<?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-7881430</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:09:24.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC</title><subtitle type='html'>a sing-along :
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Suck it up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-452993169425104028</id><published>2011-07-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:52:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninteen</title><content type='html'>A song you think most people would like&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, 102.1 FM The Edge asked listeners to pick their favorite 'new' rock song of all time.  This is what they picked for #1.  Personally, can't stand the song myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GLvohMXgcBo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-452993169425104028?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/452993169425104028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=452993169425104028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/452993169425104028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/452993169425104028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-ninteen.html' title='Day Ninteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GLvohMXgcBo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1238954455640189871</id><published>2011-07-29T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:43:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>A song from the year you were born&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carry On My Wayward Son  - Kansas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can Google which year; I am not offering up that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pw6_VXPwm6U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/7881430-1238954455640189871?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1238954455640189871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1238954455640189871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1238954455640189871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1238954455640189871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-eighteen.html' title='Day Eighteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pw6_VXPwm6U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-9180792946784048149</id><published>2011-07-28T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:38:40.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>A song from a movie (what is the movie?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I Love You So  - Preston Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to love this song when I was a kid...The movie not-so-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nM_xvwQoip8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/7881430-9180792946784048149?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/9180792946784048149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=9180792946784048149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/9180792946784048149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/9180792946784048149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-seventeen.html' title='Day Seventeen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nM_xvwQoip8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-553148851441930512</id><published>2011-07-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:45:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>A song you like but a friend hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear friend who hates almost everything I listen to.  But anything country music irks him the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FAPdrHgjetM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-553148851441930512?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/553148851441930512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=553148851441930512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/553148851441930512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/553148851441930512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-sixten.html' title='Day Sixteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FAPdrHgjetM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1695347092438483443</id><published>2011-07-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:07:26.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>A song you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could music get any more annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/09qBdgqwYJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1695347092438483443?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1695347092438483443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1695347092438483443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1695347092438483443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1695347092438483443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-fifteen.html' title='Day Fifteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/09qBdgqwYJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-6157651837485977760</id><published>2011-07-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:38:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>A song with a good video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest here.  I have not watched many music videos since I was a teenager (and not even much then).  Sure, I may listen to the music on youtube, but typically the browser is behind many others.  Music videos annoy me.  They interfere with my thoughts and imagination.  But I do live in a world where other people watch music videos, so I will just post the last one I did happen to see.  I would not use good as the word to describe the video though.  I would say more like...fucked-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wV1FrqwZyKw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-6157651837485977760?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6157651837485977760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=6157651837485977760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/6157651837485977760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/6157651837485977760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wV1FrqwZyKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-3067305023192441928</id><published>2011-07-24T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:26:28.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen</title><content type='html'>A favorite cover song (and do you know who sang the original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never could decide which version I liked better.  This one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bp11vxr_pD4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8yRdDnrB5kM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, James Faye "Roy" Hall made the first recording of the song in 1954, but the origins of the song and who the writer(s) of it are still disputed.  Hall says he wrote all, a man named Dave Williams says he wrote it all.  And some folks say they wrote it together.  And I bet neither of them did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eA-YlZ4HX3c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-3067305023192441928?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3067305023192441928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=3067305023192441928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/3067305023192441928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/3067305023192441928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-thirteen.html' title='Day Thirteen'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bp11vxr_pD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-4048318106425445671</id><published>2011-07-23T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:21:15.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>A song from any dead artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh that a song like this was ever written.  I love singing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fM9jT2eM6KQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-4048318106425445671?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4048318106425445671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=4048318106425445671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/4048318106425445671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/4048318106425445671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fM9jT2eM6KQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-2627396014860524407</id><published>2011-07-23T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:18:28.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Interruption</title><content type='html'>There were other things I had to be doing the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music countdown continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-2627396014860524407?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2627396014860524407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=2627396014860524407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2627396014860524407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2627396014860524407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorry-for-interruption.html' title='Sorry for the Interruption'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1820807104292956013</id><published>2011-07-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:19:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>A song from an artist you are attracted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the challenge keeps going this way, I am going to run out of his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the hell she says&lt;br /&gt;I just can't win for losing&lt;br /&gt;And she lays back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man there's so many times&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doin'&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says it's funny how the night can make you blind&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;But if she feels bad then I do too&lt;br /&gt;So I let her be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says ooh I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Her tears like diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And her diamonds bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's down in it&lt;br /&gt;She tried her best but now she can't win&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her diamonds falling down, way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits down and stares into the distance&lt;br /&gt;And it takes all night&lt;br /&gt;And I know I could break her concentration&lt;br /&gt;But it don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sits down on the bed and starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;And there's something less about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;So I sit down and I cry too&lt;br /&gt;But don't let her see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says ooh, I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Her tears like diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And her diamonds bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's down in it&lt;br /&gt;She tried her best but now she can't win&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shuts out the night&lt;br /&gt;Tries to close her eyes&lt;br /&gt;If she can find daylight&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll be alright, she'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says ooh, I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Her tears like diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And her diamonds bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's down in it&lt;br /&gt;She tried her best but now she can't win&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her diamonds falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Her tears like diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;But her diamonds bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's down in it&lt;br /&gt;She tried her best but now she can't win&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No more, no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No more, no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(No more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;Her diamonds falling, all her diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take these diamonds falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mNCgfrjKcqs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1820807104292956013?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1820807104292956013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1820807104292956013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1820807104292956013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1820807104292956013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mNCgfrjKcqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1160430133403732145</id><published>2011-07-09T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:12:38.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>A song from one of your favourite albums. (what is the album?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home (Sanitarium) from Metallica's Master of Puppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WElvEZj0Ltw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1160430133403732145?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1160430133403732145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1160430133403732145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1160430133403732145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1160430133403732145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WElvEZj0Ltw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-5967235874420436693</id><published>2011-07-08T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:03:39.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>A childhood memory T.V. theme tune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='Day Nine'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pexVTVMkt8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-6442850978909367729</id><published>2011-07-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:58:29.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>A song you used to like but now hate: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lcOxhH8N3Bo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lcOxhH8N3Bo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-6079606725038170635</id><published>2011-07-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:25:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>Day 07: One of your favourite songs: Bright Lights - Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NLaLsNkaEq8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-6079606725038170635?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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We probably acted just as retarded as the 3 Stooges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mBiHysKnvGs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-970066629068951968?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/970066629068951968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=970066629068951968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/970066629068951968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/970066629068951968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mBiHysKnvGs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-2332751195153957370</id><published>2011-07-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:25:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>A song a friend likes but you don’t: I Like To Move It - Sacha Baron Cohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QoNkfOHBzQk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-2332751195153957370?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2332751195153957370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=2332751195153957370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2332751195153957370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2332751195153957370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QoNkfOHBzQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-4814940264477192771</id><published>2011-07-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:24:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>A Song You Remember Your Parents Playing: She Drives Me Crazy - Fine Young Cannibals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was pretty cool about us listening to whatever we wanted, and most of the time her own taste was not too bad. But she played this song ALL the time and it drove me...Well...Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XSCJJkFgt_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-4814940264477192771?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4814940264477192771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=4814940264477192771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/4814940264477192771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/4814940264477192771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XSCJJkFgt_w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-8814507049707308092</id><published>2011-07-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:23:50.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>A song that reminds you of a night out. (when was it and where?): A Girl's Gotta Do (What A Girl's Gotta Do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy McCready will forever remind me of night's out with Wendy at Marco's (1999). My karaoke happened before the bar, as I cannot carry a tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fcEGfu_a1hw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-8814507049707308092?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8814507049707308092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=8814507049707308092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/8814507049707308092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/8814507049707308092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fcEGfu_a1hw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-9027886612225462612</id><published>2011-07-01T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:23:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; font-size: small; "&gt;A song from the first album you ever bought. (what was the album?) : He's A Dream - Shandi Sinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; font-size: small; "&gt;Flashdance Soundtrack.  Still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O4pRK7OLDxo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-9027886612225462612?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/9027886612225462612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=9027886612225462612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/9027886612225462612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/9027886612225462612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-from-first-album-you-ever-bought.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O4pRK7OLDxo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-5808058394257205030</id><published>2011-06-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:22:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; font-size: small; "&gt;A song you know all the lyrics to: Push - Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite song of all time. I do hope that is not one of the challenges later on. I did not read them, so each day would be a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/goQXKo1EdCY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-5808058394257205030?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5808058394257205030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=5808058394257205030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/5808058394257205030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/5808058394257205030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/goQXKo1EdCY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-8354353217795486195</id><published>2011-06-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:35:16.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Day Music Challenge</title><content type='html'>The rules for this challenge is as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01: A song you know all the lyrics to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02: A song from the first album you ever bought. (what was the album?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 03: A song that reminds you of a night out. (when was it and where?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 04: A song you can remember you parents listening to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05: A song a friend likes but you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06: A novelty song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07: One of your favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08: A song you used to like but now hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09: A childhood memory T.V. theme tune.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: A song from one of your favourite albums. (what is the album?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: A song from an artist you are attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: A song from any dead artist.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: A favourite cover song. (do you know who sang the original?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: A song with a good video.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: A song you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: A song you like but a friend hates.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: A song from a movie. (what is the movie?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: A song from the year you were born.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: A song you think most people would like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: A good 80′s song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: A song with a name in it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: A song that is over 7 minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: A song with no lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: A good 70′s song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: A song you would ask a DJ to play at a party.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: A good 60′s song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: A song with a number in it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: A really old song. (roughly what year?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: A Michael Jackson song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30: One of the oldest songs that you like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 31: If you were to have a party for your birthday, this song has to be played.&lt;br /&gt;Day 32: A song in the current charts you like the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 33: A really short song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 34: A song performed by an actor/actress.&lt;br /&gt;Day 35: A song from a classic rock band.&lt;br /&gt;Day 36: The Eurovision Song Contest winner the year you were born. (1956+)&lt;br /&gt;Day 37: Worst song you have in your collection.&lt;br /&gt;Day 38: A song that gets you motivated.&lt;br /&gt;Day 39: The first random song that comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 40: A song from the 1950′s.&lt;br /&gt;Day 41: A song you can remember from when you were at school.&lt;br /&gt;Day 42: A song people wouldn’t think you’d like, but you do.&lt;br /&gt;Day 43: A song that was a number one from any of your birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Day 44: If you were to release an album, this song would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 45: A song by the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;Day 46: A good song from the 2000′s.&lt;br /&gt;Day 47: The worst song by one of your favourite artists/bands.&lt;br /&gt;Day 48: A song you can remember from an advert. (what was the advert?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 49: A song you think an artist should cover. (who should cover it?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 50: A song you think everyone has forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Day 51: A good summertime song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 52: Worst Christmas number one ever.&lt;br /&gt;Day 53: A feel good song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 54: A song from artist/band you’d love to see live (even if they are no more).&lt;br /&gt;Day 55: A song from the last artist/band you did see live. (when where?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 56: A song from the ‘The Rolling Stone Greatest Guitarists’ list.&lt;br /&gt;Day 57: Best song out of the last 10 songs posted by other people on this page.&lt;br /&gt;Day 58: If I HAD to do Karaoke, this would be the song I’d choose.&lt;br /&gt;Day 59: For a laugh, I’d like to see someone choose this song for Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Day 60: A song that has a dance that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 61: I think this is the most famous song by an artist/band that I like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 62: Out of all the Christmas songs, I like this one the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 63: You got to listen to this song, its wicked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 64: A song that you think hardly anyone on this page has heard before.&lt;br /&gt;Day 65: A song you want played at your funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Day 66: A Disney song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 67: This is the first line from a song I like what is it? (Post line only).&lt;br /&gt;Day 68: A Queen song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 69: A song with a sexy video.&lt;br /&gt;Day 70: A song you’d sing when drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Day 71: A song by an artist with the same first/last name as you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 72: A song from a soap star turned singer, you’d think no-one else will post. (Don’t cheat by scrolling through previous posts).&lt;br /&gt;Day 73: A song that reminds you of a past event in your life. (what is the event).&lt;br /&gt;Day 74: A song from a genre of music you don’t know much about? (what genre?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 75: A good duo song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 76: A weird song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 77: A song by an artist born or lives close to where you live. (where do you live?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 78: A song that was number one from the same year you were 10.&lt;br /&gt;Day 79: A song from an artist/band that has a weird dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;Day 80: An ABBA song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 81: An 80′s pop song by an artist who thinks he’s/she’s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Day 82: The National Anthem should be changed to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 83: A song with good artwork on the single/album cover sleeve. (if album, what album?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 84: A song that reminds you of an ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Day 85: A song that will get you on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Day 86: A song by a gay/lesbian artist you like.&lt;br /&gt;Day 87: A funny song that a bride should walk down the aisle to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 88: A song by an artist/band you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 89: We would win the next Eurovision if this was our song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 90: A song you next want to buy/download.&lt;br /&gt;Day 91: A song for a romantic dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Day 92: A good song for a break up.&lt;br /&gt;Day 93: A ska song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 94: A song by an artist/band that you think is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;Day 95: A you think would be hardest to learn to play on an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Day 96: How funny would it be if they played this in service station toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Day 97: If they made a film about my life, this would be the end credits song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 98: I dedicate this song to a friend of mine. (who is the friend?)&lt;br /&gt;Day 99: Every child should listen to this song so they can learn to appreciate good music.&lt;br /&gt;Day 100: I have completed ‘The 100 Day Song Challenge’, so for no reason I deserve to post this song, just because I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-8354353217795486195?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8354353217795486195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=8354353217795486195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/8354353217795486195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/8354353217795486195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2011/06/100-day-music-challenge.html' title='100 Day Music Challenge'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1814583168203897638</id><published>2008-01-08T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:00:29.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play A Game</title><content type='html'>Step 1: Put your media player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 50 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Bold out the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: If you like the game post your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some covers, share some skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once when I was little, someone pointed out to me some constellations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What you want, what you got&lt;/strong&gt;, live your life in a crawl space I gave you half, Terrible Lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Can't you see I'm easily &lt;/strong&gt;bothered by persistence? (half again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That's the start, the middle and the end, aren't you glad the universe pretends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. There she goes, there she goes again, chasing through my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. I watched you change into a fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something in you brought out something in me that I've never seen since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Once I lived the life of a millionaire, spent all my money, I just did not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Hey, once I was a singer playin' in a rock and roll band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Revvin' up your engine, listen to her howlin' roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fortune - point it out with flashlights underneath the tree limb, hoping that the bough breaks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Gotta leave town,&lt;/strong&gt; got another apartment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't care what you say, you give it away, you're money don;t mean much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. She makes me crazy, doesn't have a vicious bone in her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Well, I'm writing this letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can't stand by myself, hate to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Here comes Johnny Yen again with the liquor and drugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Words are flying out like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;endless rain into a paper cup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. New york, new york, is everything they say and no place that I'd rather be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm lying alone with my head on the phone thinking of you till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. She's got an alligator bag top hat to match, dressed in black on black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Give me time to realise my crime, let me love and steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. She had a ragtop El Dorado tuck and roll pleat, she picked me up in&lt;br /&gt;Colorado and put me right in the driver's seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ever seen a blind man cross the road trying to make the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea, you became the light on the dark side of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Spy on me baby use satellite, infrared to see me move through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You got a great car, yeah what's wrong with it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Lonely feelin' deep inside, find a corner where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I'm in need of a remedy to cure me from loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel&lt;/strong&gt;, my heart's in overdrive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I would have given you all of my heart, but there's someone who's torn it apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Hello, my friend, we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You know I never, I never seen you look so good, you never act the way you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Must be getting early, clocks are running late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. You wake-up late for school, man, you don't wanna go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. On waves of love my heart is breaking and stranger still my self-control I can't rely on anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Could have heard a pin drop when he walked through the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ninety miles outside Chicago, can't stop driving, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Something missing, left behind, search in circles every time I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Feels like you made a mistake, you made sombody's heart break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. I still recall the taste of your tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You're a song written by the hands of God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1814583168203897638?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1814583168203897638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1814583168203897638' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1814583168203897638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1814583168203897638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play A Game'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-2310447169685976996</id><published>2007-12-08T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:00:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>A Reason To Watch Reality TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clark Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdSyuoFHIrE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdSyuoFHIrE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLza12Ku4S4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLza12Ku4S4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/7881430-2310447169685976996?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2310447169685976996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=2310447169685976996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2310447169685976996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/2310447169685976996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2007/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1836074939049009547</id><published>2007-11-18T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:16:42.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Got To Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHBNGSBOLbY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHBNGSBOLbY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebadoh-Flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know her name&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna go where the seekers all go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna know&lt;br /&gt;You can feel anything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;You can feel anything you wanna feel and call it real&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;I can’t complain, though I’m wrapped up in chains&lt;br /&gt;I can’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got the right to be free&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not me&lt;br /&gt;And you can feel anything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;You can feel anything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;You can feel anything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;And call it real&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;Hit the flame, burn a hole in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Never be the same&lt;br /&gt;I try to take it slow, but she’s pushing me to go&lt;br /&gt;Where I don’t wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And you can feel everything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;You can feel everything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;You can feel everything you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;And call it real&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the one who rides flame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1836074939049009547?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1836074939049009547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1836074939049009547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1836074939049009547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1836074939049009547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-got-to-say.html' title='All I Got To Say...'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1319119130875878915</id><published>2007-06-18T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:35:12.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Grrrlz</title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sPVgDp3JwLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sPVgDp3JwLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-Bikini Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I want you, you're so fucking big&lt;br /&gt;You're so big and hard&lt;br /&gt;You've got such a big cock&lt;br /&gt;Push it in deeper now&lt;br /&gt;Oh deeper, harder&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost cumming&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost cumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh woh woh woh&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;I can almost reach mine now&lt;br /&gt;Sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a self-fulfilling porno queen...yeah&lt;br /&gt;I mimic out your every fucking fantasy yeah! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;And now, and now, in my head I'm on my knees..&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby...why can't I ever get my! sugar?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;who are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;who are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;oh woh woh woh woh Sugar&lt;br /&gt;I won't play girl to your boy no more, sugar&lt;br /&gt;I want mine right here right now, baby sugar&lt;br /&gt;I can almost reach it now now now&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1319119130875878915?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1319119130875878915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1319119130875878915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1319119130875878915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1319119130875878915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2007/06/dirty-girls.html' title='Dirty Grrrlz'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-1774763823257552083</id><published>2007-04-23T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:50:28.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am So Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 180px; height: 158px; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;object width="180" height="148"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-2147443094.aspx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-2147443094.aspx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="148"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/makes-me-wonder-lyrics-maroon-5.html" title="Maroon 5 Lyrics"&gt;Maroon 5 Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with blood-shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;Struggled to memorize&lt;br /&gt;The way it felt between your thighs&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to be bad&lt;br /&gt;Not worth the aftermath, after that&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;Try to get you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, my spinning head&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that made my bed&lt;br /&gt;Now I must lay in it&lt;br /&gt;And deal with things I left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I want to dive into you&lt;br /&gt;Forget what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;I get behind, make your move&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;It even makes a difference to try (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And you told me how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;One day a week&lt;br /&gt;And it won't hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;You caught me in a lie&lt;br /&gt;I have no alibi&lt;br /&gt;The words you say don't have a meaning &lt;br /&gt;Cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you and I...&lt;br /&gt;and so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't believe in you, &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;It even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;And you told me how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;Anymore Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-1774763823257552083?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1774763823257552083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=1774763823257552083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1774763823257552083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/1774763823257552083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2007/04/maroon-5-lyrics.html' title='I am So Happy!'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-7355707353382314615</id><published>2006-12-15T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:45:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be Known</title><content type='html'>As one can see, this might be my favorite, Juner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empire-Kasabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much information &lt;br /&gt;Well I said you're good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Come on to the back &lt;br /&gt;I said your needless good for something &lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd better sell you now &lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll bet I'll be around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing for your questions &lt;br /&gt;But you've stolen all of my answers &lt;br /&gt;Too much entertainment drove &lt;br /&gt;my knights out of their corner&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you've seen a ghost &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what to fear the most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! &lt;br /&gt;I said it's happening again &lt;br /&gt;We're all wasting away &lt;br /&gt;We're all wasting away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much information &lt;br /&gt;Well I said you're good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Stitch your part of counterfeit &lt;br /&gt;I sent you out for hunting&lt;br /&gt;Taking at the roads &lt;br /&gt;Where you're taken for the simple codes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with the fishes &lt;br /&gt;While the serpent waves his tongue &lt;br /&gt;With a belly full of splinters &lt;br /&gt;Now you see that I'm the one &lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you've seen a ghost &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what to fear the most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! &lt;br /&gt;I said it's happening again &lt;br /&gt;We're all wasting away &lt;br /&gt;We're all wasting away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-7355707353382314615?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7355707353382314615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=7355707353382314615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/7355707353382314615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/7355707353382314615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-it-be-known.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.juner.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Let It Be Known&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-6173240948624301168</id><published>2006-12-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:47:29.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Been Gone Long?</title><content type='html'>I do not know if this song was popular.  If it recieved radio play.  I seldom listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where I got this song.  Who sent it to me or if it was found on one of my random searches.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Years-Five For Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15 for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Caught in between 10 and 20&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm 22 for a moment&lt;br /&gt;She feels better than ever&lt;br /&gt;And we're on fire&lt;br /&gt;Making our way back from Mars&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15...there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to lose&lt;br /&gt;15...there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got 100 years to live…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm 33 for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Still the man but you see I'm a they&lt;br /&gt;A kid on the way&lt;br /&gt;A family on my mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm 45 for a moment&lt;br /&gt;The sea is high&lt;br /&gt;And I'm heading into a crisis&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the years of my life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15...there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;Within a morning star&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15...I'm all right with you&lt;br /&gt;15...there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got 100 years to live&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Half time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you’re wise&lt;br /&gt;Another blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;67 is gone&lt;br /&gt;The sun is getting high&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm 99 for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Dying for just another moment&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15...there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;22...I feel her too&lt;br /&gt;33...you’re on your way&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new Day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15...there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to choose&lt;br /&gt;Hey 15...there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got 100 years to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-6173240948624301168?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6173240948624301168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=6173240948624301168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/6173240948624301168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/6173240948624301168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-i-been-gone-long.html' title='Have I Been Gone Long?'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-114851248470994660</id><published>2006-05-24T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:14:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>I am so clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-114851248470994660?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/114851248470994660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=114851248470994660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114851248470994660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114851248470994660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/05/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-114698380527419104</id><published>2006-05-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:43:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippy Hippy Shake</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's The Man with nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do The Limbo Dance-David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on a holiday&lt;br /&gt;(let’s go to jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;Fly in to montego bay&lt;br /&gt;(let’s go to jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe find a hideaway&lt;br /&gt;(let’s go to jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;We can limbo on the sand&lt;br /&gt;To a steel drum band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will hear the limbo song&lt;br /&gt;(when you’re in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be dancin’all night long&lt;br /&gt;(when you’re in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;We can party on and on&lt;br /&gt;(when you’re in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;We can limbo on the sand&lt;br /&gt;To a steel drum band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies can all come true&lt;br /&gt;(let’s stay in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;Golden sun will shine on you&lt;br /&gt;(let’s stay in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping under skies of blue&lt;br /&gt;(let’s stay in jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;We can limbo on the sand&lt;br /&gt;To a steel drum band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands it’s party time&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbo cool, limbo fine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets a chance&lt;br /&gt;Come on and move your body down&lt;br /&gt;Do the limbo dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-114698380527419104?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-114591220218827993</id><published>2006-04-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:03:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You</title><content type='html'>Wish You Were Here-Pink Floyd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? &lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground &lt;br /&gt;What have we found? The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-114591220218827993?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/114591220218827993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=114591220218827993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114591220218827993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114591220218827993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-you.html' title='Hey You'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-114305546011494624</id><published>2006-03-22T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:25:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops</title><content type='html'>You're...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited-Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone would be &lt;br /&gt;I am flattered by your fascination with me &lt;br /&gt;Like any hot-blooded woman &lt;br /&gt;I have simply wanted an object to crave &lt;br /&gt;But you, you're not allowed &lt;br /&gt;You're uninvited &lt;br /&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be strangely exciting &lt;br /&gt;To watch the stoic squirm &lt;br /&gt;Must be somewhat hard telling &lt;br /&gt;To watch them burn me shepherd &lt;br /&gt;But you you're not allowed &lt;br /&gt;You're uninvited &lt;br /&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any uncharted territory &lt;br /&gt;I must seem greatly intriguing &lt;br /&gt;You speak of my love like &lt;br /&gt;You have experienced love like mine before &lt;br /&gt;But this is not allowed &lt;br /&gt;You're uninvited &lt;br /&gt;An unfortunate slight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you unworthy &lt;br /&gt;I need a moment to deliberate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-114305546011494624?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/114305546011494624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=114305546011494624' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;And things that you know&lt;br /&gt;There's boys that you can trust&lt;br /&gt;And girls that you don't&lt;br /&gt;There's little things you hide&lt;br /&gt;And little things that you show&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you think you're gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;But you don't and that's just the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't tease you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell you no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no bible&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long baby&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're friends&lt;br /&gt;Every man's got his patience&lt;br /&gt;And here's where my ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your sex&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your...sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's playing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's dancing on my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's taken so much time&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you just let me go&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to try&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd really love to know&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you're gonna regret it&lt;br /&gt;Then I tell you that I love you, but you still say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't tease you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell you no lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no bible&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long, baby&lt;br /&gt;Out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;I can't take much more girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your sex&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your...sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural&lt;br /&gt;It's chemical (let's do it)&lt;br /&gt;It's logical&lt;br /&gt;Habitual (can we do it?)&lt;br /&gt;It's sensual&lt;br /&gt;But most of all...&lt;br /&gt;Sex is something that we should do&lt;br /&gt;Sex is something for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is natural - sex is good&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody does it&lt;br /&gt;But everybody should&lt;br /&gt;Sex is natural - sex is fun&lt;br /&gt;Sex is best when it's...one on one&lt;br /&gt;One on one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your father&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your brother&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your sister&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-c-c-c-come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your defintion of dirty baby&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider pornography&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I love it till it hurts me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time you had sex with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your defintion of dirty baby&lt;br /&gt;What do you call pornography&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I love it till it hurts me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time you had sex with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with me&lt;br /&gt;Sex with me&lt;br /&gt;Have sex with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-c-c-c-come on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-114152029232919510?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/114152029232919510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=114152029232919510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114152029232919510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/114152029232919510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/03/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113843360449214584</id><published>2006-01-27T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:34:23.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Local News</title><content type='html'>Two Words-Anti-Hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113843360449214584?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113843360449214584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113843360449214584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113843360449214584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113843360449214584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-local-news.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://anti-hero.ca&quot;&gt;In Local News&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113786985770340890</id><published>2006-01-21T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:05:50.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Tonight's the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's people talking&lt;br /&gt;They talk about me&lt;br /&gt;They know my name&lt;br /&gt;They think they know everything&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know anything&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Give me a DJ&lt;br /&gt;Play me a record&lt;br /&gt;Forget what they say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to go&lt;br /&gt;Need to getaway tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my makeup on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;I try and make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it all right&lt;br /&gt;I know I make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I'm living life day to day&lt;br /&gt;It's never really easy but it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Could be New York&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hollywood and Vine&lt;br /&gt;London, Paris, maybe Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;There's something going on anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cities restless&lt;br /&gt;It's all around me&lt;br /&gt;People in motion&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the same routines&lt;br /&gt;And they need to go &lt;br /&gt;They need to get away &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my makeup on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;I try and make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it all right&lt;br /&gt;I know I make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I'm living life day to day&lt;br /&gt;It's never really easy but it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Could be New York&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hollywood and Vine&lt;br /&gt;London, Paris, maybe Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;There's something going on anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all around you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere that you go&lt;br /&gt;People all around you&lt;br /&gt;They don't really know you &lt;br /&gt;Everybody watching like it's some kind of show&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's watching&lt;br /&gt;They don't really know you now&lt;br /&gt;And forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;(Wake Up Wake Up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;(Wake Up Wake Up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;On a saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Could be New York&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hollywood and Vine&lt;br /&gt;London, Paris maybe Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;There's something going on anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;On a saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Could be New York&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hollywood and Vine&lt;br /&gt;London, Paris maybe Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;There's something going on anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I go&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113786985770340890?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113786985770340890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113786985770340890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113786985770340890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113786985770340890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113780883317013447</id><published>2006-01-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:04:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Can Rock-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the big time, ready for the small&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's comin' to me, I'll be ready for it all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it ain't easy, sometimes its not polite&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I don't get it, somedays I get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in my heart, it's in my head&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Boys are you ready for the shock&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin proof, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;Spread the news around every single block&lt;br /&gt;Hey boys, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin' in the spotlight workin' up a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Givin' all i got and lovin' what i get&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold back what i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;and if i make you nervous, you better step aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in my heart, it's in my head&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Boys are you ready for the shock&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin proof, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;Spread the news around every single block&lt;br /&gt;Hey boys, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;Don't say maybe or call me 'baby'&lt;br /&gt;I ain't crazaaay...at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in my heart, it's in my head&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Boys are you ready for the shock&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin proof, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;Spread the news around every single block&lt;br /&gt;Hey boys, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Boys are you ready for the shock&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin proof, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;Spread the news around every single block&lt;br /&gt;Hey boys, the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live it up&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give it up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spread the news around the block&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no shock...the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;the girl can rock ,the girl can rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113780883317013447?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113780883317013447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113780883317013447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113780883317013447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113780883317013447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/2_20.html' title='2'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113772840113358831</id><published>2006-01-19T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:09:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>It's The Final Countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiki Tiki Room-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our tropical hideaway &lt;br /&gt;You lucky people, you &lt;br /&gt;If we weren't in the show starting right away &lt;br /&gt;We'd be in the audience too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird Paradise is an elegant bird &lt;br /&gt;He loves to be seen and loves to be heard &lt;br /&gt;Most little birdies will fly away &lt;br /&gt;But the tiki room birds are here everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da &lt;br /&gt;We're singin' in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;Crooning in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da &lt;br /&gt;We're singin' in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;Crooning in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is delightful &lt;br /&gt;We hope you'll agree &lt;br /&gt;We hope that it fills you with pleasure and glee &lt;br /&gt;Because if we don't make you feel like that &lt;br /&gt;We gonna wind up on a lady's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;All the birds sing words &lt;br /&gt;And the flowers croon &lt;br /&gt;In the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da &lt;br /&gt;We're singin' in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;Crooning in the tiki room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da &lt;br /&gt;We're singin' in the tiki room &lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;Crooning in the tiki room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113772840113358831?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113772840113358831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113772840113358831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113772840113358831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113772840113358831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113677814244157504</id><published>2006-01-08T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:46:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance</title><content type='html'>Perpendicular expression of horizontal desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive-Melissa Ferrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want this&lt;br /&gt;if you want this&lt;br /&gt;if you want this, you’re gonna have to ask&lt;br /&gt;nicely please&lt;br /&gt;yeah if you want this&lt;br /&gt;you’re gonna have to ask me&lt;br /&gt;you’re gonna have to ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it to you slowly&lt;br /&gt;‘till you’re just begging me to hold you&lt;br /&gt;ya whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;but you’re gonna have to ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth waters&lt;br /&gt;stretched out on my bed&lt;br /&gt;your fingers are trembling&lt;br /&gt;and your heart is heavy and red&lt;br /&gt;and your head is bent back&lt;br /&gt;and your back is arched&lt;br /&gt;my hand is under there&lt;br /&gt;holding you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you baby ‘till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you ‘till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;in the shower&lt;br /&gt;and in the back seat of my car&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;in your office&lt;br /&gt;preferably during business hours&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you know how I like it when there’s people around&lt;br /&gt;and I know how you like it&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know how you like it&lt;br /&gt;I know how you like it when I tease you for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth waters&lt;br /&gt;stretched out on my bed&lt;br /&gt;your fingers are trembling&lt;br /&gt;and your heart is heavy and red&lt;br /&gt;and your head is bent back&lt;br /&gt;and your back is arched&lt;br /&gt;and my hand is under there&lt;br /&gt;holding you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you baby ‘till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you ‘till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;oh and this has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this has just begun&lt;br /&gt;because we haven’t even gotten started yet&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even tied you up&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even turned you over&lt;br /&gt;this is where I want to live&lt;br /&gt;right here between your hips&lt;br /&gt;where all the love you hold and hide&lt;br /&gt;it’s where it lives&lt;br /&gt;right here between your hips&lt;br /&gt;this is where I want to live&lt;br /&gt;it’s where all the love you give exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth waters&lt;br /&gt;stretched out on my bed&lt;br /&gt;your fingers are trembling&lt;br /&gt;and your heart is heavy and red&lt;br /&gt;your head is bent back&lt;br /&gt;your back is arched&lt;br /&gt;my hand is under there&lt;br /&gt;holding you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you baby ‘till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you all night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;and drive you baby ‘’till you feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold you up&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;that’s right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drive you all night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113677814244157504?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113677814244157504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113677814244157504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113677814244157504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113677814244157504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-dance.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.i-cynic.com/fame.asp&quot;&gt;Let&apos;s Dance&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113669521272884958</id><published>2006-01-07T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:54:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Why Not-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're going nowhere &lt;br /&gt;when you're walking down the street &lt;br /&gt;acting like you just don't care &lt;br /&gt;when life could be so sweet &lt;br /&gt;so why you wanna be like that&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing new &lt;br /&gt;you're not foolin no one &lt;br /&gt;you're not even foolin you &lt;br /&gt;so walk a little slower &lt;br /&gt;and open up your eyes &lt;br /&gt;sometimes its so hard to see &lt;br /&gt;the good things pass you by &lt;br /&gt;there may never be a sign &lt;br /&gt;no flashing neon light &lt;br /&gt;tellin you to make your move &lt;br /&gt;or when the time is right  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not  &lt;br /&gt;take crazy chance &lt;br /&gt;why not  &lt;br /&gt;do a crazy dance &lt;br /&gt;if you lose the moment &lt;br /&gt;you might lose a lot &lt;br /&gt;so why not why not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always dress in yellow &lt;br /&gt;when you wanna dress in gold &lt;br /&gt;instead of listenin' to your heart &lt;br /&gt;you do just what you're told &lt;br /&gt;if you keep waiting where you are &lt;br /&gt;oh what you'll never know &lt;br /&gt;so let's just get into your car &lt;br /&gt;and go baby go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not  &lt;br /&gt;take crazy chance &lt;br /&gt;why not &lt;br /&gt;do a crazy dance &lt;br /&gt;if you lose the moment &lt;br /&gt;you might lose a lot &lt;br /&gt;so why not why not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be the one for you &lt;br /&gt;yes maybe no &lt;br /&gt;it could be the thing to do &lt;br /&gt;all I'm sayin is you gotta let me know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get to heaven &lt;br /&gt;or even to LA &lt;br /&gt;if you don't beleive there's a way &lt;br /&gt;why not take a star from the sky &lt;br /&gt;why not spread your wings and fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might take a little &lt;br /&gt;and it might take alot &lt;br /&gt;But why not why not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not &lt;br /&gt;take crazy chance &lt;br /&gt;why not &lt;br /&gt;do a crazy dance &lt;br /&gt;if you lose the moment &lt;br /&gt;you might lose a lot &lt;br /&gt;so why not why not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113669521272884958?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113669521272884958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113669521272884958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113669521272884958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113669521272884958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/rolling-my-eyes.html' title='Rolling My Eyes'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113625907462371171</id><published>2006-01-02T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:31:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>Soul Meets Body-Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;And let the sun wrap its arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing&lt;br /&gt;And feel, feel what its like to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations&lt;br /&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;br /&gt;where they’re far more suited than here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot guess what we'll discover&lt;br /&gt;We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels&lt;br /&gt;But I know our filthy hand can wash one another’s&lt;br /&gt;And not one speck will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113625907462371171?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113625907462371171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113625907462371171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113625907462371171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113625907462371171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113562036180026066</id><published>2005-12-26T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:10:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Everyone</title><content type='html'>Lost Together-Blue Rodeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;are the stars tonight&lt;br /&gt;that dance around your head&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes I see that perfect world&lt;br /&gt;I hope that doesn't sound too weird&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to know&lt;br /&gt;that your love's all I need&lt;br /&gt;all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;I stand before this faceless crowd&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why I bother&lt;br /&gt;so much controlled by so few&lt;br /&gt;stumbling from one disaster to another&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all so many times before&lt;br /&gt;it's all a dream to me now&lt;br /&gt;a dream to me now&lt;br /&gt;And if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;In this silence of this whispered night&lt;br /&gt;I listen only to your breath&lt;br /&gt;and  in that second of a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;somehow it all makes sense&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to know&lt;br /&gt;that your love's all I need&lt;br /&gt;all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;br /&gt;yea if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;then we are lost together&lt;div 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height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113540842739858104</id><published>2005-12-23T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:27:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>More fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tale in New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas Eve, babe&lt;br /&gt;In the drunk tank&lt;br /&gt;An old man said to me,&lt;br /&gt;Won't see another one&lt;br /&gt;And then he sang a song&lt;br /&gt;'The rare old mountain dew'&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face away&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed about you&lt;br /&gt;Got on a lucky one&lt;br /&gt;Came in eighteen to one&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;This year's for me and you&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I can see a better time&lt;br /&gt;When all our&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got cars&lt;br /&gt;Big as bars&lt;br /&gt;They've got rivers of gold&lt;br /&gt;But the wind goes&lt;br /&gt;Right through you&lt;br /&gt;It's no place for the old&lt;br /&gt;When you first&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand&lt;br /&gt;On a cold Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Broadway was&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were handsome&lt;br /&gt;You were pretty&lt;br /&gt;Queen of New York City&lt;br /&gt;When the band finished playing&lt;br /&gt;They howled out for more&lt;br /&gt;Sinatra was swinging&lt;br /&gt;All the drunks&lt;br /&gt;They were singing&lt;br /&gt;We kissed on a corner&lt;br /&gt;Then danced through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys of the NYPD choir&lt;br /&gt;Were singing 'Galway Bay'&lt;br /&gt;And the bells were ringing&lt;br /&gt;Out for Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bum&lt;br /&gt;You're a punk&lt;br /&gt;You're an old&lt;br /&gt;Slut on junk&lt;br /&gt;Lying there almost&lt;br /&gt;Dead on a drip&lt;br /&gt;In that bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scum bag&lt;br /&gt;You maggot&lt;br /&gt;You're cheap lousy faggot&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas, your arse&lt;br /&gt;I pray god&lt;br /&gt;It's our last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys of the NYPD choir&lt;br /&gt;Were singing 'Galway Bay'&lt;br /&gt;And the bells were ringing&lt;br /&gt;Out for Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been someone&lt;br /&gt;Well so could anyone&lt;br /&gt;You took my dreams&lt;br /&gt;From me when&lt;br /&gt;I first found you&lt;br /&gt;I kept them with me babe&lt;br /&gt;I put them with my own&lt;br /&gt;Can't make it all alone&lt;br /&gt;I've built my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys of the NYPD choir&lt;br /&gt;Were singing 'Galway Bay'&lt;br /&gt;And the bells were ringing&lt;br /&gt;Out for Christmas Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113523083254664721</id><published>2005-12-21T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:53:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Always Hit The Brakes?</title><content type='html'>Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground-White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead leaves and the dirty ground&lt;br /&gt;when I know you're not around&lt;br /&gt;shiny tops and soda pops&lt;br /&gt;when I hear your lips make a sound&lt;br /&gt;when I hear your lips make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty notes in the mailbox&lt;br /&gt;will tell ya that I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;and I think I'm gonna stick around&lt;br /&gt;for a while so you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;for a while so you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can hear a piano fall &lt;br /&gt;you can hear me coming down the hall&lt;br /&gt;if I can just hear your pretty voice&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to see at all&lt;br /&gt;don't think I need to see at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft hair and a velvet tongue&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give ya what you give to me&lt;br /&gt;and every breath that is in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;is a tiny little gift to me&lt;br /&gt;is a tiny little gift to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;then I come home&lt;br /&gt;no one to wrap my arms around&lt;br /&gt;wrap my arms around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well any man with a microphone &lt;br /&gt;can tell you what he loves the most&lt;br /&gt;and you know why you love at all &lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking of the holy ghost&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking of the holy ghost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113523083254664721?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113504497061023023</id><published>2005-12-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:41:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List #2</title><content type='html'>Sixty-Minute Man-The Dominoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-minute man, sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look a here girls, I'm telling you now&lt;br /&gt;They call me, "Lovin' Dan"&lt;br /&gt;I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe I'm all that I say&lt;br /&gt;Come up and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I let you go, you'll cry, &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes! He's a sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be 15 minutes of kissing&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll holler, "Please don't stop"&lt;br /&gt;There'll be 15 minutes of teasing&lt;br /&gt;And 15 minutes of squeezing&lt;br /&gt;And 15 minutes of blowing my top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your man ain't treating you right&lt;br /&gt;Come up and see ol' Dan&lt;br /&gt;I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;They call me Lovin' Dan&lt;br /&gt;I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;They call me Lovin' Dan&lt;br /&gt;I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be 15 minutes of kissing&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll holler, "Please don't stop"&lt;br /&gt;There'll be 15 minutes of teasing&lt;br /&gt;And 15 minutes of squeezing&lt;br /&gt;And 15 minutes of blowing my top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your man ain't treating you right&lt;br /&gt;Come up and see ol' Dan&lt;br /&gt;I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sixty-minute man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113504497061023023?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113504497061023023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113504497061023023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113504497061023023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113504497061023023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I can only imagine what she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;When she's praying&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling at the edge of her bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says take me away&lt;br /&gt;And take me farther&lt;br /&gt;Surround me now&lt;br /&gt;And hold, hold, hold me like holy water&lt;br /&gt;Holy water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants someone to call her angel&lt;br /&gt;Someone to put the light back in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's looking through the faces&lt;br /&gt;And unfamiliar places&lt;br /&gt;She needs someone to hear her when she cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says take me away&lt;br /&gt;And take me farther&lt;br /&gt;Surround me now&lt;br /&gt;And hold, hold, hold me like holy water&lt;br /&gt;Holy water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just needs a little help&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pain she's felt&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel the healing hands&lt;br /&gt;Of someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says take me away&lt;br /&gt;And take me farther&lt;br /&gt;Surround me now&lt;br /&gt;And hold, hold, hold me&lt;br /&gt;And she says take me away&lt;br /&gt;And take me farther&lt;br /&gt;Surround me now&lt;br /&gt;And hold, hold, hold me like holy water&lt;br /&gt;Holy water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113479260733831196?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113479260733831196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113479260733831196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113479260733831196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113479260733831196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-kick.html' title='On a Kick'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113454178171240952</id><published>2005-12-13T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:36:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashing In</title><content type='html'>Now, don't they make this sound like too much fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson-Joaquin Phoenix &amp; Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,&lt;br /&gt;We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, &lt;br /&gt;Look out Jackson town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health&lt;br /&gt;Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson&lt;br /&gt;See if I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow (Hah!)&lt;br /&gt;All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, that's all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg&lt;br /&gt;They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,&lt;br /&gt;With your tail tucked between your legs,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,&lt;br /&gt;We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113454178171240952?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113454178171240952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113454178171240952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113454178171240952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113454178171240952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/12/cashing-in.html' title='Cashing In'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113219640328557019</id><published>2005-11-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:03:21.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All This &amp; More</title><content type='html'>Just a friendly tip off for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk Of All Trades-Lunachicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can dance&lt;br /&gt;She can sing&lt;br /&gt;She can do most anything&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can built&lt;br /&gt;She can fight&lt;br /&gt;She can bust out your light&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever ever underestimate&lt;br /&gt;She will kill you kill you with her hate&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can write&lt;br /&gt;She can pose&lt;br /&gt;She can punch you in your nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can dance&lt;br /&gt;She can sing&lt;br /&gt;She can do most anything&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can built&lt;br /&gt;She can fight&lt;br /&gt;She can bust out your light&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever ever underestimate&lt;br /&gt;She will kill you kill you with her hate&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can write&lt;br /&gt;She can pose&lt;br /&gt;She can punch you in your nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hammer and nails&lt;br /&gt;Or lipstick and tails&lt;br /&gt;She is Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can dance&lt;br /&gt;She can sing&lt;br /&gt;She can do most anything&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can built&lt;br /&gt;She can fight&lt;br /&gt;She can bust out your light&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever ever underestimate&lt;br /&gt;She will kill you kill you with her hate&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can write&lt;br /&gt;She can pose&lt;br /&gt;She can punch you in your nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hammer and nails&lt;br /&gt;Or lipstick and tails&lt;br /&gt;She is Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can dance&lt;br /&gt;She can sing&lt;br /&gt;She can do most anything&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can built&lt;br /&gt;She can fight&lt;br /&gt;She can bust out your light&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever ever underestimate&lt;br /&gt;She will kill you kill you with her hate&lt;br /&gt;She is the jerk the jerk of all trades&lt;br /&gt;She can write&lt;br /&gt;She can pose&lt;br /&gt;She can punch you in your&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113219640328557019?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113219640328557019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113219640328557019' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113219640328557019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113219640328557019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-this-more.html' title='All This &amp; More'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113184139313170140</id><published>2005-11-12T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:23:13.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List #1</title><content type='html'>If I Had A Boat-Lyle Lovett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a boat&lt;br /&gt;I'd go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a pony&lt;br /&gt;I'd ride him on my boat&lt;br /&gt;And we could all together&lt;br /&gt;Go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Me upon my pony on my boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Roy Rogers&lt;br /&gt;I'd sure enough be single&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale&lt;br /&gt;It'd just be me and trigger&lt;br /&gt;We'd go riding through them movies&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a boat&lt;br /&gt;I'd go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a pony&lt;br /&gt;I'd ride him on my boat&lt;br /&gt;And we could all together&lt;br /&gt;Go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Me upon my pony on my boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery masked man was smart&lt;br /&gt;He got himself a Tonto&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free&lt;br /&gt;But Tonto he was smarter&lt;br /&gt;And one day said kemo sabe&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my ass I bought a boat&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a boat&lt;br /&gt;I'd go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a pony&lt;br /&gt;I'd ride him on my boat&lt;br /&gt;And we could all together&lt;br /&gt;Go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Me upon my pony on my boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I were like lightning&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't need no sneakers&lt;br /&gt;I'd come and go wherever I would please&lt;br /&gt;And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree&lt;br /&gt;And I'd scare 'em by the light pole&lt;br /&gt;But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a boat&lt;br /&gt;I'd go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a pony&lt;br /&gt;I'd ride him on my boat&lt;br /&gt;And we could all together&lt;br /&gt;Go out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Me upon my pony on my boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113184139313170140?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113184139313170140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113184139313170140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113184139313170140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113184139313170140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-list-1.html' title='Christmas List #1'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-113070155570811187</id><published>2005-10-30T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:48:21.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Reasons</title><content type='html'>...at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New York City Christmas-Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on your angels&lt;br /&gt;Come down to the city&lt;br /&gt;Crowd around the big tree&lt;br /&gt;All you strangers who know me&lt;br /&gt;Bring your compassion&lt;br /&gt;Your understanding&lt;br /&gt;Lord how we need it&lt;br /&gt;On this New York City Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sending you a Merry New York Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer for peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;Within our time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And we understand them&lt;br /&gt;Now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call on your angels&lt;br /&gt;Your beaten and broken&lt;br /&gt;It's time that we mend them&lt;br /&gt;So they don't fade with the season&lt;br /&gt;Let our mercy be the gifts we lay&lt;br /&gt;From Brooklyn to Broadway&lt;br /&gt;And celebrate each and every day&lt;br /&gt;This New York City Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sending you a Merry New York Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer for peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;Within our time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And we understand them&lt;br /&gt;Now more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Merry New York Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on your angels&lt;br /&gt;Come down to the city&lt;br /&gt;Let's crowd around the big tree&lt;br /&gt;All you strangers you know me&lt;br /&gt;Bring your compassion&lt;br /&gt;Bring your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Lord how we need it&lt;br /&gt;On this New York City Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sending you a Merry New York Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer for peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;We understand them&lt;br /&gt;We understand them&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Yes a New York City Christmas&lt;br /&gt;(Oh Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Merry New York Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-113070155570811187?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/113070155570811187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=113070155570811187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113070155570811187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/113070155570811187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/10/twenty-reasons.html' title='Twenty Reasons'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112950017213564380</id><published>2005-10-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:02:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Day</title><content type='html'>...because Everyone should have days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Was I Thinkin'-Dierks Bentley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky was a beauty from South Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer&lt;br /&gt;Think He even did a little time in the slammer&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;She snuck out one night and met me by the front gate&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy came out waving that twelve guage&lt;br /&gt;We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I knew there'd be Hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;But that crossed my mind a little too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was thinking 'bout a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about a long kiss, man just gotta get goin' where the night might lead&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what I was feeling But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the county line the cops were nipping on our heels&lt;br /&gt;Pulled off the road kicked it to 4 wheel&lt;br /&gt;Shut off the lights, tore through a corn field&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Out the other side she was hollerin' "Faster!"&lt;br /&gt;Took the third road had the radio blastin'&lt;br /&gt;Hit the Honky Tonk for a little close dancin' &lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I knew there'd be Hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;But that crossed my mind a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was thinking 'bout a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about a long kiss, man just gotta get goin' where the night might lead&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what I was feeling But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a mountain of a man with a "Born to Kill" tattoo &lt;br /&gt;tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth&lt;br /&gt;Ran outside hood sliding like Bo Duke&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I finally got her home at half past too late&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy's in a lawn chair sittin' in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;Put it in park as he started my way,&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Oh What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave a come and get me grin, &lt;br /&gt;And like a bullet we were gone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was thinking 'bout a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about a long kiss, man just gotta get goin' where the night might lead&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what I was feeling But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;But What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112950017213564380?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112950017213564380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112950017213564380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112950017213564380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112950017213564380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-of-day.html' title='Song Of The Day'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112846951325070591</id><published>2005-10-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:51:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Sucks</title><content type='html'>The Toronto Song-Arrogant Worms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Skydome and the CN tower too,&lt;br /&gt;I hate Nathan Phillip's square and the Ontario Zoo,&lt;br /&gt;The rent's too high, the air's unclean,&lt;br /&gt;The beaches are dirty and the people are mean,&lt;br /&gt;And the women are big and the men are dumb,&lt;br /&gt;And the children are loopy cuz they live in a slum&lt;br /&gt;The water is polluted and the mayor's a dork,&lt;br /&gt;They dress real bad and they think they're New York,&lt;br /&gt;In Toronto, Ontario-o-o&lt;br /&gt;-Ya know actually I, I think I pretty much hate all of Ontario-&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah, me too!)&lt;br /&gt;I hate Thunder Bay and Ottawa, Kitchener, Windsor and Oshawa&lt;br /&gt;London sucks and the Great Lakes suck and Sarnia sucks and Turkey Point sucks,&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to Ontario to visit Brian Mulroney, &lt;br /&gt;He beat me up and he stole my pants and he put me in a tree,&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the Maple-Leafs and got hit in the head with a puck,&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, I-I don't evenknow how they did it really, I mean I was playing the organ at the time!)&lt;br /&gt;ONTARIO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O SUCKS, &lt;br /&gt;Yep, actually now that I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;I think I pretty much hate every gosh darn province and territory in our country,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah-except Alberta! Oh yeah, I love Alberta, Yeah it's really nice, lots of cows, and trees, and rocks and dirt!&lt;br /&gt;(moo moo moo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I hate Newfoundland cuz they talk so wierd, and Prince Edward Island is too small,&lt;br /&gt;Nova Scotia's dumb cuz it's the name of a bank, New Bruinswick doesn't have a good mall&lt;br /&gt;Quebec is revolting and it makes me mad, Ontario Sucks, Ontario Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;(Manitoba's population density is 1.9 people per square kilometre,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that stupid?)&lt;br /&gt;Saskatchewan is boring and the people are old,&lt;br /&gt;And as for the territories,they're too cold!&lt;br /&gt;And the only really good thing about the province of British Columbia is that&lt;br /&gt;it's right next to us,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Alberta, doesn't suck, but Calgary does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112846951325070591?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112779519150805410</id><published>2005-09-27T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:28:21.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Were So Loud</title><content type='html'>..but this is exactly what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding Dong-Nellie McKay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat died and I quickly poured myself some gin&lt;br /&gt;Did she die from old age or was it for my sins &lt;br /&gt;God I loved her oh so much &lt;br /&gt;Miss her little kitty touch &lt;br /&gt;Does she miss me does she care &lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss her kitty stare &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time &lt;br /&gt;Would you like to ease my mind &lt;br /&gt;Talk for hours and never stop &lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off &lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person &lt;br /&gt;Brighter person nicer &lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong &lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell hello man in white &lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well &lt;br /&gt;Getcha through the night &lt;br /&gt;But hey now &lt;br /&gt;You don't feel better &lt;br /&gt;As you take your fresh bromide &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this man of letters lied &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout a dream I had the other night &lt;br /&gt;You were in it boy you sure gave me a super fright &lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the street &lt;br /&gt;Downtown by the DMV &lt;br /&gt;You popped out behind a door &lt;br /&gt;It was odd you were on all fours &lt;br /&gt;Do you have some time to spare &lt;br /&gt;You were barking at a bear &lt;br /&gt;It said hey you'd better stop &lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off &lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person &lt;br /&gt;Brighter person &lt;br /&gt;Nicer &lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong &lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell &lt;br /&gt;Hello man in red &lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well &lt;br /&gt;Getcha into bed &lt;br /&gt;But hey now&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel better &lt;br /&gt;As you wake and slowly rise &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this smooth jet-setter lied &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around one minute more &lt;br /&gt;I'm smarter than you think &lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like an old bore &lt;br /&gt;Oh man it's just the drink &lt;br /&gt;I didn't always hit the gin &lt;br /&gt;There were times when I fit in&lt;br /&gt;They'll never know how much I tried &lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you my cat died &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time &lt;br /&gt;Would you like to feel sublime &lt;br /&gt;Run away and never stop &lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off &lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person &lt;br /&gt;Brighter person &lt;br /&gt;Nicer &lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong &lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell &lt;br /&gt;Hello man in black &lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well &lt;br /&gt;There's no going back &lt;br /&gt;But hey now you don't feel better &lt;br /&gt;As you drift off in the tide &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this jack the ripper lied &lt;br /&gt;And you died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112779519150805410?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112779519150805410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112779519150805410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112779519150805410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112779519150805410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-thoughts-were-so-loud.html' title='My Thoughts Were So Loud'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112752086421448249</id><published>2005-09-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:14:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Little</title><content type='html'>I was given a budgie.&lt;br /&gt;I named him after this song.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mickey-Toni Basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so fine&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so fine&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so fine&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey&lt;br /&gt;You've been around all night and that's a little long&lt;br /&gt;You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we say goodnight? So you can take me home, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you say you will, it always means you won't&lt;br /&gt;You're givin' me the chills, baby, please baby don't&lt;br /&gt;Every night you still leave me all alone, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's guys like you, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Ooh what you do Mickey, do Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Don't break my heart, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Now when you take me by the... who's... ever gonna know&lt;br /&gt;Every time you move I let a little more show&lt;br /&gt;There's something you can use, so don't say no, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give it to me anyway you can&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you want to do it, I'll take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;Oh please baby, please don't leave me in this jam Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's guys like you, Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Ooh what you do Mickey, do Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Don't break my heart, Mickey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112752086421448249?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112752086421448249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112752086421448249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112752086421448249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112752086421448249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-i-was-little.html' title='When I Was Little'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112564449403680051</id><published>2005-09-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:05:41.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats Float</title><content type='html'>We know he made it in...&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope he makes it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' to New Orleans-Fats Domino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need two pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;When I get through walkin' these blues&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my suitcase in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Now, ain't that a shame&lt;br /&gt;I'm leavin' here today&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be my honey&lt;br /&gt;Till you spent all my money&lt;br /&gt;No use for you to cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you bye and bye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time for talkin'&lt;br /&gt;I've got to keep on walkin'&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans is my home&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' to New Orleans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112564449403680051?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112564449403680051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112564449403680051' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112564449403680051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112564449403680051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/09/fats-float.html' title='Fats Float'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112503817009034596</id><published>2005-08-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:58:16.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest Forms Of Flattery</title><content type='html'>Perhaps Michael Jackson wants to look like Jordan Knight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle-New Kids On The Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You’re my pop-si-cle!&lt;br /&gt;From the very first time I met you, girl, you captured me&lt;br /&gt;You’re my pop-si-cle!&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you make me feel so fancyfree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;And I know you’re gonna love me too&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel, feel so real&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good, through and through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than candy&lt;br /&gt;Better than cake&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss&lt;br /&gt;It feels oh so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, can’t you see? &lt;br /&gt;You’re the one, you’re the one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I call you up on my favorite party line&lt;br /&gt;You sound so sweet, girl. you’re blowing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Our love is much better than any other I know&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps on growing, more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, can’t you see? &lt;br /&gt;You’re the one, you’re the one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop pop popsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, little girl with your pretty dress on&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wanting you to want me for my whole life long&lt;br /&gt;You knock me off my feet, girl, you’re a super treat&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in the street you make my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who makes me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, you know you’re really out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I’m for you and you’re for me&lt;br /&gt;We could stay together so easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop pop popsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, can’t you see? &lt;br /&gt;You’re the one, you’re the one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop pop popsicle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112503817009034596?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112503817009034596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112503817009034596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112503817009034596'/><link 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greed&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, of what i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, i really do&lt;br /&gt;I want a freak, one with ass that looks like you&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, exclusivly&lt;br /&gt;So that she only comes and satisfies me&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, everyday and everynight (help me out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, with long long hair&lt;br /&gt;A super freak, in underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, here what i say&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, so i can swerve&lt;br /&gt;I need a super freak, to calm my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday is the same, i go get me a freak&lt;br /&gt;Take her to my house to we hit the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Got a saltwater fish tank built in the wall&lt;br /&gt;Fat jucuzi tub, sitting in marble&lt;br /&gt;Freaks can't resist, the way it's laid&lt;br /&gt;I spit the game and i got paid&lt;br /&gt;Say short what you doing with all that stack&lt;br /&gt;Bitch seen all four walls had plaques&lt;br /&gt;She go on and drop them drawls&lt;br /&gt;Don't take to long, she can't stop the law with street player&lt;br /&gt;Short dogg baby is a&lt;br /&gt;Kyptonite smoked out crazy nigga&lt;br /&gt;I slip some crip on the freak (bitch)&lt;br /&gt;She started licking on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Up to my ears, back down to here&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak everyday and that's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the freaks come out at night&lt;br /&gt;You on my mind, you outta sight&lt;br /&gt;If i don't see ya tonight it ain't on&lt;br /&gt;I take my other little young bitch home&lt;br /&gt;Niggers like me, know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;Me and homie want to fuck with you and your girl&lt;br /&gt;Teach you about the new world&lt;br /&gt;Spit the game like old school perms and curls&lt;br /&gt;Get naked, and do that girl&lt;br /&gt;Keep it right there i got on in the chamber&lt;br /&gt;I aim it at your face and then squeeze the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Can you hang with a freaky ass nigger&lt;br /&gt;She took it all, had a ball&lt;br /&gt;She got nothing but a party y'all&lt;br /&gt;So all you squares and player haters don't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak with long long hair&lt;br /&gt;A super freak, in underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, i really do&lt;br /&gt;I want a freak, one with ass that looks like you&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, here what i say&lt;br /&gt;I need a freak, to get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short dogg's in the house&lt;br /&gt;Ya that's right&lt;br /&gt;Players will be players baby&lt;br /&gt;All dogs must chase the cat&lt;br /&gt;Famous words&lt;br /&gt;We going to get off into this x-rated shit&lt;br /&gt;Ant banks, can i flip the script?&lt;br /&gt;If you break the beat down i'm going to come back, watch&lt;br /&gt;So break it down, watch&lt;br /&gt;We're going to break it down old school style&lt;br /&gt;This is the old school type right?&lt;br /&gt;Short dogg's in the house representing east oakland west coast&lt;br /&gt;This is a west coast thang bitch!&lt;br /&gt;I need a motherfucking bitch, you know what i'm saying&lt;br /&gt;So we're going to call this part two&lt;br /&gt;It's called "i need a bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch to suck my dick every night (every night)&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, i need to get paid&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, tonight short dogg's getting laid (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, you all here me talking&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, cause real pimp game be walking&lt;br /&gt;I need a bitch, i really do&lt;br /&gt;I want a nasty ass bitch that acts like you, bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112430409769939285?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112430409769939285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112430409769939285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112430409769939285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112430409769939285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-taking-resumes.html' title='Now Taking Resumes'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112336887406335471</id><published>2005-08-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:54:34.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Is Sexy</title><content type='html'>Yeah-Paul Brandt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's been beatin' faster&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm flyin' higher now&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I think the whole world of ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I know that I'm a lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Do I go to hold ya&lt;br /&gt;Need to squeeze ya&lt;br /&gt;Feel my head reel when I see ya&lt;br /&gt;Wonder does this mean I got it bad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn to walk my way&lt;br /&gt;And it sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Happens every time&lt;br /&gt;Like a waterfall keeps flowing&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the top&lt;br /&gt;Babe I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I think the whole world of ya&lt;br /&gt;Do I know that I'm a lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Do I go to hold ya&lt;br /&gt;Need to squeeze ya&lt;br /&gt;Feel my head reel when I see ya&lt;br /&gt;Wonder does this mean I got it bad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...yeah...yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112336887406335471?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112331397890617754</id><published>2005-08-06T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:50:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover-ing My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Intentional irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Soon Is Now?-Love Spit Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a club if you'd like to go&lt;br /&gt;you could meet somebody who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;so you go, and you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you go home, and you cry&lt;br /&gt;and you want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's gonna happen "now"&lt;br /&gt;well, when exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;see I've already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;and all my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112318742659506883</id><published>2005-08-04T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:30:26.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well</title><content type='html'>I opened My Music Folder.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I scrolled down.&lt;br /&gt;This is the song I landed on.&lt;br /&gt;I might be the only one to see the irony.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Secret-Pillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we try and understand?&lt;br /&gt;All these images are out of hand&lt;br /&gt;And in demand by every man that think he's on his own&lt;br /&gt;And all this time, we've been heading nowhere really fast&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing that the past would make us feel alone&lt;br /&gt;But now, that all the cover's blown&lt;br /&gt;You can see how much you've thrown out the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait before you try and let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;You're trying hard to keep it &lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you see that the end will come eventually?&lt;br /&gt;But you can't just let it be, you have to take control&lt;br /&gt;And grab ahold of the one thing that you can't let go&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you know, you'll be stuck inside this&lt;br /&gt;hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112318742659506883?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112318742659506883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Catchy</title><content type='html'>Fisherman's Blues-The Waterboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a fisherman &lt;br /&gt;tumblin' on the seas &lt;br /&gt;far away from dry land &lt;br /&gt;and it's bitter memories &lt;br /&gt;castin' out my sweet line &lt;br /&gt;with abandonment and love &lt;br /&gt;no ceiling bearin' down on me &lt;br /&gt;save the starry sky above &lt;br /&gt;with light in my head &lt;br /&gt;with you in my arms... &lt;br /&gt;i wish i was the brakeman &lt;br /&gt;on a hurtlin fevered train &lt;br /&gt;crashin head long into the heartland &lt;br /&gt;like a cannon in the rain &lt;br /&gt;with the feelin of the sleepers &lt;br /&gt;and the burnin of the coal &lt;br /&gt;countin the towns flashin by &lt;br /&gt;and a night that's full of soul &lt;br /&gt;with light in my head &lt;br /&gt;with you in my arms... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will be loosened &lt;br /&gt;from the bonds that hold me fast &lt;br /&gt;and the chains all around me &lt;br /&gt;will fall away at last &lt;br /&gt;and on that grand and fateful day &lt;br /&gt;I will take thee in my hand &lt;br /&gt;I will ride on a train &lt;br /&gt;I will be the fisherman &lt;br /&gt;With light in my head &lt;br /&gt;You in my arms... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light in my head &lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light in my head &lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With light in my head &lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112226629855713456?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112226629855713456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112226629855713456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112226629855713456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112226629855713456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/07/catchy.html' title='Catchy'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112159459118640491</id><published>2005-07-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:09:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's Music</title><content type='html'>Puzzle-Lou Barlow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a puzzle that served us well &lt;br /&gt;I think you're funny, and you love my smell &lt;br /&gt;But not enough, a lifetime of stuff we could want &lt;br /&gt;We were simply buried alive &lt;br /&gt;Trapped in rapture tied to the sky &lt;br /&gt;Cuddle on the couch, tranquilize &lt;br /&gt;And then you left me, if only in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me? &lt;br /&gt;Rusted halo, use your wings &lt;br /&gt;Hands on your hips, miss "didnt miss a thing" &lt;br /&gt;You're not mine, though you wear that ring, on your finger &lt;br /&gt;One crush had me crawling away &lt;br /&gt;You crush me, brush me aside &lt;br /&gt;But how could I be surprised? &lt;br /&gt;That in-between my shadow and your light &lt;br /&gt;I did lose you &lt;br /&gt;Fly without, never be denied &lt;br /&gt;Let it happen. Fall, you'll be alright &lt;br /&gt;I will catch you &lt;br /&gt;Fly without, never be denied &lt;br /&gt;If you love me, tell me with your eyes &lt;br /&gt;They never lie &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long year this year &lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, I can't tell from here &lt;br /&gt;What a thrill, mop up the spill with my heart &lt;br /&gt;Theres a puzzle in your angel eyes &lt;br /&gt;A piece we may never find &lt;br /&gt;A piece we may never find, at the same time &lt;br /&gt;In-between my shadow and your light &lt;br /&gt;Theres an answer &lt;br /&gt;In-between your shadow and your light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112159459118640491?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112159459118640491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112159459118640491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112159459118640491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112159459118640491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/07/marks-music.html' title='Mark&apos;s Music'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-112010766520569488</id><published>2005-06-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:07:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling My Eyes</title><content type='html'>I have unexpected roommates until Friday, but they have already been here for 30 some-odd days.  I am a good enough person to help someone. I am also a good enough person to know how long I can force my good temper. I am glad that when I say 'Shut-up, now', these people (and their pets)feel comfortable enough in my home to find something else to occupy themselves with, although The Shower might not feel the same way as I.  They all in all, are pretty good providers of coffee, and since things are easier to tolerate with coffee, I find solace in being able to roll my eyes into these cups of coffee...Often. One of my roommates is still an Occasional Baby-sitter. She is also my almost ex-sister-in-law.  She has been my roommate before, but this time she brought her whole family with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks a go, I was wondering down my street and Gord is poking his head out from his patio door, "Liz," he yells. And it is accusing.  "Why did you not tell me you were going to be in the newspaper?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I ask, taken aback.  I do not do newspapers, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you did not tell me," and there Gord is shaking his head at me, his belly swaying, solid, along with him.&lt;br /&gt;And he holds this newspaper in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;And he opens the pages.&lt;br /&gt;And there I apparently am.&lt;br /&gt;And I do laugh along with Gord, for the hair is a remarkable facsimile of mine, in the photo he shows me. &lt;br /&gt;I say good-bye to Gord and when I stop into the corner store, I buy a copy of the newspaper for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cut the picture out.  Show it off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then stick the picture on my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step out on my porch, a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;"That picture on your fridge, from the paper?  He just drove by," Cindy says, to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, he did," says my other roommate.&lt;br /&gt;"The Guy On My Fridge is in a rockband," I answer them.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," replies Cindy.  "He lives around the corner."&lt;br /&gt;And she says this with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;"A really good rockband," I point out.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh," drifts Cindy, on to something different in her chirpy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next week, I hear of their spottings of the Guy On My Fridge.  Twice they rush me out the door, but never in time for me to see the Guy On My Fridge.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates were getting disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Cindy rushes inside and I happen to be standing near the door.  She grabs me and drags me outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;"That's him!" Cindy points, to the back-end of a car, driving down the road.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I say.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Jack White, of the White Stripes, drives a silver, rusted-out, are-you-sure-you-have-a-muffler?...K-Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumble,Jumble-White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumble jumble&lt;br /&gt;all at my house&lt;br /&gt;come on over&lt;br /&gt;sleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;cant even see ya&lt;br /&gt;look like a mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumble crumble&lt;br /&gt;the bag is brown&lt;br /&gt;rip up the paper&lt;br /&gt;to hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumble tumble&lt;br /&gt;on to the floor&lt;br /&gt;roll over&lt;br /&gt;until your poor&lt;br /&gt;wave to me&lt;br /&gt;Im at the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-112010766520569488?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/112010766520569488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=112010766520569488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112010766520569488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/112010766520569488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/rolling-my-eyes_29.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://ohthepressure.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Rolling My Eyes&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111967989803585327</id><published>2005-06-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:21:32.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear To God</title><content type='html'>This is the best song to ever come from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans Is Sinking-Tragically Hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete&lt;br /&gt;Under skies all smoky blue-green&lt;br /&gt;I can forksake the dixie dead shake&lt;br /&gt;So we dance the sidewalk clean&lt;br /&gt;My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Tom, what's wrong? What's going on&lt;br /&gt;You can't tie yourself up for a deal&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey North you're south shut you big mouth &lt;br /&gt;You gotta do what you feel is real." &lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't go no souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking about those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire &lt;br /&gt;Sucking up to someone just stoke the fire&lt;br /&gt;Picking out the highlights of the scenery&lt;br /&gt;Saw a little cloud looked a little like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had My hand in the river&lt;br /&gt;My feet back up on the banks&lt;br /&gt;Looked up to the lord above and said hey man thanks&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so good I gotta scream&lt;br /&gt;She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean&lt;br /&gt;She said, she said, I swear to god, she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111967989803585327?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111967989803585327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111967989803585327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111967989803585327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111967989803585327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-swear-to-god.html' title='I Swear To God'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111912748253672734</id><published>2005-06-18T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:55:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How A Heart Breaks</title><content type='html'>Me and My Computer.  Sometimes...we have issues. &lt;br /&gt;One issue is, when I fixed My Computer a few weeks back, My Computer decided to...not fully repair.&lt;br /&gt;Which I happened to find really rude.&lt;br /&gt;To get back at My Computer, I have left My Computer is this state of dis-repair.  My Computer is not happy.  It cannot do too many things, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have been laughing at My Computer because I could fix My Computer.  I just haven't wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;But now I want My Music back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted-Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget when words were only words &lt;br /&gt;She knows the party makes me nervous &lt;br /&gt;In this stage we can't get hurt &lt;br /&gt;Don't try to understand me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're too cool to be alone &lt;br /&gt;But, not too crazy to get busted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out one life just ain't enough &lt;br /&gt;I need another soul to feed on &lt;br /&gt;I'm the flame I can't get burnt &lt;br /&gt;I'm wholly understated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found silence in this space &lt;br /&gt;An on and off again attraction &lt;br /&gt;And I need such amazing grace &lt;br /&gt;Heaven sweep me away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Love don't change, don't come around here &lt;br /&gt;Don't wear my heart on your sleeve &lt;br /&gt;Like a high school letter &lt;br /&gt;Don't strain, 'cuz nothing ever come from it &lt;br /&gt;And the people we've become, well &lt;br /&gt;They've never been the people who we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strap on one horse and prayed for luck &lt;br /&gt;I dug another hole to bleed &lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how this works &lt;br /&gt;I need a new feel dirty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you crowding up my space &lt;br /&gt;I just want to get inside you (inside)&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe the heart you save &lt;br /&gt;Giving something away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that the world was crumbling down &lt;br /&gt;We sat on my back porch and watched it &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that the buildings all fell down &lt;br /&gt;We sat on my back porch and watched it &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that the world was crumbling down &lt;br /&gt;We sat on my back porch and watched it &lt;br /&gt;In my head I heard the sound &lt;br /&gt;Like fifteen strangers dancing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh how I want you to know me &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want you to know me &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I was somebody else, baby &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish you could own me &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/7881430-111912748253672734?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111912748253672734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111912748253672734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111912748253672734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111912748253672734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-how-heart-breaks.html' title='This Is How A Heart Breaks'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111876338854018472</id><published>2005-06-14T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T08:43:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Not A Geek...</title><content type='html'>...because I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)-John Parr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, you don't see the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Passing by, moving straight ahead, you knew it all&lt;br /&gt;But maybe sometime if you feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the game, you know you can't quit until it's won&lt;br /&gt;Soldier on, only you can do what must be done&lt;br /&gt;You know in some way you're a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;You're just a prisoner and you're tryin' to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning up, don't know just how far that I can go (just how far I go)&lt;br /&gt;Soon be home, only just a few miles down the road&lt;br /&gt;I can make it, I know I can&lt;br /&gt;You broke the boy in me, but you won't break the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea&lt;br /&gt;I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me, burnin' in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once in his life &lt;br /&gt;A man has his time &lt;br /&gt;And my time is now &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the music playin', I can see the banners fly&lt;br /&gt;Feel like you're back again, and hope ridin' high&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where the eagle's flyin' higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea&lt;br /&gt;I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnin', burnin' in me, I can feel it burnin'&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, burnin' inside of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111876338854018472?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111876338854018472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111876338854018472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111876338854018472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111876338854018472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-not-geek.html' title='I am Not A Geek...'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111862744965569291</id><published>2005-06-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:50:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>Heavy words with a heavy heart, in the heavy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Feeings-The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;The worries are washed out to sea&lt;br /&gt;See the changes, people's faces blurred out&lt;br /&gt;Like sunspots or raindrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be&lt;br /&gt;lost in time&lt;br /&gt;But today I' ve wasted away for today is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the only worries I had in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Away from the light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Holding tight and try not to hide how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now feelings mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost&lt;br /&gt;in time&lt;br /&gt;but today I've wasted away for today is on my mind (today is on&lt;br /&gt;my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get a worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Breaking apart all this love in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where feelings mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost&lt;br /&gt;in time&lt;br /&gt;But today I've wasted away, for today is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get a worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;br /&gt;breaking apart all this love in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111862744965569291?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111862744965569291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111862744965569291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111862744965569291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111862744965569291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111818335362659092</id><published>2005-06-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:38:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Music?</title><content type='html'>Charlie is pretty boring.  He does not like Music.&lt;br /&gt;Much.&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that Charlie will send me a song over Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty scary, a few nights back, when Windows was finally done reloading itself onto My Computer.  Because My Computer was quite...useless...without any other programs loaded onto it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all My Music, also no longer on My Computer.&lt;br /&gt;And how all My Music was sitting on Charlie's portable HD.  An hour away.&lt;br /&gt;And it was after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;So, I downloaded Messenger and put that back onto My Computer first.&lt;br /&gt;And then I typed:&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, send me some of My Music.&lt;br /&gt;And Charlie typed:&lt;br /&gt;No. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;And Charlie sent me this, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Phone-Raffi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding-a-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop!&lt;br /&gt;Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feeling, so appealing,&lt;br /&gt;for us to get together and sing. Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donana phone&lt;br /&gt;It grows in bunches, I've got my hunches,&lt;br /&gt;It's the best! Beats the rest!&lt;br /&gt;Cellular, Modular, Interactivodular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone&lt;br /&gt;Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop!&lt;br /&gt;Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping panana phone&lt;br /&gt;It's no baloney, it ain't a pony&lt;br /&gt;My cellular bananular phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need quarters, don't need dimes,&lt;br /&gt;to call a friend of mine!&lt;br /&gt;Don't need computer or TV,&lt;br /&gt;to have a real good time!&lt;br /&gt;I'll call for pizza. I'll call my cat.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call the white house, have a chat!&lt;br /&gt;I'll place a call around the world, operator get me Beijing&lt;br /&gt;-jing-jing-jing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Soprano Sax Solo)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play that thing!&lt;br /&gt;(Piano Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone&lt;br /&gt;Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop&lt;br /&gt;Yin yang yin yang yin yang ying yonana phone&lt;br /&gt;It's a real live mama and papa phone,&lt;br /&gt;a brother and sister and a dogaphone,&lt;br /&gt;a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too! Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;My cellular, bananular phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana phone, ring ring ring!&lt;br /&gt;(It's a phone with appeal!)&lt;br /&gt;Banana phone, ring ring ring!&lt;br /&gt;(Now you can have your phone and eat it too!)&lt;br /&gt;Banana phone, ring ring ring!&lt;br /&gt;(This song drives me, Bananas!)&lt;br /&gt;Banana phone, ring ring ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop-doop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111818335362659092?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111818335362659092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111818335362659092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111818335362659092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111818335362659092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/charlies-music.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Music?'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111768439542369406</id><published>2005-06-01T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:54:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;From the Anti-Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Tears-Ozzy Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in the window is a crack in the sky&lt;br /&gt;A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back&lt;br /&gt;The man in the dark will bring another attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to&lt;br /&gt;strangers&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror tell me do you uthink your life's in danger&lt;br /&gt;here, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes as the night closes in&lt;br /&gt;The red light goes on to say it's time to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the man around the corner waiting, does he see me?&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it's over can't we just say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to move on and make the most of the night&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are so cold I don't know what else to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to end this way my love my darling&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111768439542369406?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111768439542369406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111768439542369406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111768439542369406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111768439542369406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/06/rolling-my-eyes.html' title='&lt;a href=http://ohthepressure.blogspot.com/&gt;Rolling My Eyes&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111730630266358135</id><published>2005-05-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:51:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>A little house in Jerico, my older brother sitting on the red couch and hitting the rewind button on the cassette player over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just so his little sister could memorize the words to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Business-Skid Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window there´s a &lt;br /&gt;Whole lot of trouble comin´ &lt;br /&gt;The cartoon killers and the &lt;br /&gt;Rag cover clones &lt;br /&gt;Stack heels kickin´ rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Of social circumcision &lt;br /&gt;Can´t close the closet on &lt;br /&gt;Shoe box full of bones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo lady with her bourbon &lt;br /&gt;in a pouch &lt;br /&gt;Can´t afford the rental on &lt;br /&gt;a bamboo couch &lt;br /&gt;Collecting back her favors ´cause her &lt;br /&gt;well is running dry &lt;br /&gt;I know her act is terminal, &lt;br /&gt;But she ain´t gonna die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim intoxicado drinkin´ dime &lt;br /&gt;store hooch &lt;br /&gt;Is always in a circle with his &lt;br /&gt;part-time pooch &lt;br /&gt;Little creepy´s playing dollies in the &lt;br /&gt;New York rain &lt;br /&gt;Thinkin´ Bowie´s just a knife &lt;br /&gt;Ooh the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain´t seen the sun since I don´t &lt;br /&gt;know when &lt;br /&gt;The freaks come out at nine &lt;br /&gt;And it´s twenty to ten &lt;br /&gt;What´s this funk &lt;br /&gt;That you call junk &lt;br /&gt;To me it´s just monkey business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind man in the vox that will &lt;br /&gt;probably die &lt;br /&gt;The village kids laugh as they walk by &lt;br /&gt;A psycho is on the edge of this human &lt;br /&gt;garbage dump &lt;br /&gt;And the vultures in the sewers &lt;br /&gt;are telling &lt;br /&gt;Him to jump &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the fire from the frying pan &lt;br /&gt;Tripping on his tounge &lt;br /&gt;For a cool place to stand &lt;br /&gt;Where´s this shade &lt;br /&gt;That you´ve got it made &lt;br /&gt;To me it´s just monkey business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business &lt;br /&gt;Slippin´ on the track &lt;br /&gt;Monkey business &lt;br /&gt;Jungle in black &lt;br /&gt;Ain´t your business if I got &lt;br /&gt;No monkey on my back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business &lt;br /&gt;Slippin´ on the track &lt;br /&gt;Monkey business &lt;br /&gt;Jungle in black &lt;br /&gt;Ain´t your business &lt;br /&gt;If I got &lt;br /&gt;Monkey´s on my back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls &lt;br /&gt;Dressed to the society &lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis &lt;br /&gt;Can´t get you by that monkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111730630266358135?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111730630266358135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111730630266358135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111730630266358135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111730630266358135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/05/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111709259526456485</id><published>2005-05-26T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:29:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey! Survey!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone felt this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me-Sisqo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is you. you think you'll get away with the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance for me&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you shake your lil body for me&lt;br /&gt;(come on what's my name uh, say my name come on come on)&lt;br /&gt;dance for me&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you shake your lil body for me&lt;br /&gt;(said what's my name, come on come on, say my name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me whisk you away&lt;br /&gt;better yet some fries and a shake&lt;br /&gt;come on girl now be late&lt;br /&gt;just kiddin&lt;br /&gt;cause you like that baller shit&lt;br /&gt;that negative degrees on the arm and shit&lt;br /&gt;better hop in the hoop with that prada shit&lt;br /&gt;cause i ain't havin it&lt;br /&gt;girl i can handle it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we can do a little cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;we can do a little ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;gotta go&lt;br /&gt;but before i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;you gotta know you got a body like whoa&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we can do a little ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;right before we do the cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;lemme know&lt;br /&gt;but before you let me know i gotta make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance for me&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you shake your lil body for me&lt;br /&gt;oh your eyes&lt;br /&gt;take over me&lt;br /&gt;they holdin me&lt;br /&gt;fell like they controllin me&lt;br /&gt;moanin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i like when you shake it&lt;br /&gt;that freaky face when you make it&lt;br /&gt;girl you think you the shit when the beat hit&lt;br /&gt;don't stop&lt;br /&gt;make it drop, i can handle it&lt;br /&gt;you know what you tryna do&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i know that i'm feelin you&lt;br /&gt;your eyes&lt;br /&gt;your eyes like a vesta view&lt;br /&gt;from the empire state&lt;br /&gt;but we could see the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we can do a little cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;we can do a little ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;gotta go&lt;br /&gt;but before i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;you gotta know you got a body like whoa&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we can do a little ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;right before we do the cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;lemme know&lt;br /&gt;but before you let me know i gotta make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break it down&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean no disrespeezy&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tryna make you see that&lt;br /&gt;where i'm from&lt;br /&gt;yo shorty you the bomb&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;i want you more than cause you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so don't desecrate my virgin eyes&lt;br /&gt;infatuation passes by&lt;br /&gt;no you shouldn't feel this way&lt;br /&gt;baby all i have to say is&lt;br /&gt;bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my name&lt;br /&gt;say my name&lt;br /&gt;come on what's my name&lt;br /&gt;say my name&lt;br /&gt;come on come on&lt;br /&gt;what's my name&lt;br /&gt;yo say my name&lt;br /&gt;what's my name&lt;br /&gt;now dance for me&lt;br /&gt;dance for me&lt;br /&gt;just dance for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on dance for me&lt;br /&gt;uh-uh dance for me&lt;br /&gt;come on dance for me&lt;br /&gt;uh-uh dance for me&lt;br /&gt;dance for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111709259526456485?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111709259526456485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111709259526456485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111709259526456485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111709259526456485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/05/survey-survey.html' title='Survey! Survey!'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111691869997957273</id><published>2005-05-24T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:11:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Bobby</title><content type='html'>My Back Pages-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson flames tied through my ears&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' high and mighty traps&lt;br /&gt;Pounced with fire on flaming roads&lt;br /&gt;Using ideas as my maps&lt;br /&gt;"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I&lt;br /&gt;Proud 'neath heated brow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then, &lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth&lt;br /&gt;"Rip down all hate," I screamed&lt;br /&gt;Lies that life is black and white&lt;br /&gt;Spoke from my skull. I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Romantic facts of musketeers&lt;br /&gt;Foundationed deep, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' faces formed the forward path&lt;br /&gt;From phony jealousy&lt;br /&gt;To memorizing politics&lt;br /&gt;Of ancient history&lt;br /&gt;Flung down by corpse evangelists&lt;br /&gt;Unthought of, though, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self-ordained professor's tongue&lt;br /&gt;Too serious to fool&lt;br /&gt;Spouted out that liberty&lt;br /&gt;Is just equality in school&lt;br /&gt;"Equality," I spoke the word&lt;br /&gt;As if a wedding vow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand&lt;br /&gt;At the mongrel dogs who teach&lt;br /&gt;Fearing not that I'd become my enemy&lt;br /&gt;In the instant that I preach&lt;br /&gt;My pathway led by confusion boats&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny from stern to bow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats&lt;br /&gt;Too noble to neglect&lt;br /&gt;Deceived me into thinking&lt;br /&gt;I had something to protect&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad, I define these terms&lt;br /&gt;Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I was so much older then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm younger than that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111691869997957273?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111691869997957273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111691869997957273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111691869997957273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111691869997957273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-bobby.html' title='Happy Birthday, Bobby'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111663933353636697</id><published>2005-05-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:22:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Still Fucking May?</title><content type='html'>Sorry, sorry, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Season-Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid - but I know it won't last for long&lt;br /&gt;I've been guessing - and I coulda been guessin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me now&lt;br /&gt;I kinda thought that you should somehow&lt;br /&gt;Does that whole mad season got ya down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid, but it's something that comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;I've been changin' - I think it's funny how no one knows&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk about the little things that we do without&lt;br /&gt;When that whole mad season comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why you gotta stand there&lt;br /&gt;Looking like the answer now?&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me you'd come around&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can cope?&lt;br /&gt;You figured me out - that I'm lost and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I come undone in this mad season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid, but I think I been catchin' on&lt;br /&gt;I feel ugly, but I know I still turn you on&lt;br /&gt;You've grown colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around&lt;br /&gt;Will that whole mad season knock you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna help me out?&lt;br /&gt;We need to be together now&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can cope?&lt;br /&gt;You figured me out - that I'm lost and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I come undone in this mad season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to live my life on my own&lt;br /&gt;But I won't, no,&lt;br /&gt;At times I do believe I am strong&lt;br /&gt;So someone tell me why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;Do I, I, I feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;And I come undone&lt;br /&gt;And I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can cope?&lt;br /&gt;You figured me out - that I'm lost and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can cope?&lt;br /&gt;You figured me out - I'm a child and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I come undone in this mad season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this mad season&lt;br /&gt;There's been a mad season&lt;br /&gt;Been a mad season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111663933353636697?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111663933353636697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>What A Smashing Idea!</title><content type='html'>Kiss 'Em All-Lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy living on my street&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda cute and really sweet&lt;br /&gt;He said maybe we ought to go out sometime&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's guy down at work I've seen&lt;br /&gt;We met today at the Coke machine&lt;br /&gt;He asked me my name, and we talked some&lt;br /&gt;Could be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, how's a girl to choose&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, what's a girl to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;That's the plan for now (that's the plan for now)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;And let love sort 'em out&lt;br /&gt;Love will sort them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple girlfriends and I&lt;br /&gt;Went dancing last Friday night&lt;br /&gt;A boy in a band dedicated a song to me, flattery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my head a spinning&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet indecision&lt;br /&gt;I could narrow it down, but why would I&lt;br /&gt;I've got time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, how's a girl to choose&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, what's a girl to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;That's the plan for now (that's the plan for now)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;And let love sort 'em out&lt;br /&gt;Love will sort them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, sweet indecision&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will, maybe I won't&lt;br /&gt;I won't know baby if I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;That's the plan for now (that's the plan for now)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all, kiss 'em all&lt;br /&gt;And let love sort 'em out&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a one little kiss yeah&lt;br /&gt;What harm could that be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111638958244453071</id><published>2005-05-18T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:14:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Shot or More</title><content type='html'>Sober-Tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow just behind me&lt;br /&gt;Shrouding every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Making every promise empty&lt;br /&gt;Pointing every finger at me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting like a stalking butler&lt;br /&gt;Who upon the finger rests&lt;br /&gt;Murder now, the pattern called "must we"&lt;br /&gt;Just because the son has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,wont you fucking whistle ?&lt;br /&gt;Something but the past and done&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, wont you fucking whistle &lt;br /&gt;Something but the past and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we not be sober?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start this over&lt;br /&gt;And why can't we drink forever?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start this over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a worthless liar&lt;br /&gt;I am just an imbecile&lt;br /&gt;I will only complicate you&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me and fall as well&lt;br /&gt;I will find a centre in you&lt;br /&gt;I will chew it up and leave&lt;br /&gt;I will work to elevate you&lt;br /&gt;Just enough to bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary, won't you whisper?&lt;br /&gt;Something but what's past and done&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary, won't you whisper?&lt;br /&gt;Something but what's past and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we not be sober?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start this over&lt;br /&gt;And why can't we sleep forever?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start this over&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a worthless liar&lt;br /&gt;I am just an imbecile&lt;br /&gt;I will only complicate you&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me and fall as well&lt;br /&gt;I will find a centre in you&lt;br /&gt;I will chew it up and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we not be sober?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start things over&lt;br /&gt;And why can't we sleep forever?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start this over&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I want it&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I want it&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I want it&lt;br /&gt;I want it when I want it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111638958244453071?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111638958244453071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>For The Record</title><content type='html'>When I was 14 years old, this was my favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;My mother also once said to me:&lt;br /&gt;"Beth, I am scared of you."&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, she read too much into the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackened-Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackened is the End &lt;br /&gt;Winter it Will Send &lt;br /&gt;Throwing All You See &lt;br /&gt;Into Obscurity &lt;br /&gt;Death of Mother Earth &lt;br /&gt;Never a Rebirth &lt;br /&gt;Evolution's End &lt;br /&gt;Never Will it Mend &lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Blackened Is the End &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Color Our World Blackened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blistering of Earth &lt;br /&gt;Terminate its Worth &lt;br /&gt;Deadly Nicotine &lt;br /&gt;Kills What Might Have Been &lt;br /&gt;Callous Frigid Chill &lt;br /&gt;Nothing Left to Kill &lt;br /&gt;Never Seen Before &lt;br /&gt;Breathing Nevermore &lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Blackened Is the End &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Color Our World Blackened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposition...Contradiction...Premonition...Compromise &lt;br /&gt;Agitation...Violation...Mutilation...Planet Dies &lt;br /&gt;Darkest Color &lt;br /&gt;Blistered Earth &lt;br /&gt;True Death of Life &lt;br /&gt;Termination....Expiration...Cancellation...Human Race &lt;br /&gt;Expectation...Liberation...Population...Lay to Waste &lt;br /&gt;See Our Mother &lt;br /&gt;Put to Death &lt;br /&gt;See Our Mother Die &lt;br /&gt;Smouldering Decay &lt;br /&gt;Take Her Breath Away &lt;br /&gt;Millions of Our Years &lt;br /&gt;In Minutes Disappears &lt;br /&gt;Darkening in Vain &lt;br /&gt;Decadence Remains &lt;br /&gt;All Is Said and Done &lt;br /&gt;Never Is the Sun &lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Blackened Is the End &lt;br /&gt;To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;br /&gt;Is the Outcome of Hypocrisy &lt;br /&gt;Darkest Potency &lt;br /&gt;In the Exit of Humanity &lt;br /&gt;Color Our World Blackened &lt;br /&gt;Blackened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111595686706082756?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111595686706082756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111595686706082756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111595686706082756'/><link rel='self' 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He made good sound.  He wrote good lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry spent sometime in jail.  For kidnapping a 14 year old girl and and travelling all over the States with her.&lt;br /&gt;When they let him out, he released this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Particular Place To Go-Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding along in my automobile&lt;br /&gt;My baby beside me at the wheel&lt;br /&gt;I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile&lt;br /&gt;my curiosity running wild&lt;br /&gt;cruisin' and playin' the radio&lt;br /&gt;with no particular place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding along in my automobile&lt;br /&gt;I's anxious to tell her the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;So I told her softly and sincere&lt;br /&gt;and she leaned and whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;cuddlin' more and drivin' slow&lt;br /&gt;with no particular place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular place to go&lt;br /&gt;So we parked way out on ko-ko-mo&lt;br /&gt;The night was young and the moon was gold&lt;br /&gt;So we both decided to take a stroll&lt;br /&gt;Can you image the way I felt&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't unfasten her safety belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding along in my calaboose&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get her belt a-loose&lt;br /&gt;all the way home I held a grudge&lt;br /&gt;for the safety belt that wouldn't budge&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin' and playing the radio&lt;br /&gt;with no particular place to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111540825915756857?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111540825915756857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111540825915756857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111540825915756857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;They slither while they pass &lt;br /&gt;They slip away across the universe &lt;br /&gt;Pools of sorrow waves of joy &lt;br /&gt;are drifting thorough my open mind &lt;br /&gt;Possessing and caressing me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of broken light which &lt;br /&gt;dance before me like a million eyes &lt;br /&gt;That call me on and on across the universe &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a &lt;br /&gt;restless wind inside a letter box &lt;br /&gt;they tumble blindly as &lt;br /&gt;they make their way across the universe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter shades of life &lt;br /&gt;are ringing through my open ears &lt;br /&gt;exciting and inviting me &lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying love which &lt;br /&gt;shines around me like a million suns &lt;br /&gt;It calls me on and on across the universe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva om &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world &lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva &lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111484178920980075?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111484178920980075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111484178920980075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111484178920980075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111484178920980075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/04/michael.html' title='Michael'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111379144062296052</id><published>2005-04-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:30:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Loves The Beatles</title><content type='html'>Here Comes The Sun-Jewel and Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And I say it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I say it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And I say it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111379144062296052?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111379144062296052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111379144062296052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111379144062296052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111379144062296052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/04/everybody-loves-beatles.html' title='Everybody Loves The Beatles'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111353735702368431</id><published>2005-04-14T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:58:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>This song might cause emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry Baby-Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, welcome back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she told you,&lt;br /&gt;Honey I know she told you that she loved you&lt;br /&gt;Much more than I did,&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is that she left you,&lt;br /&gt;And you swear that you just don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;But you know, honey I’ll always,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be around if you ever want me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, welcome back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know, honey,&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t nobody ever gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;The way I try to do ? &lt;br /&gt;Who’ll take all your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, your heartache, too ? &lt;br /&gt;And if you need me, you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll always be around if you ever want me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,&lt;br /&gt;Oh daddy, like you always saying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk around the world, babe,&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d try to look for the end of the road,&lt;br /&gt;You might find out later that the road’ll end in Detroit,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, the road’ll even end in Kathmandu&lt;br /&gt;You can go all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find something to do with your life, baby,&lt;br /&gt;When you only gotta do one thing well,&lt;br /&gt;You only gotta do one thing well to make it in this world, babe&lt;br /&gt;You got a woman waiting for you there,&lt;br /&gt;All you ever gotta do is be a good man one time to one woman&lt;br /&gt;And that’ll be the end of the road, babe,&lt;br /&gt;I know you got more tears to share, babe,&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;And cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel a little lonely, dear,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come on, come on to your mama now,&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever want a little love of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Come on and baby baby baby babe babe baby now&lt;br /&gt;Cry baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111353735702368431?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111353735702368431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111353735702368431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111353735702368431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111353735702368431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/04/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111306858416441434</id><published>2005-04-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:43:04.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes-</title><content type='html'>I used to listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love And Affection-The Nelsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes, just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Seems like forever that she’s been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I’m a waste if her time&lt;br /&gt;There she goes, she don’t know what she’s missing&lt;br /&gt;Can’t she see I’ll never give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do all I can till she understands my desire&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Let me into your heart&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing on earth that&lt;br /&gt;Should keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love and affection&lt;br /&gt;I can’t face another night on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’d give up my pride to save me from being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t live without your love&lt;br /&gt;So I wait, here for an answer&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if tomorrow will be like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t go on living this way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Bring these tears to an end&lt;br /&gt;I realize there’s no use for me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love and affection&lt;br /&gt;I can’t face another night on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’d give up my pride to save me from being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t live without your love&lt;br /&gt;For your love, I’d put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;For your love, I’d find the strength to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love and affection&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t go on this way anymore&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I try there’s one thing that I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111306858416441434?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111306858416441434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111306858416441434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111306858416441434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111306858416441434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/04/yes.html' title='Yes-'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111273916465618760</id><published>2005-04-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:12:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country IS Cool</title><content type='html'>I suggest moving your feet...or hips.&lt;br /&gt;Yee-Haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Wagon-Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me 'round&lt;br /&gt;now I'm drawin' the line&lt;br /&gt;He lived his life&lt;br /&gt;now I'm gonna go live mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick on wastin' my time&lt;br /&gt;Well now I've been good for way too long&lt;br /&gt;Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get too far gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition&lt;br /&gt;One more helpin' of what I've been havin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a mission to make something happen&lt;br /&gt;Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson&lt;br /&gt;Do a little mattress dancin'&lt;br /&gt;That's right I said mattress dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;of what I've been missin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'll be crashin'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's my turn to march up to glory&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have one hell of a story&lt;br /&gt;That's if He forgives me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation&lt;br /&gt;They may take me&lt;br /&gt;with my feet draggin'&lt;br /&gt;But I'll fly away on a sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly away on a sin wagon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111273916465618760?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111273916465618760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111273916465618760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111273916465618760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111273916465618760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/04/country-is-cool.html' title='Country IS Cool'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111161351492910331</id><published>2005-03-23T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T13:31:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason They Are Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>Simple Kind Of Lovely-Kara's Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on a tree trunk&lt;br /&gt;Thinking all the same junk&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth I'm swaying&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating staying&lt;br /&gt;Laying and decaying&lt;br /&gt;When I know I must leave&lt;br /&gt;Where do I aim when I shoot the breeze?&lt;br /&gt;How do I calm myself at times like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a simple kind of lovely&lt;br /&gt;And the thought is just a novelty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend the whole time&lt;br /&gt;Dangling from a grape vine&lt;br /&gt;Standing underneath you&lt;br /&gt;When they cut you free&lt;br /&gt;What about when the sun leaves?&lt;br /&gt;And what about all those bad dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Who will walk you back into reality?&lt;br /&gt;I wish things could be like this everyday&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I could never live this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a simple kind of lovely&lt;br /&gt;And the memories will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories will be ok&lt;br /&gt;Memories will be ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111161351492910331?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111161351492910331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111161351492910331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111161351492910331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111161351492910331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/reason-they-are-maroon-5.html' title='The Reason They Are Maroon 5'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111142511493926501</id><published>2005-03-20T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:26:41.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of Motown</title><content type='html'>I believe we can say that Smokey Robinson had a little bit of Martin Luther King inside of him.&lt;br /&gt;He was just sneakier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising Together-Huey Lewis and Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111142511493926501?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111142511493926501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111142511493926501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111142511493926501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111142511493926501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/courtesy-of-motown.html' title='Courtesy of Motown'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111121589275568802</id><published>2005-03-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:13:24.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of Willie Dixon</title><content type='html'>Wang Dang Doodle-Koko Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim&lt;br /&gt;Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny&lt;br /&gt;A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall&lt;br /&gt;We gonna romp and tromp till midnight&lt;br /&gt;We gonna fuss and fight till daylight&lt;br /&gt;We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long&lt;br /&gt;All night long, All night long, All night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned&lt;br /&gt;Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess&lt;br /&gt;We gonna to break out all of the windows,&lt;br /&gt;we gonna kick down all the doors&lt;br /&gt;We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long&lt;br /&gt;All night long, All night long, All night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam&lt;br /&gt;Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time&lt;br /&gt;When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere&lt;br /&gt;We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long&lt;br /&gt;All night long, All night long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111121589275568802?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111121589275568802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111121589275568802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111121589275568802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111121589275568802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/courtesy-of-willie-dixon.html' title='Courtesy of Willie Dixon'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111060598215937916</id><published>2005-03-11T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:43:00.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gizoogle.com/"&gt;Click Me.  You Know You Want To.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baller Deep, Mountain High-Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phizzil Spector produced this siznong n shit. He had a hand in writ'n it, too. Extras credits go ta Jizzle Barry n Ellie Greenwich like a tru playa'. I wizzy forget they names.&lt;br /&gt;Ike n Tizzy Brotha sang this song first; in tha late 60's . Snoop dogg is in this bitch. It only reached #88 on tha charts sho nuff. Pizzle Spector loved this song. But no one else did with the S-N-double-O-P.&lt;br /&gt;We can thizzay shot calla then, that this is tha exact point when Phiznil Spector's weirdness slowly started ta tizzy into craziness. If we wizzay to.&lt;br /&gt;But we must learn ta forgive brilliant minds.&lt;br /&gt;This is yo best S-to-tha-izzong, Pizzy.&lt;br /&gt;I have loved it fo` ten years.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have pointed yo sword around a lot, had you lived back in those times where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'.&lt;a href="http://whirligirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111060598215937916?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111060598215937916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111060598215937916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111060598215937916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111060598215937916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/thanks-to.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://whirligirl.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Thanks To...&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-111033626018587634</id><published>2005-03-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:18:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot</title><content type='html'>River Deep, Mountain High-Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Spector produced this song.   He had a hand in writing it, too.  Extras credits go to Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich.  I will forget their names.&lt;br /&gt;Ike and Tina Turner sang this song first; in the late 60's.  It only reached #88 on the charts.  Phil Spector loved this song.  But no one else did.&lt;br /&gt;We can infer then, that this is the exact point when Phil Spector's weirdness slowly started to turn into craziness.  If we want to.&lt;br /&gt;But we must learn to forgive brilliant minds.&lt;br /&gt;This is your best song, Phil.&lt;br /&gt;I have loved it for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have pointed your sword around a lot, had you lived back in those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-111033626018587634?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/111033626018587634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=111033626018587634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111033626018587634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/111033626018587634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-forgot.html' title='I Forgot'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110987732849471652</id><published>2005-03-03T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:15:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>I Just Wanna Live-Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an alarm system in my house&lt;br /&gt;So I know when people are&lt;br /&gt;Creepin' about&lt;br /&gt;These people are&lt;br /&gt;Freaking me out (these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gettin' hectic everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;They won’t leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;There’s things they all wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid of all the people I meet&lt;br /&gt;Why are they talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;And why can’t anyone see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock a&lt;br /&gt;Lawsuit when I’m going to court&lt;br /&gt;A white suit when I’m gettin’ divorced&lt;br /&gt;A black suit at the funeral home&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday suit when I’m home alone&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Got an interview&lt;br /&gt;With the Rolling Stone&lt;br /&gt;They’re saying&lt;br /&gt;“Now you’re rich and&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re famous&lt;br /&gt;Fake ass girls all know your name and&lt;br /&gt;"Lifestyles" of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;your first hit are you ashamed?”&lt;br /&gt;Of the life, Of the life,&lt;br /&gt;Of the life we’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop your messin’ around boy&lt;br /&gt;Better think of your future&lt;br /&gt;Better make some good plans boy&lt;br /&gt;Said everyone of my teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookout&lt;br /&gt;You better play it safe&lt;br /&gt;You never know what hard times will come your way&lt;br /&gt;We say&lt;br /&gt;Where we’re coming from&lt;br /&gt;We’ve already seen&lt;br /&gt;The worst that this life can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we expect it everywhere that we go&lt;br /&gt;All the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about the things that they say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really care about what happens to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110987732849471652?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110987732849471652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110987732849471652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110987732849471652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110987732849471652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110961651042457321</id><published>2005-02-28T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:48:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You Dancing With?</title><content type='html'>I was probably seven years old.&lt;br /&gt;"Frank Sinatra was a communist," my Grandma told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way You Look Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold&lt;br /&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;br /&gt;And your cheeks so soft&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my fear apart&lt;br /&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose&lt;br /&gt;It touches my foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely ... Never, ever change&lt;br /&gt;Keep that breathless charm&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you look tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110961651042457321?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110961651042457321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110961651042457321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110961651042457321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110961651042457321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-are-you-dancing-with.html' title='Who Are You Dancing With?'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110922418707621487</id><published>2005-02-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:49:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' La Vida Loca</title><content type='html'>Lonely No More-Rob Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110922418707621487?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110922418707621487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>When Words Apply</title><content type='html'>Are You Still Here-Finding Westerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;The moments of nights again&lt;br /&gt;The music&lt;br /&gt;The people&lt;br /&gt;I can see it all so well&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the air&lt;br /&gt;The look of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Seems just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But we've been gone&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And i just hope that you'll be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110887058294071280?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110887058294071280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110887058294071280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110882456964959634?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110882456964959634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110882456964959634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110882456964959634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110882456964959634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-happens.html' title='It Happens'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110834696394446439</id><published>2005-02-13T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:25:16.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Painted On My Heart-The Cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'd finally found a way to&lt;br /&gt;Learn to live without you&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;'Til I had a hundred reasons&lt;br /&gt;Not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;But it's just not so&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying everything that I can&lt;br /&gt;To get my heart to forget you&lt;br /&gt;But it just can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just no use&lt;br /&gt;In every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory baby&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to escape you&lt;br /&gt;And I know there ain't no way to&lt;br /&gt;To chase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I've got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Is love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby&lt;br /&gt;On my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;I still got your face painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted, painted&lt;br /&gt;I still got your face painted on my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110834696394446439?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110834696394446439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110834696394446439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110834696394446439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110834696394446439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/soundtrack.html' title='Soundtrack'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110797401825902831</id><published>2005-02-09T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:46:29.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Applause, Please</title><content type='html'>SONG OF THE YEAR 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time to decide. &lt;br /&gt;I downloaded some really Bad Music last year.  Lately though, I have been paying attention as to when I click that little skip button on my Media Player.&lt;br /&gt;There is Music I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;But for right now, I am talking about the Very Best Music played. &lt;br /&gt;I would really like to give this band Album of the Last 10 Years.&lt;br /&gt;But in the alright tradition of The Academy; Song of the Year goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret-Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Say your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Off we go&lt;br /&gt;Some conversation&lt;br /&gt;No contemplation&lt;br /&gt;Hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car overheats&lt;br /&gt;Jump out of my seat&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the highway baby&lt;br /&gt;Our road is long&lt;br /&gt;Your hold is strong&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever let go oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can they keep it&lt;br /&gt;Oh no they can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving fast now&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I know how to go slow&lt;br /&gt;Where you at now&lt;br /&gt;I feel around&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool these engines&lt;br /&gt;Calm these jets&lt;br /&gt;I ask you how hot can it get&lt;br /&gt;And as you wipe of beads of sweat&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you say "I'm not there yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can they keep it&lt;br /&gt;Oh no they can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110797401825902831?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110797401825902831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110797401825902831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110797401825902831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110797401825902831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-applause-please.html' title='Some Applause, Please'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110791927816424341</id><published>2005-02-08T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:21:18.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rave On</title><content type='html'>"I like this song," I said, to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;"Buddy Holly sang it first," she replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110791927816424341?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110791927816424341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110791927816424341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110791927816424341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110791927816424341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/rave-on.html' title='Rave On'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110764700004501531</id><published>2005-02-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:45:07.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Heard Today</title><content type='html'>Naked Girl-The Velvet Teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;you will be my shield&lt;br /&gt;you'll be the only thing&lt;br /&gt;anyone ever sees&lt;br /&gt;kill&lt;br /&gt;crush me, break my will&lt;br /&gt;cease the endless rats inside the walls&lt;br /&gt;that squeak and scratch away&lt;br /&gt;and keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my vice that i will break&lt;br /&gt;this is my christ in arms today&lt;br /&gt;this is my golden chance&lt;br /&gt;to fight the odds that never seem to change&lt;br /&gt;ne'er seem to change&lt;br /&gt;ne'er seem to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt me this time&lt;br /&gt;be for real&lt;br /&gt;or kindly let this&lt;br /&gt;lonely soldier be&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;my old friend disappear&lt;br /&gt;leave me to regard the world&lt;br /&gt;in better ways&lt;br /&gt;than what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and what cannot be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't say you'll change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110764700004501531?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110764700004501531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110764700004501531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110764700004501531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110764700004501531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-i-heard-today.html' title='Something I Heard Today'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110755826770433443</id><published>2005-02-04T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:04:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was A Teenager...</title><content type='html'>Walk-Pantera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110755826770433443?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110755826770433443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110755826770433443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110755826770433443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110755826770433443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-i-was-teenager.html' title='When I Was A Teenager...'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110746136710037139</id><published>2005-02-03T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T12:09:27.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks &amp; The Stones</title><content type='html'>For me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Queenie-Chuck Berry with Keith Richards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lumps in my throat&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her comin down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;I got the wiggles in my knees&lt;br /&gt;When she looked at me and sweetly smiled&lt;br /&gt;Well there she is again&lt;br /&gt;Standin over by the record machine&lt;br /&gt;Well she looks like a model&lt;br /&gt;On the cover of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;But she's too cute&lt;br /&gt;To be a minute over seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I was thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if she's in the mood&lt;br /&gt;No need to break it &lt;br /&gt;I got the chance and I oughta take it&lt;br /&gt;If she can dance we can make it&lt;br /&gt;C'mon queenie let's shake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;Who's the queen standin over by the record machine&lt;br /&gt;Well she looks like a model&lt;br /&gt;On the cover of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;But she's too cute &lt;br /&gt;To be a minute over seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was still thinkin, hmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;Well if it's a slow one&lt;br /&gt;We'll omit it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a rocker, then we'll get it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a good one, she'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;C'mon queenie, let's get with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie&lt;br /&gt;I said go, go, go, little queenie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110746136710037139?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110746136710037139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110746136710037139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110746136710037139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110746136710037139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/sticks-stones.html' title='Sticks &amp; The Stones'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110740443830493877</id><published>2005-02-02T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:24:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie-Woogie</title><content type='html'>Sweet Little Sixteen-Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're really rockin' in Boston&lt;br /&gt;In Pittsburgh, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas&lt;br /&gt;And round the 'Frisco Bay&lt;br /&gt;All over St.Louis&lt;br /&gt;And down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;All the cats wanna dance with&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;She's just got to have&lt;br /&gt;About half a million&lt;br /&gt;Famed autographs&lt;br /&gt;Her wallet filled with pictures&lt;br /&gt;She gets them one by one&lt;br /&gt;Becomes so excited&lt;br /&gt;Watch her, look at her run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Mommy, Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Please may I go&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Somebody steal the show"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Daddy, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to Mommy&lt;br /&gt;It's alright with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand&lt;br /&gt;In Philadelphia, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas&lt;br /&gt;And round the 'Frisco Bay&lt;br /&gt;All over St.Louis&lt;br /&gt;Way down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;All the cats wanna dance with&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand&lt;br /&gt;In Philadelphia, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas&lt;br /&gt;And round the 'Frisco Bay&lt;br /&gt;All over St.Louis&lt;br /&gt;Way down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;All the cats wanna dance with&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;She's got the grown - up blues&lt;br /&gt;Tight dresses and lipstick&lt;br /&gt;She's sportin' high - heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;Oh but tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;She'll have to change her trend&lt;br /&gt;And be sweet sixteen&lt;br /&gt;And back in class again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the'll be rockin' in Boston&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas&lt;br /&gt;And round the 'Frisco Bay&lt;br /&gt;Way out in St.Louis&lt;br /&gt;Way down in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;All the cats wanna dance with&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;`Chuck Berry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110740443830493877?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110740443830493877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110740443830493877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110740443830493877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110740443830493877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/02/boogie-woogie.html' title='Boogie-Woogie'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110723233063571655</id><published>2005-01-31T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:32:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love New York</title><content type='html'>New York City Boy-Pet Shop Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110723233063571655?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110723233063571655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110723233063571655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110723233063571655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110723233063571655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-new-york.html' title='I Love New York'/><author><name>Queenie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIYymF_kPw/TdNjVog6mcI/AAAAAAAAABc/hm3WmToQ7js/s220/4211_79840399870_513934870_1648648_7969320_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7881430.post-110706177667266661</id><published>2005-01-30T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:09:36.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine...</title><content type='html'>...springtime and rain and sex all on a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sunday Morning-Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Steal some covers share some skin&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;You twist to fit the mold that I am in&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;br /&gt;And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew&lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers trace your every outline&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm&lt;br /&gt;Change the weather still together when it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;Singing someday it'll bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to bring myself back home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may not know&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7881430-110706177667266661?l=danceandsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/feeds/110706177667266661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7881430&amp;postID=110706177667266661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110706177667266661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7881430/posts/default/110706177667266661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceandsing.blogspot.com/2005/01/imagine.html' 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