gt;Wants to break through the the fear&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the scars from within&lt;br /&gt;Start a new kind of being - she's down and she's praying again&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me be brave - for love&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she's -Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside, with body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever future holds&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;And you know we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Violin solo]&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;So you're not alone... no...&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5011375870912262434?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5011375870912262434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5011375870912262434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5011375870912262434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5011375870912262434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-weve-all-been-hurt-before.html' title='You know, we&apos;ve all been hurt before....'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-8190330988132236367</id><published>2008-07-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:18:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star-Spangled Banner!</title><content type='html'>We don't sing the last verse enough. It's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us as a nation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this be our motto: "In God is our trust",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-8190330988132236367?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8190330988132236367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=8190330988132236367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8190330988132236367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/8190330988132236367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/star-spangled-banner.html' title='Star-Spangled Banner!'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-7413746421226778630</id><published>2008-07-01T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:14:53.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America the Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think this song is so gorgeous. I love America. I love the rights, freedoms, and priviledges that we have that many other people do not. I love what this song says, and how it talks about how our country came about; glimpses of the past. I think this song is truly inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for spacious skies,&lt;br /&gt;For amber waves of grain,&lt;br /&gt;For purple mountain majesties&lt;br /&gt;Above the fruited plain!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for pilgrim feet&lt;br /&gt;Whose stern impassioned stress&lt;br /&gt;A thoroughfare of freedom beat&lt;br /&gt;Across the wilderness!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God mend thine every flaw,&lt;br /&gt;Confirm thy soul in self-control,&lt;br /&gt;Thy liberty in law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for heroes proved&lt;br /&gt;In liberating strife.&lt;br /&gt;Who more than self their country loved&lt;br /&gt;And mercy more than life!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;May God thy gold refine&lt;br /&gt;Till all success be nobleness&lt;br /&gt;And every gain divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for patriot dream&lt;br /&gt;That sees beyond the years&lt;br /&gt;Thine alabaster cities gleam&lt;br /&gt;Undimmed by human tears!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for glory-tale&lt;br /&gt;Of liberating strife&lt;br /&gt;When once and twice,&lt;br /&gt;for man's avail&lt;br /&gt;Men lavished precious life!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;Till selfish gain no longer stain&lt;br /&gt;The banner of the free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-7413746421226778630?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7413746421226778630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=7413746421226778630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7413746421226778630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/7413746421226778630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/america-beautiful.html' title='America the Beautiful'/><author><name>almondjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.sweetjanes.com/images/Almond%20Joy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-5748618608971109258</id><published>2008-06-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:28:12.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Rain on MY Parade!</title><content type='html'>I grew up with 5 sisters. That means that I was the brunt of all the angry and depressing mood swings that my sisters would get (at least ONE would be unhappy at a certain point of time. Even in Disneyland. Honestly.). But I would press on! And that's why I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me not to fly,&lt;br /&gt;I've simply got to,&lt;br /&gt;If someone take a spill,&lt;br /&gt;It's me and not you!&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me not to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit and putter.&lt;br /&gt;Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter&lt;br /&gt;Who told yo you're allowed to rain on MY parade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll march my band out,&lt;br /&gt;I'll beat my drum.&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm fanned out,&lt;br /&gt;Your turn at bat, sir,&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection&lt;br /&gt;or freckle on the nose of life's complexion,&lt;br /&gt;The cinderella or a shine apple of it's eye,&lt;br /&gt;I gotty fly once, I gotta try once,&lt;br /&gt;Only can die once, right sir?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, life is juicy,&lt;br /&gt;jicy and you see,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have my bite, sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for me love,&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm a "comer"&lt;br /&gt;I simply gotta march&lt;br /&gt;My heart's a drummer&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir,&lt;br /&gt;No sir,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live and live now&lt;br /&gt;Get what I want, I know how&lt;br /&gt;All that the law will allow&lt;br /&gt;One roll for the whole shebang&lt;br /&gt;One throw that bell will go clang&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm alone I'm a gang&lt;br /&gt;Eye on the target and wham,&lt;br /&gt;One shot, one gun shot, and BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Arnstein!!! Here I am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-5748618608971109258?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5748618608971109258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=5748618608971109258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5748618608971109258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/5748618608971109258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-rain-on-my-parade.html' title='Don&apos;t Rain on MY Parade!'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-1609442565535975491</id><published>2008-06-27T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:50:21.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Great Song</title><content type='html'>So, I used to not really be a country fan until one of my coworkers first showed me this song. Since then, I've started liking country music (much to some of my friends' dismay). =) Here is one of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it will be like&lt;br /&gt;When I walk&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes will see&lt;br /&gt;When your face&lt;br /&gt;Is before me&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your glory,&lt;br /&gt;what will my heart feel&lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;or in awe of you be still&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in your presence&lt;br /&gt;or to my knees will I fall&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;will I be able to speak at all&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the Son&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When all I will do&lt;br /&gt;Is forever Forever worship You&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus repeats a couple of times. This song just is great. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-1609442565535975491?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1609442565535975491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=1609442565535975491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1609442565535975491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/1609442565535975491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-song.html' title='Great Song'/><author><name>nicvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VorrgA7G0IY/S2uskdPeDqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/01mLYF16Io4/S220/Sunset2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-214398025211407066</id><published>2008-06-25T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:49:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>Well, since we're blogging about music and stuff, I thought I'd share one of my favorite songs.  It's called "Lessons Learned" by Carrie Underwood, from her "Some Hearts" album.  I like it because...well, it's so true.  I have made SO many mistakes in my life; we all have.  You know the ones you think you can never EVER fix because you messed up so bad?  But there is always a lesson or two to be learned from those experiences... and when you realize you're learning, it's like BAM! And it's so cool.  That's why I love listening to this song; it reminds me that even if I feel like I messed up, I need to be learning, and it will help me become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my favorite lines is "I'm grateful for every break in my heart."  It's hard to be grateful for heartbreaks, but...I guess they do make you better.  And all those days I wondered how I'd get through the night because I was crying so much.  I learned a few lessons, I guess!  You know...the more I think about this song, the more I realize that every single line pertains to me.  Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I might do several Carrie Underwood songs, because they are ALL so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lessons Learned"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some things that I regret,&lt;br /&gt;Some words I wish had gone unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;Some starts&lt;br /&gt;That had some bitter endings&lt;br /&gt;Been some bad times I've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Damage I cannot undo,&lt;br /&gt;Some things&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do all all over again&lt;br /&gt;But it don't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;Life gets that much harder,&lt;br /&gt;It makes you that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wondered how I'd get through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Every change life has thrown me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for every break in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for every scar,&lt;br /&gt;Some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's mistakes that I have made,&lt;br /&gt;Some chances I just threw away,&lt;br /&gt;Some roads&lt;br /&gt;I never should've taken,&lt;br /&gt;Been some signs I didn't see,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that I hurt needlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Some wounds&lt;br /&gt;That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,&lt;br /&gt;But it don't make no difference,&lt;br /&gt;The past can't be rewritten,&lt;br /&gt;You get the life you're given&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that break you,&lt;br /&gt;Are all the things that make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the past,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you just gotta move on,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-214398025211407066?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/214398025211407066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=214398025211407066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/214398025211407066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/214398025211407066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>FiddleWiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4NGoi2Z8Rbg/TL3qRzZqk_I/AAAAAAAACgQ/kq10WO8L2JI/S220/CNP_0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-2639181574532898608</id><published>2008-06-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:32:03.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Sunshine</title><content type='html'>This song characterizes me when I'm happy. Usually for no reason in particular. But I can hear myself singing to it and clicking my fingers and dancing to it when I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the song is sung by someone who's in love. But most happy songs are...it doesn't necessarily mean I'm in love. I'm just happy. Like the singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walking on Sunshine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sung by Katrina and the Waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me; now baby I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now ev'ry time I go for the mailbox, I hold myself down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa! And don't it feel good! Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't it feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me: now I know that it's true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I  don't want to spend my whole life just waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you back and I want you to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't it feel good! Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't it feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't it feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking on Sunshine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking on sunshine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love, it's really real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love, it's really real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't it feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't it feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-2639181574532898608?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2639181574532898608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=2639181574532898608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2639181574532898608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/2639181574532898608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on Sunshine'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129605696113877735.post-3254162423535000997</id><published>2008-06-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:22:42.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Music!</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency to have songs that characterize feelings or situations in my life. I think most of us do have those kind of songs. I'm making this blog so I can put down those songs.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, lyrics are the only thing we can put on here. You can't hear the song--and the actual music is half of what makes us feel the music. But maybe we can inspire each other to look up songs we haven't heard before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1129605696113877735-3254162423535000997?l=musicfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3254162423535000997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1129605696113877735&amp;postID=3254162423535000997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3254162423535000997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1129605696113877735/posts/default/3254162423535000997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-music.html' title='Feeling the Music!'/><author><name>Yoshi!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BAgXigZBsSs/SBE9PPZQ08I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qGnd0NLAsKA/S220/mario_party_8_conceptart_nXWfZ_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
