<?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-7472770075433258138</id><updated>2012-01-14T03:45:44.935-08:00</updated><category term='singing'/><title type='text'>thinking thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3888391175290354312</id><published>2008-10-31T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:09:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer able</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/SQvIVfIYYpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DhufmN9wDHc/s1600-h/AngieBday+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/SQvIVfIYYpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DhufmN9wDHc/s200/AngieBday+130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520860972016274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I would hold my breath. For&lt;br /&gt;you I would give my life. But today is&lt;br /&gt;not the case. I play martyr, I play&lt;br /&gt;victim, I play dead. You played&lt;br /&gt;friendship, you played time, and you&lt;br /&gt;played me. We met, we laughed, we&lt;br /&gt;loved and now we part. I guess we&lt;br /&gt;won’t grow old together and life won’t&lt;br /&gt;be better. I guess I can say good bye to&lt;br /&gt;the idea of you, the only thing you ever&lt;br /&gt;really gave me. Now we cross each&lt;br /&gt;other as strangers, someone I never met&lt;br /&gt;and will never know. Now I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;anymore. The surest thing was never&lt;br /&gt;sure. What felt right was always wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s all over now. I guess I&lt;br /&gt;can’t care about this anymore. I guess&lt;br /&gt;it’s time to move on….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3888391175290354312?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3888391175290354312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3888391175290354312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3888391175290354312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3888391175290354312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-longer-able.html' title='No longer able'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/SQvIVfIYYpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DhufmN9wDHc/s72-c/AngieBday+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1120824423017185817</id><published>2008-04-06T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:25:39.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When your eyes open so wide I know&lt;br /&gt;you are falling away from me but in&lt;br /&gt;those moments the thought of not&lt;br /&gt;having you makes me want you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scrapes and scrapes looking to&lt;br /&gt;forget him. Hurts the most delicate skin&lt;br /&gt;to relieve any pain from within. I found&lt;br /&gt;it odd how she’s not strong enough. I&lt;br /&gt;studied her from far when she first&lt;br /&gt;stared to fall to the deep; and now she&lt;br /&gt;just keeps pushing herself in. I saw her&lt;br /&gt;open that last wound in the satin but&lt;br /&gt;didn’t say a word. She isn’t the sweetest&lt;br /&gt;of creatures and her hair’s a mess from&lt;br /&gt;morning to dawn. She speaks a foreign&lt;br /&gt;language in any and all countries.&lt;br /&gt;There’s just something about her that&lt;br /&gt;isn’t complete. And it’s not that he’s&lt;br /&gt;gone and the day light with him. It’s not&lt;br /&gt;that she’s lost in the storm and all wet&lt;br /&gt;now. She’s just not together. She’s just&lt;br /&gt;not right. I saw her this morning looking&lt;br /&gt;at her reflection in the mirror and&lt;br /&gt;wondering who it was. And when I saw&lt;br /&gt;her, I saw me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1120824423017185817?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1120824423017185817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1120824423017185817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1120824423017185817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1120824423017185817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-your-eyes-open-so-wide-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3587329830122349887</id><published>2008-04-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:00:35.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is dedicated to &lt;a href="http://princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com/"&gt;Princess-of-Shadows&lt;/a&gt; for all the inspiring work she does and shares with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my heart was mine, then it&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't need to be so close to yours.&lt;br /&gt;After all, there's still no reason not to&lt;br /&gt;love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking in two, the piece he kept and&lt;br /&gt;the one I knew. Looking at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;for the remains of my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can’t help but to focus on&lt;br /&gt;the pain that comes from hearing him&lt;br /&gt;speak. And seeing his shadow is the&lt;br /&gt;death of me. And there are moments&lt;br /&gt;when I don't remember at what point it&lt;br /&gt;became easier to fly then to love him&lt;br /&gt;but I know now that falling after the&lt;br /&gt;flight hurt less. Bringing all my&lt;br /&gt;thoughts together to notice that all I&lt;br /&gt;think about is him. What do I say to the&lt;br /&gt;people in my head waiting to shoot my&lt;br /&gt;heart and call this melancholic&lt;br /&gt;depression a day? It’s been weeks and&lt;br /&gt;going on months now. As I see my life&lt;br /&gt;plan being flushed down the toilet I&lt;br /&gt;remember his name, his voice and his&lt;br /&gt;words. This wasn’t what I wanted; he&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be the end of the&lt;br /&gt;beginning not a rock in the road.&lt;br /&gt;The time comes when I don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;feel so I find new ways to forget. Now&lt;br /&gt;days my body blends with the wind to&lt;br /&gt;caress me in perfect communion.&lt;br /&gt;Movements and music have a new&lt;br /&gt;meaning to it. I taste things differently&lt;br /&gt;and I even try to love without emotion.&lt;br /&gt;A par of hands in my hair and a song&lt;br /&gt;playing on the radio. When everything&lt;br /&gt;is ripped apart there’s no other way then&lt;br /&gt;to go back to zero. I go back to the me&lt;br /&gt;before him and he goes back to who&lt;br /&gt;knows what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my heart was mine, then it&lt;br /&gt;wouldn’t be yours anymore…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3587329830122349887?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3587329830122349887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3587329830122349887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3587329830122349887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3587329830122349887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6783627313517909606</id><published>2008-03-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:02:43.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs in my head 42</title><content type='html'>Cuando termina el dia, aun pensando en todo lo negativo, en las cosas malas e inperdonables que hiciste, quiero despertar a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/fa4cdf5b-e3ba-41a1-8c60-808c23cf06a9&amp;theName=10 - Me va la vida en ello -Silvio Rodriguez-&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=fa4cdf5b-e3ba-41a1-8c60-808c23cf06a9"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/fa4cdf5b-e3ba-41a1-8c60-808c23cf06a9/10---Me-va-la-vida-en-ello--Silvio-Rodriguez-/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvio Rodriguez - Me Va La Vida En Ello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierto que huí de los fastos y los oropeles &lt;br /&gt;y que jamás puse en venta ninguna quimera &lt;br /&gt;siempre evité ser un súbdito de los laureles &lt;br /&gt;porque vivir era un vértigo y no una carrera, &lt;br /&gt;pero quiero que me digas amor, &lt;br /&gt;que no todo fue naufragar &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar &lt;br /&gt;era el verbo más bello, &lt;br /&gt;dímelo, me va la vida en ello. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me digas amor, que no todo fue naufragar &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar era el verbo más bello, &lt;br /&gt;dímelo, me va la vida en ello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierto que no prescindí de ningún laberinto &lt;br /&gt;que amenazara con un callejón sin salida &lt;br /&gt;ante otro más de lo mismo, creyendo distinto, &lt;br /&gt;porque vivir era búsqueda y no una guarida &lt;br /&gt;pero quiero que me digas amor, &lt;br /&gt;que no todo fue naufragar &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar &lt;br /&gt;era el verbo más bello, &lt;br /&gt;dímelo, me va la vida en ello. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me digas amor, que no todo fue naufragar &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar era el verbo más bello, &lt;br /&gt;dímelo, me va la vida en ello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierto que cuando aprendí que la vida iba en serio &lt;br /&gt;quise quemarla deprisa jugando con fuego &lt;br /&gt;y me abrasé defendiendo mi propio criterio &lt;br /&gt;porque vivir era más que unas reglas en juego &lt;br /&gt;pero quiero que me digas amor, &lt;br /&gt;que no todo fue naufragar &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar &lt;br /&gt;era el verbo más bello, &lt;br /&gt;dímelo, me va la vida en ello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero quiero que me digas amor, [quiero que me digas amor] &lt;br /&gt;que no todo fue naufragar [que no todo fue naufragar por haberte] &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar [por haberte creido a ti] &lt;br /&gt;era el verbo más bello, dímelo, me va la vida en ello. [dimelo] &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me digas amor, [que me digas amor] &lt;br /&gt;que no todo fue naufragar [que no todo fue naufragar por amor] &lt;br /&gt;por haber creído que amar [por haber creido que amar] &lt;br /&gt;era el verbo más bello, dímelo, me va la vida en ello. [dimelo]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6783627313517909606?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6783627313517909606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6783627313517909606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6783627313517909606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6783627313517909606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/songs-in-my-head-42.html' title='Songs in my head 42'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8333304611406139196</id><published>2008-03-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:00:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lo que hemos llegado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Qué diría Dios si amas sin la Iglesia y sin la ley"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejemos atras las ideas de epocas coloniales. La mujer casada porque sino no vive. El hombre perfecto que le pega a su amada. El hijo que calla. La hija que solo sirve para servir. Estas ideas del pasado que solo estan porque las permitimos.   No hay progreso y preguntamos porque. Si tu no lo sabes, entonces quien sabe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/b4f5f060-51e2-4447-9fbe-3fa16aa134f2&amp;theName=02 La Familia la Propiedad Privada y&amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=b4f5f060-51e2-4447-9fbe-3fa16aa134f2"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/b4f5f060-51e2-4447-9fbe-3fa16aa134f2/02-La-Familia-la-Propiedad-Privada-y/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvio Rodriguez - Familia La Propiedad Privada Y El Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El derrumbe de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;algo hallado pasando&lt;br /&gt;resultabas ser tú.&lt;br /&gt;Una esponja sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;un silbido buscando&lt;br /&gt;resultaba ser yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se hallan dos balas&lt;br /&gt;sobre un campo de guerra&lt;br /&gt;algo debe ocurrir&lt;br /&gt;que prediga el amor&lt;br /&gt;de cabeza hacia el suelo&lt;br /&gt;una nube vendrá&lt;br /&gt;o estampidas de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;los ojos tendrán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue preciso algo siempre&lt;br /&gt;y no fue porque tú&lt;br /&gt;tenías lazos blancos en la piel&lt;br /&gt;tú, tenías precio puesto desde ayer&lt;br /&gt;tú, valías cuatro cuños de la ley&lt;br /&gt;tú sentada sobre el miedo (x3)&lt;br /&gt;de correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una buena muchacha de casa decente no puede salir&lt;br /&gt;que diría la gente el domingo en la misa&lt;br /&gt;si saben de tí&lt;br /&gt;que dirían los amigos&lt;br /&gt;los viejos vecinos&lt;br /&gt;que vienen aquí&lt;br /&gt;Qué dirían las ventanas,&lt;br /&gt;tu madre y su hermana&lt;br /&gt;y todos los siglos de colonialismo español&lt;br /&gt;que no en balde te han hecho cobarde&lt;br /&gt;qué diría Dios&lt;br /&gt;si amas sin la Iglesia&lt;br /&gt;y sin la ley&lt;br /&gt;Dios, a quien ya te entregaste en comunión&lt;br /&gt;Dios, que hace eternas las almas de los niños&lt;br /&gt;Que destrozarán las bombas y el napalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El derrumbe de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;algo hallado pasando&lt;br /&gt;resultabas ser tú&lt;br /&gt;Una esponja sin dueño un silbido buscando&lt;br /&gt;resultabas ser yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busca amor con anillos&lt;br /&gt;y papeles firmados&lt;br /&gt;y cuando dejes de amar&lt;br /&gt;ten presente los niños&lt;br /&gt;no dejes tu esposo&lt;br /&gt;ni una buena casa&lt;br /&gt;y si no se resisten&lt;br /&gt;serruchen los bienes&lt;br /&gt;que tienes derecho también&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;br /&gt;tú, tenías lazos blancos en la piel&lt;br /&gt;tú, tenías precio puesto desde ayer&lt;br /&gt;tú, valías cuatro cuños de la ley&lt;br /&gt;tú sentada sobre el miedo (x3)&lt;br /&gt;de correr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8333304611406139196?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8333304611406139196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8333304611406139196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8333304611406139196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8333304611406139196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/lo-que-hemos-llegado.html' title='A lo que hemos llegado'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3948588786562445962</id><published>2008-03-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:55:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs in my head 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Los besos que perdere porque no sabes decir:"te necesito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/d08e3807-d6c3-41d9-a47b-22206cdc2d41&amp;amp;theName=1999 Sabina - 08 - Donde habita el olvido&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=d08e3807-d6c3-41d9-a47b-22206cdc2d41"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/d08e3807-d6c3-41d9-a47b-22206cdc2d41/1999-Sabina---08---Donde-habita-el-olvido/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Sabina - Donde Habita El Olvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se despertó,&lt;br /&gt;no recordaba nada&lt;br /&gt;de la noche anterior,&lt;br /&gt;"demasiadas cervezas",&lt;br /&gt;dijo, al ver mi cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;al lado de la suya, en la almohada...&lt;br /&gt;y la besé otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no era ayer,&lt;br /&gt;sino mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Y un insolente sol,&lt;br /&gt;como un ladrón, entró&lt;br /&gt;por la ventana.&lt;br /&gt;El día que llegó&lt;br /&gt;tenía ojeras malvas&lt;br /&gt;y barro en el tacón,&lt;br /&gt;desnudos, pero extraños,&lt;br /&gt;nos vio, roto el engaño&lt;br /&gt;de la noche, la cruda luz del alba.&lt;br /&gt;Era la hora de huir&lt;br /&gt;y se fue, sin decir:&lt;br /&gt;"llámame un día".&lt;br /&gt;Desde el balcón, la vi&lt;br /&gt;perderse, en el trajín&lt;br /&gt;de la Gran Vía.&lt;br /&gt;Y la vida siguió,&lt;br /&gt;como siguen las cosas que no&lt;br /&gt;tienen mucho sentido,&lt;br /&gt;una vez me contó,&lt;br /&gt;un amigo común, que la vio&lt;br /&gt;donde habita el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;La pupila archivó&lt;br /&gt;un semáforo rojo,&lt;br /&gt;una mochila, un peugeot&lt;br /&gt;y aquellos ojos&lt;br /&gt;miopes&lt;br /&gt;y la sangre al galope&lt;br /&gt;por mis venas&lt;br /&gt;y una nube de arena&lt;br /&gt;dentro del corazón&lt;br /&gt;y esta racha de amor&lt;br /&gt;sin apetito.&lt;br /&gt;Los besos que perdí,&lt;br /&gt;por no saber decir:&lt;br /&gt;"te necesito".&lt;br /&gt;Y la vida siguió,&lt;br /&gt;como siguen las cosas que no&lt;br /&gt;tienen mucho sentido,&lt;br /&gt;una vez me contó,&lt;br /&gt;un amigo común, que la vio&lt;br /&gt;donde habita el olvido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3948588786562445962?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3948588786562445962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3948588786562445962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3948588786562445962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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there is no&lt;br /&gt;Modern romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time &lt;br /&gt;Time is gone&lt;br /&gt;It stops, stops who it wants&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;It never lasts&lt;br /&gt;And there is no&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is no&lt;br /&gt;Modern romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time&lt;br /&gt;Time is gone&lt;br /&gt;It never lasts&lt;br /&gt;Stops who it wants&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;It never lasts&lt;br /&gt;This is no&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;Modern romance&lt;br /&gt;There is no modern romance&lt;br /&gt;This is no...modern romance&lt;br /&gt;there is no, there is no....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8899761273464670276?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8899761273464670276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8899761273464670276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8899761273464670276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8899761273464670276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/songs-in-my-head-40.html' title='Songs in my head 40'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6798155796371894891</id><published>2008-03-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:24:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innecesario Repetirlo</title><content type='html'>Me parece correcto quererte así, con&lt;br /&gt;dolor y un poco de amargura. Sentir tu&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo junto al mió y estar ahí por&lt;br /&gt;siempre. Tenerte de lejitos y acercarte&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco. Ver que tus ojos se&lt;br /&gt;encuentren con los míos mientras me&lt;br /&gt;imagino el sabor de tu sudor a media&lt;br /&gt;noche. Que se te corte la respiración&lt;br /&gt;justo antes que nuestras bocas&lt;br /&gt;entreabiertas se conecten. Mezclar el&lt;br /&gt;pasado de los dos para idear el presente&lt;br /&gt;perfecto. La formula adecuada para una&lt;br /&gt;buena velada. Extrañarte cuando no&lt;br /&gt;estés y un poco menos cuando te&lt;br /&gt;encuentres a mi lado. Que tus manos me&lt;br /&gt;rocen el cuerpo entero con esa&lt;br /&gt;delicadeza que solo tú me has enseñado.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo ha transcurrido pero tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;seguimos tal para cual. No saber que&lt;br /&gt;decir y como lo vas a entender me&lt;br /&gt;mantiene a mis pies. Y tus besos sabor a&lt;br /&gt;café se me hicieron una droga necesaria.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos en las misma condiciones de&lt;br /&gt;ayer, ahora y lo que se asemeja a un&lt;br /&gt;siempre. Y tu ya sabes que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;pero es que a mi me encanta hacértelo&lt;br /&gt;saber. Hacer de estos momentos junto a&lt;br /&gt;ti una experiencia inolvidable porque te&lt;br /&gt;pareces tanto a ti en el día que te conocí.&lt;br /&gt;Solo me queda seguir abriendo ese paso&lt;br /&gt;a ver si tu camino alguna ves se termina&lt;br /&gt;de cruzar con el mió. Espero estas&lt;br /&gt;palabras no sepan amargas en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;pero los dos sabemos que esto, esto esta&lt;br /&gt;completamente incompleto. Porque por&lt;br /&gt;ti daría hasta los ojos, todavía me&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo haberlo prometido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6798155796371894891?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6798155796371894891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6798155796371894891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6798155796371894891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6798155796371894891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/innecesario-repetirlo.html' title='Innecesario Repetirlo'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-949210149327128685</id><published>2008-03-01T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:28.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8mI8l8ndEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dJdFVBns6_M/s1600-h/angie1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8mI8l8ndEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dJdFVBns6_M/s200/angie1969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172816221571609666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't work. I'm removing this thing ~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-949210149327128685?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/949210149327128685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=949210149327128685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/949210149327128685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/949210149327128685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8mI8l8ndEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dJdFVBns6_M/s72-c/angie1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1578245694299671916</id><published>2008-02-26T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:01:01.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken</title><content type='html'>This is the series I've been working on for the last two or three weeks. Never did anything together before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;a href="http://angie1969.deviantart.com/art/Painting-Pretty-Portraits-76083455"&gt;Painting Pretty Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;a href="http://angie1969.deviantart.com/art/Hanging-Fairy-Tales-77726008"&gt;Hanging Fairy Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;a href="http://angie1969.deviantart.com/art/Final-Curtain-78506647"&gt;Final Curtain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1578245694299671916?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1578245694299671916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1578245694299671916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1578245694299671916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1578245694299671916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/taken.html' title='Taken'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5456527916843216503</id><published>2008-02-26T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:56:57.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Curtain</title><content type='html'>Today was an honest mistake. Today &lt;br /&gt;was not in the plans of the day. Today &lt;br /&gt;was not meant to come. Today I lost my &lt;br /&gt;cool and you went along with it. Today I &lt;br /&gt;saw the light and it hit me in the head. &lt;br /&gt;Today I gave up. Today I took misery by &lt;br /&gt;the arm and made it company. Today I &lt;br /&gt;let you go far far away. Today I did what &lt;br /&gt;I said I didn’t know how to do. Today I &lt;br /&gt;hold my heart in my hands. Today the &lt;br /&gt;sky fell to the ground. Today I finish &lt;br /&gt;painting my pretty portrait and hanging &lt;br /&gt;my fairy tales. Today I lock the door and &lt;br /&gt;throw away the thought of you. Today I &lt;br /&gt;become someone new. Today I break in &lt;br /&gt;two, the piece you kept and the one I &lt;br /&gt;knew.  Today is the end of many happy &lt;br /&gt;days. Today I separate myself from &lt;br /&gt;fantasy. Today I pack my bags and &lt;br /&gt;move. Today is a week ago. Today &lt;br /&gt;everything stops and turns silent. Today &lt;br /&gt;is what it is. Today is the day everything &lt;br /&gt;turned into nothing. Today is a day I’ll &lt;br /&gt;remember. Today is today. Today is &lt;br /&gt;everyday. Today is the fall of it all. &lt;br /&gt;Today I let go. Today is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5456527916843216503?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5456527916843216503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5456527916843216503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5456527916843216503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5456527916843216503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-curtain.html' title='Final Curtain'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1954692605992988121</id><published>2008-02-24T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:19:21.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had to but right now I wish I never left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYqtrJvh_Yk&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/bYqtrJvh_Yk&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;Beautiful One-Agua De Annique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful One&lt;br /&gt;Your hair shines in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd never left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind intwines our hair&lt;br /&gt;Our words get swept through the air&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face shines in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Our last look before our goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beuatiful One&lt;br /&gt;You shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never left&lt;br /&gt;Before I have said&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sun will come and go&lt;br /&gt;But its beauty will keep its glow&lt;br /&gt;I wish your rays would shine over me&lt;br /&gt;Keep filling me with your beauty&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never left&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1954692605992988121?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1954692605992988121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1954692605992988121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1954692605992988121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1954692605992988121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/songs-in-my-head-39.html' title='songs in my head 39'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6807392719457317490</id><published>2008-02-18T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:12:13.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/11e548b9-634f-4572-8a09-a4d120c694dd&amp;amp;theName=Pagan Poetry - Bjork&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=11e548b9-634f-4572-8a09-a4d120c694dd"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/11e548b9-634f-4572-8a09-a4d120c694dd/Pagan-Poetry---Bjork/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living these moments in a dream of you &lt;br /&gt;sitting next to me can’t last forever when &lt;br /&gt;beneath this jaded illusion is our reality. &lt;br /&gt;I love you to the core and back but can’t &lt;br /&gt;fight for this any longer. How do we say &lt;br /&gt;that what was there is still there but isn’t &lt;br /&gt;enough to go on? Where can I stop time &lt;br /&gt;and stay in our golden days? And every &lt;br /&gt;kiss still sucks me in and leaves me &lt;br /&gt;breathless. Every touch turns my &lt;br /&gt;stomach into nods. But the thought of &lt;br /&gt;you makes me bittersweet. I became us &lt;br /&gt;so much that I left me in the gutter for &lt;br /&gt;dead. So attached to you that I no longer &lt;br /&gt;had a name. My needs defined by your &lt;br /&gt;wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the “Do I just give up and throw it &lt;br /&gt;all away” circles in my head. The &lt;br /&gt;“Nothing last forever” hunts my daily &lt;br /&gt;existence. The thoughts won’t transform &lt;br /&gt;into words followed by actions. And as &lt;br /&gt;we hang by a thread you dangle the &lt;br /&gt;scissors on the rope.  What to do when &lt;br /&gt;all I ever had was you and that doesn’t &lt;br /&gt;exit anymore? “Pick up your luggage &lt;br /&gt;and leave while you still can, that’s what &lt;br /&gt;I would do if I were you.”&lt;br /&gt;Head=Arms=Legs=Move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6807392719457317490?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6807392719457317490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6807392719457317490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6807392719457317490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6807392719457317490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/02/hanging-fairy-tales.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Hanging Fairy Tales&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5236117080904160482</id><published>2008-01-31T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:28.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Pretty Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R6HFbB_ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/LmAUsy3-qis/s1600-h/n561523898_514285_7752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R6HFbB_ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/LmAUsy3-qis/s200/n561523898_514285_7752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161623716124761922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/c29dddf2-31de-4467-b1ab-d88cb057aa56&amp;amp;theName=She wants revenge - Written in Blood&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=c29dddf2-31de-4467-b1ab-d88cb057aa56"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/c29dddf2-31de-4467-b1ab-d88cb057aa56/She-wants-revenge---Written-in-Blood/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy me a pretty portrait of what we &lt;br /&gt;should look like, every body else has. I &lt;br /&gt;revive heading crappy music to &lt;br /&gt;remember other times and other faces. It &lt;br /&gt;wasn’t the person, it was the sex. And &lt;br /&gt;that one wasn’t important but he sure as &lt;br /&gt;hell made me feel that way. I didn’t love &lt;br /&gt;him, just loved being loved. I would give &lt;br /&gt;anything to go back to less meaningful &lt;br /&gt;days. Nothing fills me better then &lt;br /&gt;nothing. Empty from the core makes it &lt;br /&gt;easy to survive. But now if you hurt I &lt;br /&gt;hurt and if you break I break. We &lt;br /&gt;are together for better or for worse. But I &lt;br /&gt;can still manage to hate you after all that &lt;br /&gt;love. I can still need to hurt you when &lt;br /&gt;the day ends. Healthy breaking bones &lt;br /&gt;after supper. Kiss you with my eyes &lt;br /&gt;open and see myself kissing you. Tear &lt;br /&gt;myself apart from us enough to look at &lt;br /&gt;the bigger picture. Then there’s some &lt;br /&gt;talk about the future, shallow words of &lt;br /&gt;marriage, kids and a picket fence. I-love-&lt;br /&gt;you? You-love-me? Things never seem &lt;br /&gt;to go better and then the wall hits you &lt;br /&gt;right in the face. I don’t love you. You &lt;br /&gt;don’t love me. Those movie moments &lt;br /&gt;don’t happen. The sky won’t turn blue &lt;br /&gt;and we won’t go off into the night on a &lt;br /&gt;horse. “Problem is decisions have &lt;br /&gt;already been made and you are on a 1st &lt;br /&gt;class ticket to hell. Sorry but keep your &lt;br /&gt;hands and head in the window at all &lt;br /&gt;times.” I think when you hear these &lt;br /&gt;things its time to leave the building, but &lt;br /&gt;how to get out of this life? I’m stuck to &lt;br /&gt;you and there is no way out of this one. I &lt;br /&gt;say enjoy the ride while it last, even if &lt;br /&gt;eternity kills it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5236117080904160482?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5236117080904160482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5236117080904160482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5236117080904160482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5236117080904160482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2008/01/painting-pretty-portraits.html' title='Painting Pretty Portraits'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R6HFbB_ZH0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/LmAUsy3-qis/s72-c/n561523898_514285_7752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5433964146735041215</id><published>2008-01-21T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:19:23.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in  my head 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who'd want to be men of the people&lt;br /&gt;When there's people like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/dbdfbf31-f93f-45ba-8724-e357772f65ef&amp;amp;theName=Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=dbdfbf31-f93f-45ba-8724-e357772f65ef"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/dbdfbf31-f93f-45ba-8724-e357772f65ef/Arctic-Monkeys---Teddy-Picker/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Picker-Arctic Monkeys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair to the point till they provoke&lt;br /&gt;The punchline before they have told the joke&lt;br /&gt;The sheer desperation to be scene/seen&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the television screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair to the point where they provoke&lt;br /&gt;You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sunshine it doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't in the top 100 list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the thousandth time and it's even bolder,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when you get bent over,&lt;br /&gt;He told ya, that you were gagging for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn't what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;Another variation on a theme&lt;br /&gt;A tangle on the television and the magazine&lt;br /&gt;D'you reckon that they do it for a joke?&lt;br /&gt;D'you reckon that they make 'em take an oath?&lt;br /&gt;That says "we are defenders&lt;br /&gt;Of any poseur or professional pretender around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did your list replace the twist and turn?&lt;br /&gt;Ah the fist, replaced the kissed-on concern&lt;br /&gt;And if you're bothered, I don't want your prayers&lt;br /&gt;Save it for the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the thousandth time and it's even bolder,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when you get bent over,&lt;br /&gt;He told ya, that you were gagging for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker&lt;br /&gt;Not quick enough can I have it quicker?&lt;br /&gt;Already thick and you're getting thicker&lt;br /&gt;Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker&lt;br /&gt;Not quick enough can I have it quicker?&lt;br /&gt;Already thick and you're getting thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuming that all things are equal,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd want to be men of the people&lt;br /&gt;When there's people like you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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38'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-940063411917692708</id><published>2008-01-10T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:28.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs in my head 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've fallen inlove...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R4YbHCK4KqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hBCGBVcXa94/s1600-h/n561523898_514285_7752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R4YbHCK4KqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hBCGBVcXa94/s200/n561523898_514285_7752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153836631227640482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/bdcd7253-0c35-4cf0-a029-6b6e8cd3a9ca&amp;amp;theName=Iceland - Bj&amp;ouml;rk - It's oh so quiet&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=bdcd7253-0c35-4cf0-a029-6b6e8cd3a9ca"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/bdcd7253-0c35-4cf0-a029-6b6e8cd3a9ca/Iceland---Bj%C3%B6rk---Its-oh-so-quiet/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Oh So Quiet-Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's, oh, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's, oh, so still&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Shhh Shhh&lt;br /&gt;And so peaceful until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;The sky up above&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;Is caving in&lt;br /&gt;Wow bam&lt;br /&gt;You've never been so nuts about a guy&lt;br /&gt;You wanna laugh you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;You cross your heart and hope to die&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's over and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's nice and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;But soon again&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;Starts another big riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow a fuse&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;The devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;So what's the use&lt;br /&gt;Wow bam&lt;br /&gt;Of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's, oh, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;It's, oh, so still&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;And so peaceful until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell &lt;br /&gt;Bim bam&lt;br /&gt;You shout and you yell &lt;br /&gt;Hi ho ho&lt;br /&gt;You broke the spell&lt;br /&gt;Gee, this is swell you almost have a fit&lt;br /&gt;This guy is "gorge" and I got hit&lt;br /&gt;There's no mistake this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's over and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;But soon again&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;Starts another big riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow a fuse&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;The devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;Zing boom&lt;br /&gt;So What's the use&lt;br /&gt;Wow bam&lt;br /&gt;Of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky caves in&lt;br /&gt;The devil cuts loose&lt;br /&gt;You blow blow blow blow blow your fuse&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;Ssshhhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/6099348a-99b8-413d-9fae-997f33480a57&amp;amp;theName=Opeth - In My Time Of Need&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=6099348a-99b8-413d-9fae-997f33480a57"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/6099348a-99b8-413d-9fae-997f33480a57/Opeth---In-My-Time-Of-Need/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Time Of Need-Opeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading &lt;br /&gt;I try to forget you as you forgot me &lt;br /&gt;This time there is nothing left for you to take, &lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away &lt;br /&gt;And no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should contemplate this change &lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain &lt;br /&gt;And I should step out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;Turn away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages &lt;br /&gt;Of the rapture born within this loss &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of death inside, Tear me apart from the core of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away &lt;br /&gt;And no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should contemplate this change &lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain &lt;br /&gt;And I should step out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;Turn away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times the &lt;br /&gt;Bark's fading slowly &lt;br /&gt;But it never sustains &lt;br /&gt;Would someone watch over me &lt;br /&gt;In my time of need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is miles and miles away &lt;br /&gt;And no one would ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should contemplate this change &lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain &lt;br /&gt;And I should step out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;Turn away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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36'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3198493329341342356</id><published>2007-12-18T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:43:00.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No me dejes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3c12177d-6b7a-42d1-a0f6-e3441d2ec1ef&amp;amp;theName=Jacques Brel - Ne me quitte pas&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=3c12177d-6b7a-42d1-a0f6-e3441d2ec1ef"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3c12177d-6b7a-42d1-a0f6-e3441d2ec1ef/Jacques-Brel---Ne-me-quitte-pas/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne Me Quitte Pas-Jacques Brel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Il faut oublier&lt;br /&gt;Tout peut s'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Qui s'enfuit deja&lt;br /&gt;Oublier le temps&lt;br /&gt;Des malentendus&lt;br /&gt;Et le temps perdu&lt;br /&gt;A savoir comment&lt;br /&gt;Oublier ces heures&lt;br /&gt;Qui tuaient parfois&lt;br /&gt;A coups de pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Le coeur du bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas    (4 fois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je t'offrirai&lt;br /&gt;Des perles de pluie&lt;br /&gt;Venues de pays&lt;br /&gt;Où il ne pleut pas&lt;br /&gt;Je creuserai la terre&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'apres ma mort&lt;br /&gt;Pour couvrir ton corps&lt;br /&gt;D'or et de lumière&lt;br /&gt;Je ferai un domaine&lt;br /&gt;Où l'amour sera roi&lt;br /&gt;Où l'amour sera loi&lt;br /&gt;Où tu seras reine&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas    (4 fois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Je t'inventerai&lt;br /&gt;Des mots insensés&lt;br /&gt;Que tu comprendras&lt;br /&gt;Je te parlerai&lt;br /&gt;De ces amants là&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont vu deux fois&lt;br /&gt;Leurs coeurs s'embraser&lt;br /&gt;Je te racont'rai&lt;br /&gt;L'histoire de ce roi&lt;br /&gt;Mort de n'avoir pas&lt;br /&gt;Pu te rencontrer&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas    (4 fois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a vu souvent&lt;br /&gt;Rejaillir le feu&lt;br /&gt;De l'ancien volcan&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on croyait trop vieux&lt;br /&gt;Il est paraît-il&lt;br /&gt;Des terres brûlées&lt;br /&gt;Donnant plus de blé&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un meilleur avril&lt;br /&gt;Et quand vient le soir&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu'un ciel flamboie&lt;br /&gt;Le rouge et le noir&lt;br /&gt;Ne s'épousent-ils pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas    (4 fois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus pleurer&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus parler&lt;br /&gt;Je me cacherai là&lt;br /&gt;À te regarder&lt;br /&gt;Danser et sourire&lt;br /&gt;Et à t'écouter&lt;br /&gt;Chanter et puis rire&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-moi devenir&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton ombre&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ta main&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas    (4 fois)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3198493329341342356?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3198493329341342356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3198493329341342356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3198493329341342356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3198493329341342356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs-in-my-head-35.html' title='songs in my head 35'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5028491928899641574</id><published>2007-12-13T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:36:38.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 34</title><content type='html'>Haven't cheaten and not planning to. This is just another one of those songs in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/d1d95bdc-8f24-4a99-98b4-2140fb0eefd6&amp;amp;theName=Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=d1d95bdc-8f24-4a99-98b4-2140fb0eefd6"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/d1d95bdc-8f24-4a99-98b4-2140fb0eefd6/Amy-Winehouse---You-Know-Im-No-Good/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm No Good-Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,&lt;br /&gt;You say "What did you do with him today?",&lt;br /&gt;And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my fella my guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hand me your Stella and fly,&lt;br /&gt;By the time I'm out the door,&lt;br /&gt;You tear men down like Roger Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would,&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was trouble,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in bed with my ex boy,&lt;br /&gt;He's in a place but I can't get joy,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on you in the final throes,&lt;br /&gt;This is when my buzzer goes,&lt;br /&gt;Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,&lt;br /&gt;You say, "when we're married",&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're not bitter,&lt;br /&gt;"There'll be none of him no more,"&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would,&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was trouble,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain,&lt;br /&gt;We're like how we were again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the tub, you on the seat,&lt;br /&gt;Lick your lips as I soap my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Then you notice likkle carpet burn,&lt;br /&gt;My stomach drops and my guts churn,&lt;br /&gt;You shrug and it's the worst,&lt;br /&gt;Who truly stuck the knife in first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would,&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was trouble,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5028491928899641574?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5028491928899641574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5028491928899641574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5028491928899641574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5028491928899641574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs-in-my-head-34.html' title='songs in my head 34'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-809780194354961149</id><published>2007-12-12T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:31.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the only memories I really have from the party are the ones in the pictures my baby took. Had a blast and a huge headache the next day, I definately remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaimico and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YEx2zLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-q5Aa_InJjY/s1600-h/32as3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YEx2zLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-q5Aa_InJjY/s320/32as3f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143066876094656114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pic of my baby and I but some one got in the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YNR2zLoI/AAAAAAAAACY/arm3iXIACCs/s1600-h/dfg1a3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YNR2zLoI/AAAAAAAAACY/arm3iXIACCs/s320/dfg1a3g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067022123544194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got in Herbs pic! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YbB2zLpI/AAAAAAAAACg/NTOTZdOvicI/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,4422313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YbB2zLpI/AAAAAAAAACg/NTOTZdOvicI/s320/of%3D50,590,4422313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067258346745490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture. Jaimico took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_buh2zL4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qa7WDhUaVu4/s1600-h/effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_buh2zL4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qa7WDhUaVu4/s320/effect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070891889078146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La china from far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Y1B2zLqI/AAAAAAAAACo/SymTeDmK5w8/s1600-h/china+ida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Y1B2zLqI/AAAAAAAAACo/SymTeDmK5w8/s320/china+ida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067705023344290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La china gone XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Y8B2zLrI/AAAAAAAAACw/bGliVZMZxF8/s1600-h/5656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Y8B2zLrI/AAAAAAAAACw/bGliVZMZxF8/s320/5656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067825282428594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZGB2zLsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-O4s-k4ivrQ/s1600-h/kirk+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZGB2zLsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-O4s-k4ivrQ/s320/kirk+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067997081120450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZSh2zLtI/AAAAAAAAADA/XRZDbkHQemg/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442asda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZSh2zLtI/AAAAAAAAADA/XRZDbkHQemg/s320/of%3D50,590,442asda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143068211829485266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homegirl and his girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZfB2zLuI/AAAAAAAAADI/yRFlTw5XeB0/s1600-h/homegirl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_ZfB2zLuI/AAAAAAAAADI/yRFlTw5XeB0/s320/homegirl3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143068426577850082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say drunk strangers XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Zzh2zLvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LudP7Anh5oU/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Zzh2zLvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LudP7Anh5oU/s320/of%3D50,590,442asd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143068778765168370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Z_x2zLwI/AAAAAAAAADY/qbiRO55LWcw/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_Z_x2zLwI/AAAAAAAAADY/qbiRO55LWcw/s320/team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143068989218565890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_aGB2zLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/9rIdDY0c7VA/s1600-h/party1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_aGB2zLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/9rIdDY0c7VA/s320/party1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069096592748306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_aMx2zLyI/AAAAAAAAADo/aYMxoUdnFWY/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_aMx2zLyI/AAAAAAAAADo/aYMxoUdnFWY/s320/party2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069212556865314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_atR2zLzI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P7j33DdB54/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_atR2zLzI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P7j33DdB54/s320/bruce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069770902613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_bOB2zL2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zPURg0qHRVs/s1600-h/baldies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_bOB2zL2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zPURg0qHRVs/s320/baldies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070333543329634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_a2B2zL0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/O-ujlFO8E18/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,44254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_a2B2zL0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/O-ujlFO8E18/s320/of%3D50,590,44254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143069921226469186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the end of the night gone in another world, on filed with lots and lots of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_baB2zL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VnXRlDNGL1Y/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,44153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_baB2zL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VnXRlDNGL1Y/s320/of%3D50,590,44153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070539701759858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_bCB2zL1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/85uM5Or5DMU/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,4422165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_bCB2zL1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/85uM5Or5DMU/s320/of%3D50,332,4422165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143070127384899410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the pics my baby decided to post are in his snapfish album &lt;a href="http://www2.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=209789698/a=87710597_37442817/t_=87710597;jsessionid=C3E3384464402F861E65929AD2857978"&gt;SYKES PARTY 07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-809780194354961149?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/809780194354961149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=809780194354961149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/809780194354961149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/809780194354961149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-only-memories-i-really-have-from.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R1_YEx2zLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-q5Aa_InJjY/s72-c/32as3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2934024549194165626</id><published>2007-12-07T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:15:23.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;His eyes aren't blue but he can still break my heart in a way no one else has ever done it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/599ad912-8187-45c0-a753-3da3ccb04849&amp;amp;theName=Marilyn Manson Heart-Shaped Glasses&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=599ad912-8187-45c0-a753-3da3ccb04849"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/599ad912-8187-45c0-a753-3da3ccb04849/Marilyn-Manson-Heart-Shaped-Glasses/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-Shaped Glasses-Marilyn Manson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of the one in school,&lt;br /&gt;when I was gutted she was dressed in white.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t take my eyes off her,&lt;br /&gt;but that’s not what I took off that night,.&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never cover up what we did with her dress.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;She said “kiss me it’ll heal,&lt;br /&gt;but it won’t forget”.&lt;br /&gt;“Kiss me it’ll heal,&lt;br /&gt;but it won’t forget”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind you keeping me on pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;If I could stick to you,&lt;br /&gt;and you could stick me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Making me low.&lt;br /&gt;That blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Making me low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of the one I knew that cut up the negatives of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take my hands off her,&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn’t let me be anywhere but inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind you keeping me on pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;If I could stick to you,&lt;br /&gt;and you could stick me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Making me low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never cover up what we do with the dress.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;She said “kiss me it’ll heal,&lt;br /&gt;but it won’t forget”.&lt;br /&gt;“Kiss me it’ll heal,&lt;br /&gt;but it won’t forget”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind you keeping me on pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;If I could stick to you,&lt;br /&gt;and you could stick me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I won’t break your heart shaped glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Little girl,&lt;br /&gt;little girl you should close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that blue is getting me high.&lt;br /&gt;Making me low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2934024549194165626?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2934024549194165626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2934024549194165626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2934024549194165626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2934024549194165626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs-in-my-head-33.html' title='songs in my head 33'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6639212133763050980</id><published>2007-12-06T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:43:53.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's not where I am but it's what i like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/10609aca-7b58-4588-8bf5-1f403ea8dea3&amp;amp;theName=Cafe Tacuba - Amores Perros&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=10609aca-7b58-4588-8bf5-1f403ea8dea3"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/10609aca-7b58-4588-8bf5-1f403ea8dea3/Cafe-Tacuba---Amores-Perros/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviéntame-CafeTacuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame y muérdeme&lt;br /&gt;Llévate contigo mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;Aviéntame y déjame&lt;br /&gt;Mientras yo contemplo tu partida&lt;br /&gt;En la espera de que vuelvas y tal vez &lt;br /&gt;vuelvas por mi, &lt;br /&gt;y ya te vas que me dirás, &lt;br /&gt;dirás, qué poco sabes tu decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despídete, ya no estarás &lt;br /&gt;Al menos ten conmigo esa bondad&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañaré, no mentiré &lt;br /&gt;me duele que no estés y tú te vas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amárrame y muérdeme&lt;br /&gt;Llévate contigo mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;Murmúrame y ládrame&lt;br /&gt;Grita hasta que ya no escuche nada&lt;br /&gt;Sólo ve cómo me quedo aquí esperando &lt;br /&gt;a que no estés &lt;br /&gt;En la espera de que vuelvas y tal vez vuelvas por mi&lt;br /&gt;En la espera de que vuelvas y tal vez vuelvas por mi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6639212133763050980?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6639212133763050980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6639212133763050980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6639212133763050980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6639212133763050980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/songs-in-my-head-32.html' title='songs in my head 32'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5241976071246250570</id><published>2007-11-30T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T04:19:22.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm very happy today. It's friday and I've had a terrible week but my boyfriend has been next to me all these days to give me moments of joy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/95de12d6-508e-4920-94f5-a0d98877a926&amp;amp;theName=Rooney - I'm A Terrible Person&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=95de12d6-508e-4920-94f5-a0d98877a926"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/95de12d6-508e-4920-94f5-a0d98877a926/Rooney---Im-A-Terrible-Person/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Terrible Person-Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible person&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've led her on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;What I've done to her&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm much smarter now&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell her friends before her&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible person&lt;br /&gt;I read her diary&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to be trusted&lt;br /&gt;I told all of her secrets&lt;br /&gt;To all the guys in town&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh and slap me five, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she doesn't have dirt on me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the cleanest guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I'll ever be sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely&lt;br /&gt;'Cause having her around wasn't all that special&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely&lt;br /&gt;'Cause having her around wasn't all that special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5241976071246250570?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5241976071246250570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5241976071246250570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5241976071246250570'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wanna fucking tear you apart XD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3d9ef898-1566-4cfd-9728-502a85c3e5db&amp;amp;theName=she wants revenge - Tear You Apart&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=3d9ef898-1566-4cfd-9728-502a85c3e5db"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3d9ef898-1566-4cfd-9728-502a85c3e5db/she-wants-revenge---Tear-You-Apart/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear You Apart-She wants revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right &lt;br /&gt;At the right place and right time, maybe tonight &lt;br /&gt;And the whisper or handshake sending a sign &lt;br /&gt;Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, in passing, mentioned it flip to her &lt;br /&gt;best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped &lt;br /&gt;but the slip turns to terror and the crush to like &lt;br /&gt;when she walked in he froze up, leaves it to fright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak &lt;br /&gt;And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak &lt;br /&gt;An escape is just a nod and a casual wave &lt;br /&gt;Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only just a crush, it'll go away &lt;br /&gt;It's just like all the others it'll go away &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know &lt;br /&gt;You pray it all away but it continues to grow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Skin pressed against me tight &lt;br /&gt;Lie still, and close your eyes girl &lt;br /&gt;So lovely, it feels so right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart &lt;br /&gt;As I whisper in your ear &lt;br /&gt;I want to fucking tear you apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd passed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance &lt;br /&gt;Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there &lt;br /&gt;Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do &lt;br /&gt;Cause theres always repercussions when you're dating in school &lt;br /&gt;But their lips met, and reservations started to pass &lt;br /&gt;Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way he wanted her and this was bad &lt;br /&gt;wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy &lt;br /&gt;Now a little crush turned into a like &lt;br /&gt;And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Skin pressed against me tight &lt;br /&gt;Lie still, and close your eyes girl &lt;br /&gt;So lovely, it feels so right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart &lt;br /&gt;As I whisper in your ear &lt;br /&gt;I want to fucking tear you apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart &lt;br /&gt;As I whisper in your ear &lt;br /&gt;I want to fucking tear you apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart &lt;br /&gt;As I whisper in your ear &lt;br /&gt;I want to fucking tear you apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4205231661063886993?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8183120481414728006</id><published>2007-11-08T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:56:07.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2+2 will always = 5 in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/36ebb92f-3bd4-433f-a279-df94a02ce4db&amp;amp;theName=radiohead - 2+2=5&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=36ebb92f-3bd4-433f-a279-df94a02ce4db"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/36ebb92f-3bd4-433f-a279-df94a02ce4db/radiohead---2+2=5/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+2=5-Radiohead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you such a dreamer &lt;br /&gt;To put the world to rights? &lt;br /&gt;I'll stay home for ever &lt;br /&gt;Where 2 and 2, &lt;br /&gt;always makes a 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay &lt;br /&gt;down the tracks &lt;br /&gt;sandbagging high &lt;br /&gt;January has April showers &lt;br /&gt;And 2 and 2 always makes a 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Devil's way now &lt;br /&gt;There is no way out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scream and you can shout &lt;br /&gt;But it's too late now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, &lt;br /&gt;You're not there &lt;br /&gt;paying attention &lt;br /&gt;paying attention &lt;br /&gt;paying attention &lt;br /&gt;paying attention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I needed it, &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I needed it &lt;br /&gt;I needed attention &lt;br /&gt;I needed attention &lt;br /&gt;I needed attention &lt;br /&gt;I needed attention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Yeah I love it, &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;payin attention &lt;br /&gt;paying a-ttention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to sing along but the music's all wrong &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm not &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm not &lt;br /&gt;I swallow my pride but ???? &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;All hail to the thief &lt;br /&gt;All hail to the thief &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;br /&gt;Don't question my authority, or put me in the box &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm not &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm not &lt;br /&gt;Go and tell the King that the sky is falling in &lt;br /&gt;But it's not &lt;br /&gt;But it's not &lt;br /&gt;But it's not &lt;br /&gt;Maybe not &lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8183120481414728006?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8183120481414728006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8183120481414728006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8183120481414728006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8183120481414728006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/11/songs-in-my-head-29.html' title='songs in my head 29'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3318859302368443910</id><published>2007-10-10T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:02:21.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A life all mine is what I choose... I just want to be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/0f8ba084-0fac-42ee-a336-33e1e4edb3c7&amp;amp;theName=A Life All Mine-Gathering&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=0f8ba084-0fac-42ee-a336-33e1e4edb3c7"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/0f8ba084-0fac-42ee-a336-33e1e4edb3c7/A-Life-All-Mine-Gathering/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Life All Mine-Gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razor sharp I cut &lt;br /&gt;The bull from my life &lt;br /&gt;Too blunt your knife &lt;br /&gt;To slay this dreamer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be dogs astray &lt;br /&gt;No running line will hold us &lt;br /&gt;So rather kick and kill me &lt;br /&gt;I'll be butchered all the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words are spoken &lt;br /&gt;But the world is broken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want something &lt;br /&gt;Something all wrong done &lt;br /&gt;A life instead of mere living &lt;br /&gt;Folding crumbling withering oh hell &lt;br /&gt;What difference when working the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown of my work &lt;br /&gt;Is what I shall gain &lt;br /&gt;At the end of my days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight awake to a puppet world &lt;br /&gt;No strings attach to this body of mine &lt;br /&gt;Folding crumbling withering oh well &lt;br /&gt;The punished pushed along the line &lt;br /&gt;All my actions, all my moves &lt;br /&gt;A life all mine to lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown of my work &lt;br /&gt;A life all mine to lose &lt;br /&gt;A life all mine &lt;br /&gt;Is what I choose &lt;br /&gt;At the end of my days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3318859302368443910?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3318859302368443910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3318859302368443910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3318859302368443910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3318859302368443910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/10/songs-in-my-head-28.html' title='songs in my head 28'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3724167181810865750</id><published>2007-10-06T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:39:57.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i give you my everything... to bad all i have is dirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/6f2b98fe-1381-4c86-b667-c68e09803e67&amp;amp;theName=Nine Inch Nails - Hurt&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=6f2b98fe-1381-4c86-b667-c68e09803e67"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/6f2b98fe-1381-4c86-b667-c68e09803e67/Nine-Inch-Nails---Hurt/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt-Nine Inch Nails &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;To see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt;The needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;The old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;I try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;But I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all&lt;br /&gt;My empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit&lt;br /&gt;Upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;Full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;The feelings disappear&lt;br /&gt;You are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all&lt;br /&gt;My empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;If I could start again&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3724167181810865750?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3724167181810865750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3724167181810865750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3724167181810865750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3724167181810865750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/10/songs-in-my-head-27.html' title='songs in my head 27'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-7219605320108881150</id><published>2007-10-06T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:11:21.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugliness in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/a7b5fce9-b326-477c-9733-f1721e6f4b1e&amp;amp;theName=Switchblade Symphony - Wicked&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=a7b5fce9-b326-477c-9733-f1721e6f4b1e"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/a7b5fce9-b326-477c-9733-f1721e6f4b1e/Switchblade-Symphony---Wicked/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from this stolen silence. I sacrifice my only joy to please you. I'm trying to swim in deep waters but can't stop this drowning. An empty kiss that circles my thoughts and doesn't let me breath. You mean everything to me in this the last of all hours. When the moment comes I want to be surrounded by your arms. Because the never ending pain comes from the inside devouring everything as it looks for a way out. The pins and needles in my head move at a rapid and hurtful pace. Just wishing in secret for the end of us is how i pass my days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the daily life i live. This is nothing more then a sad story with the same boy and that same girl you once knew. This is a repetition of the bad time cause the good ones never made it. This is an image of what was once thought but never mattered.This is hands tied, on your knees and begging please. This is human nature at it's finest moment right before the crucifixion. This is pure and vile and straight to the core. This is the sleeping beast ready for disaster. This is pain and misery in love. This is chaos procreating. This is motion and commotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we pay for some one's sins. Tragic tale of two who never could become that desired one. I stand looking towards the edge where we fell, looking for remains. Remember how I was screaming out loud as we went down? Symphony that was composed for us and us alone. I have been known as wicked and evil but all you see is sweet. We are more then just meant to be which is why we must part ways before it all falls down on us. I want to move with your flow and slowly go towards the exit. I want to be touched under the apple tree but not necessarily by you. Why not just leave it as it is, a beautiful idea that never took place, before the ugly takes it's course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-7219605320108881150?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7219605320108881150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=7219605320108881150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7219605320108881150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7219605320108881150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugliness-in-me.html' title='The Ugliness in Me'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6045568248916314916</id><published>2007-10-05T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T07:08:26.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So you mean everything to me.... But that doesn't mean anything to you sometimes... So I'll keep this as my story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/1b8919ed-e074-4d50-85f8-164c8b09063f&amp;amp;theName=Muse-Uno&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=1b8919ed-e074-4d50-85f8-164c8b09063f"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/1b8919ed-e074-4d50-85f8-164c8b09063f/Muse-Uno/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And it means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;That you blew this away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;If you only found the time&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;If you'd had the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And this is nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what you've done&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give you a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only had the chance&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;If you'd had the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been number one&lt;br /&gt;And you could have ruled the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And we could have had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But you blew it away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6045568248916314916?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6045568248916314916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6045568248916314916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6045568248916314916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6045568248916314916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/10/songs-in-my-head-26.html' title='songs in my head 26'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1265417741441450061</id><published>2007-09-29T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:15:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i love this song! i love hellsing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/30a06128-07d2-4e27-9865-58f26af7002a&amp;amp;theName=Hellsing - Shine&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=30a06128-07d2-4e27-9865-58f26af7002a"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/30a06128-07d2-4e27-9865-58f26af7002a/Hellsing---Shine/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine-Mr.Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really feel quite right&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, all I know is there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, you seem so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you do it, walk me through it&lt;br /&gt;I'm following every footstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say a lot of things sometimes that don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;And I act like I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I guess a reaction is all I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked through me, you really knew me like no one has EVER looked before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, girl you got something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINE (shine it on to me)&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me (I wanna feel it)&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me (just show me something)&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out (you give me something that I never&lt;br /&gt;know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine (it gonna kill me if you give something away)&lt;br /&gt;Shine yeaaah (I wanna know what's going in on your mind)&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1265417741441450061?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1265417741441450061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1265417741441450061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1265417741441450061'/><link rel='self' 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cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/f4bbe773-5fc8-456c-96bb-3006a07915cf&amp;amp;theName=Enrique Bunbury - S&amp;aacute;came de aqu&amp;iacute;&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=f4bbe773-5fc8-456c-96bb-3006a07915cf"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/f4bbe773-5fc8-456c-96bb-3006a07915cf/Enrique-Bunbury---S%C3%A1came-de-aqu%C3%AD/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí-Enrique Bunbury  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo&lt;br /&gt;O todo el mundo está loco&lt;br /&gt;O Dios es sordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que si continuas&lt;br /&gt;a algún lugar llegarás&lt;br /&gt;Debe de hacer falta&lt;br /&gt;bastante caminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy mala hierba,&lt;br /&gt;sólo hierba en mal lugar&lt;br /&gt;cabeza de calabaza&lt;br /&gt;en martes de carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo un momento en que pudimos&lt;br /&gt;decir que no, que lo sentimos&lt;br /&gt;nos debimos confundir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribiremos nuevas reglas&lt;br /&gt;esta es la primera de ellas&lt;br /&gt;está prohibido prohibir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo&lt;br /&gt;O todo el mundo está loco&lt;br /&gt;O Dios es sordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo qué nos pasa a todos&lt;br /&gt;hemos perdido la razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos equivocado&lt;br /&gt;teniendo toda la razón&lt;br /&gt;aún podemos ser libres&lt;br /&gt;dentro de una canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo un momento en que pudimos&lt;br /&gt;decir que no, que lo sentimos&lt;br /&gt;nos debimos confundir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribiremos nuevas reglas&lt;br /&gt;esta es la primera de ellas&lt;br /&gt;está prohibido prohibir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo&lt;br /&gt;O todo el mundo está loco&lt;br /&gt;O Dios es sordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácame de aquí&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo qué nos pasa a todos&lt;br /&gt;hemos perdido la razón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Sácame de aquí!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1061740658402491679?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1061740658402491679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1061740658402491679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1061740658402491679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1061740658402491679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/09/songs-in-my-head-24.html' title='songs in my head 24'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8922258784904481077</id><published>2007-09-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:12:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll do it on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/da885ad9-ffdf-43c3-9d2d-873373eae42f&amp;amp;theName=MUSE - Muscle Museum&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=da885ad9-ffdf-43c3-9d2d-873373eae42f"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/da885ad9-ffdf-43c3-9d2d-873373eae42f/MUSE---Muscle-Museum/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com/socialdna/?source=player"&gt;eSnips Social DNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscle Museum-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had something to confess to, &lt;br /&gt;But you don't have the time so look the other way &lt;br /&gt;You will wait until it's over: &lt;br /&gt;To reveal what you'd never shown her &lt;br /&gt;Too little much too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too long tryin' to resist it &lt;br /&gt;You've just gone and missed it &lt;br /&gt;It's escaped your world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I have needed &lt;br /&gt;Begging for so much more than you could ever give &lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to adore me &lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to ignore me &lt;br /&gt;When it pleases you yeah &lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played in every toilet but &lt;br /&gt;You still want to spoil it &lt;br /&gt;To prove I've made a big mistake &lt;br /&gt;Too long tryin' to resist it &lt;br /&gt;You've just gone and missed it &lt;br /&gt;It's escaped your world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I have needed &lt;br /&gt;Begging for so much more &lt;br /&gt;Than you could ever give &lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to adore me &lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to ignore me &lt;br /&gt;When it pleases you yeah &lt;br /&gt;I'll do it on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it on my own &lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it all by myself &lt;br /&gt;You will never make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8922258784904481077?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8922258784904481077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8922258784904481077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8922258784904481077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8922258784904481077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/09/songs-in-my-head-23.html' title='songs in my head 23'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-7311682886376188487</id><published>2007-09-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T06:44:03.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i want to cry rite now... but i'm at work and that would not look good.. damn the world for wanting to look good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/8b57da9f-71b9-4af2-bb56-1a3d7bffd6a1&amp;amp;theName=Interpol - Obstacle 1&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=8b57da9f-71b9-4af2-bb56-1a3d7bffd6a1"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/8b57da9f-71b9-4af2-bb56-1a3d7bffd6a1/Interpol---Obstacle-1/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com/socialdna/?source=player"&gt;eSnips Social DNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle 1-Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips&lt;br /&gt;we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm &lt;br /&gt;we can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change &lt;br /&gt;well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad&lt;br /&gt;she can read she can read she can read she's bad&lt;br /&gt;oh she's bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it’s different now&lt;br /&gt;that I’m poor and ageing&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never see this face again&lt;br /&gt;you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm &lt;br /&gt;we could top the old times play making that nothing else will change &lt;br /&gt;but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad &lt;br /&gt;she can read she can read she can read she's bad &lt;br /&gt;oh she's bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's different now that I’m poor and ageing&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never see this place again&lt;br /&gt;you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck &lt;br /&gt;but it's different now that I’m poor and ageing&lt;br /&gt;you'll never see this place again&lt;br /&gt;you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in the way that she poses &lt;br /&gt;it's in the things that she puts in my hair *&lt;br /&gt;her stories are boring and stuff &lt;br /&gt;she’s always calling my bluff &lt;br /&gt;she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart &lt;br /&gt;and she gets in my room and she takes it apart &lt;br /&gt;she puts the weights into my little heart &lt;br /&gt;I say she puts the weight into my little heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she passed away *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s in the way that she was &lt;br /&gt;heaven is never enough&lt;br /&gt;she puts the weights in my heart&lt;br /&gt;she puts the she puts the weight into my little heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-7311682886376188487?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7311682886376188487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8041882694625112896</id><published>2007-09-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:31:35.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;shhhh.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" 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style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/39c58b9c-3abf-499c-84d7-ea3b78f0eb2d/Muse-Endlessly/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of me you'll never know &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll never show &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll give you everything &lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down &lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling &lt;br /&gt;If the moment ever comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's plain to see it's trying to speak &lt;br /&gt;Cherished dreams forever asleep &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll give you everything &lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down &lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling &lt;br /&gt;If the moment ever comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly, I'll give you everything &lt;br /&gt;But I won't give you up &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down &lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave you falling &lt;br /&gt;But the moment never comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8041882694625112896?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8041882694625112896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8041882694625112896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8041882694625112896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8041882694625112896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/09/songs-in-my-head-21.html' title='songs in my head 21'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8050994004127922061</id><published>2007-09-01T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:32:20.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/5110f561-15fb-4f3a-aa88-971a87d6282c&amp;amp;theName=Evanescence  - Like You&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=5110f561-15fb-4f3a-aa88-971a87d6282c"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/5110f561-15fb-4f3a-aa88-971a87d6282c"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/5110f561-15fb-4f3a-aa88-971a87d6282c/Evanescence----Like-You/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the cold all the way to my bones and no matter how much cloth i cover myself with the cold is still there. The cold comes from me and for me. The cold covers me and keeps me company. The weakness and lack of sleep make me see the demons in me. You are the demon in me... &lt;br /&gt;To open my arms and fly would be too little still. To jump and free myself from life is not enough to carry on. She is everything to me and without her I am nothing. To break from her cycle and be removed from her eyes is my darkest fear. I feel impotent next to her. When she turns to me nothing else exist. Show me compassion, wisdom and creativity. Show me hope, love and happiness. She is perfection in the making. Her porcelain skin is a map of scars the years have granted her. The hair that falls down her back is grace to me. I offer her bruises as wide as her horizons, and cuts as deep as her brown eyes. I offer her sacrifice and pain, my sacrifice and my pain. I give her my heart and she plays catch with it. I give her my thoughts and she flips the channel. She keeps distance but caresses me with her gaze. Her warmth covers this broken soul and sweeps me off my feet. She brings me to this miserable existence and makes me feel. To give into her is tragedy. She is God in flesh and bones. A believe all on her own. I inhale only for her. And I'm not able to find inspiration in solitude. I'm not able to live peacefully in this silence. Sleepless without her by my side. Dreamless in this the darkest of all nights. All I do is wish she'd be near me. She belongs with me. Bleeding out my demons. Crying all my fears. I lost myself at some point of the story. And she brings me that good company misery loves so much....  &lt;br /&gt;But you look so blurry and fading out. I'll slave in this life for you, just love me like I love you. Give me what ever part you want, just keep me by your side. Pin me to the wall and keep me still. Hold me down and bring me up with you. Take me to where you reside, where your thoughts begin. Carry me to your eternal freedom, not even this death can keep me from you.  Without you nothing is real. Without you is without life. Take me in. Make me yours. I belong to you. Just take me in, just make me yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something i've been working on lately. i'm finaly trying to go back into my old rutine going to the coffee cup every friday for an hr or so and drinking coffee, eating cake and just having that me time i hate and love so much. i think it's pretty good work... took like a week or two to write it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8050994004127922061?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8050994004127922061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8050994004127922061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/983136b8-cc4a-4fdf-b477-803773af3eda&amp;amp;theName=Bleeding Through - Love Lost In A Hail Of Gunfire&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=983136b8-cc4a-4fdf-b477-803773af3eda"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/983136b8-cc4a-4fdf-b477-803773af3eda"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/983136b8-cc4a-4fdf-b477-803773af3eda/Bleeding-Through---Love-Lost-In-A-Hail-Of-Gunfire/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lost In A Hail Of Gunfire-Bleeding Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fucking bomb&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;There was a firefight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the fucking disease&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another memory&lt;br /&gt;But I have fucking failed&lt;br /&gt;I turned another lie into the work of a saint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the cure?&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of souls&lt;br /&gt;With the look of horror on their face&lt;br /&gt;Now I rise from my knees&lt;br /&gt;I will not live in misery&lt;br /&gt;You won't take me&lt;br /&gt;You won't take me&lt;br /&gt;Now it's me&lt;br /&gt;Now it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is a bitter taste of a life that was once so promising&lt;br /&gt;Rather cut at the wrist than laugh about your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Sickness still fills the air&lt;br /&gt;Another life that you wish you could fake&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes will cut through me, but it's a risk, that I must fucking take&lt;br /&gt;I must take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the cure?&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of souls&lt;br /&gt;With the look of horror on their face&lt;br /&gt;Now I rise from my knees&lt;br /&gt;I will not live in misery&lt;br /&gt;You won't take me&lt;br /&gt;You will not destroy me&lt;br /&gt;You cannot destroy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll fight you with every ounce of strength I have left&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll seal it with a bullet and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;So look at your fucking horror&lt;br /&gt;Horror&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;Show me your true face&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;Show me your true face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you, so save me&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you, so save me, for the sake to give it away&lt;br /&gt;Still beats (Still beats)&lt;br /&gt;Still beats (Still beats)&lt;br /&gt;Still beats inside of me&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you, so save me&lt;br /&gt;And my heart still beats&lt;br /&gt;And my heart still beats&lt;br /&gt;My heart still beats, so save me&lt;br /&gt;My heart still beats&lt;div 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20'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-4252720761583787416</id><published>2007-08-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:34.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why hello</title><content type='html'>so i've been working on a few things lately but nothing done yet.. have a bunch of pics of my best girl ever but me and pics rn't good.. my hands shake and the pics come out all moved and stuff... very funny stuff.. i want to get into photography but i'm useless for those things.. i think i'll stick to writing... anyways... today is my short day and i have nothing to do so for the 1st time ever i have decided to post a bunch of pics!!!! yes i am really bored.. and i also made some pics b &amp; w before posting.. i love b &amp; w. hope ya likes ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7oSPXD4lI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vs2UBs_C5s8/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII014_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7oSPXD4lI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vs2UBs_C5s8/s320/AngieAddyPartII014_phixr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102270827915895378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sharing a special moment with my friend mr. coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7ob_XD4mI/AAAAAAAAABI/KH1j9OvpwRI/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7ob_XD4mI/AAAAAAAAABI/KH1j9OvpwRI/s320/AngieAddyPartII037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102270995419619938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7o5fXD4oI/AAAAAAAAABY/4JEILRo_26I/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7o5fXD4oI/AAAAAAAAABY/4JEILRo_26I/s320/AngieAddyPartII033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102271502225760898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she looks really cute here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7pXvXD4pI/AAAAAAAAABg/tQk5JtnSzb8/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7pXvXD4pI/AAAAAAAAABg/tQk5JtnSzb8/s320/AngieAddyPartII038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102272021916803730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7p8vXD4qI/AAAAAAAAABo/DA8DXg8lFls/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7p8vXD4qI/AAAAAAAAABo/DA8DXg8lFls/s320/AngieAddyPartII101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102272657571963554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addy "posing" for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qEfXD4rI/AAAAAAAAABw/fTbDo58EA9U/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII129_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qEfXD4rI/AAAAAAAAABw/fTbDo58EA9U/s320/AngieAddyPartII129_phixr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102272790715949746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i migth have fired her.. but she wasn't getting paid anyways... like this one thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qMfXD4sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KHcRq-mOKFw/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII136_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qMfXD4sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KHcRq-mOKFw/s320/AngieAddyPartII136_phixr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102272928154903234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav from all the pics of that day ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qWPXD4tI/AAAAAAAAACA/sOH_RxzkyjU/s1600-h/AngieAddyPartII133_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7qWPXD4tI/AAAAAAAAACA/sOH_RxzkyjU/s320/AngieAddyPartII133_phixr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102273095658627794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4252720761583787416?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4252720761583787416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=4252720761583787416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4252720761583787416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4252720761583787416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-hello.html' title='why hello'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rs7oSPXD4lI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vs2UBs_C5s8/s72-c/AngieAddyPartII014_phixr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8334836955004730435</id><published>2007-08-23T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:37:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 19</title><content type='html'>was looking for one thing.. and well.. ran across this cookie XD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7e80241b-b726-49b4-a3c7-6a04f498f532&amp;amp;theName=06 - You Don't Care About Us&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=7e80241b-b726-49b4-a3c7-6a04f498f532"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/7e80241b-b726-49b4-a3c7-6a04f498f532"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/7e80241b-b726-49b4-a3c7-6a04f498f532/06---You-Dont-Care-About-Us/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Care About Us-Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;Another memory is scarred&lt;br /&gt;If it's a bad case, then you accelerate,&lt;br /&gt;you're in the getaway... car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.&lt;br /&gt;Another memory... scarred.&lt;br /&gt;You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,&lt;br /&gt;you're in the getaway... car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us... oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your age, It's my rage.&lt;br /&gt;It's your age, It's my rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too complicated, we should separate it.&lt;br /&gt;You're just confiscating, you're exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;This degeneration, mental masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;Because..&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us...&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us...&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us...&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your age, It's my rage.&lt;br /&gt;It's your age, It's my rage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8334836955004730435?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8334836955004730435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8334836955004730435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8334836955004730435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8334836955004730435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-in-my-head-19.html' title='songs in my head 19'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-980688691991168557</id><published>2007-08-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:56:00.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting for nothing</title><content type='html'>i wrote this in may but i've been thinking alot about it lately.... i have it in my blog with a song and a pic of addy that i love... &lt;a href="http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/still.html"&gt;still&lt;/a&gt;... but i want to take it all back.. or at least i think and feel i do but i know i don't... i wrote this when i sent one of my closest friends straight to helll... i'm submitting it again cause i have nothing else to do i guess... i have been doing alot of thinking lately. i have been giving myself excuses and making up stories in my mind... i've even been reading my horoscope... in need of believing in something... in need of being girly and hurt... and feeling... in need of feeling loved and wanted and great... but it doesn't seem to happen to me... jaimico left yesterday to new york for 3 weeks and all he sent me was a text to my cel saying "bye angie" and that was it. all i got was nothing when i gave everything and lost alot on the way there... he has asked me to wait for him but i don't know if i should... well i do know but i don't want to do wat i should do. i love him... today i was talking to a co-worker about a friend of ours. he calls his wife all these sweet names and is always telling her cute things and stuff... i think it's kinda discusting. i dunno, it's weird to have all those pet names and stuff... so anyways this guy just looked at me and told me "then u've never been in love". but the thing is that that is far from the truth. i have been... and i am rite now... i'm just lost within me so nothing can be done on the matter. and now i'm looking for answers outside... like if i'm gonna find something... and there isn't anything there... i want to keep writing but if i don't post this now i'm not gonna be able to do it later on and i wanna do it today. so i'll add... someday ^_^... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL&lt;br /&gt;Heavy breathing… Sobby eyes… Stillness... Quietness…&lt;br /&gt;You are not a friend, you can not be considered an allied. &lt;br /&gt;You that already knows all the deep dark little secrets. You &lt;br /&gt;that I have cried and laughed with. You that I have loved and &lt;br /&gt;hated. You that I have kissed and hurt. I need to scream&lt;br /&gt;because now there is no one left to listen. You are gone and &lt;br /&gt;there is no scheduled return. You are no longer needed and &lt;br /&gt;you have been fired from my life. You that I am indifferent to. &lt;br /&gt;You that I no longer think of. You that I have no feelings for. You &lt;br /&gt;that I am not writing about. You that I will not name. You that I &lt;br /&gt;do not wish for. There is nothing I will do to apologize. I will not &lt;br /&gt;bring you back this time. I will not cry for you anymore. I will not &lt;br /&gt;waste my time on you. No more heavy breathing. Leave behind the &lt;br /&gt;sobby eyes. Good bye to stillness. And so long to quietness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-980688691991168557?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/980688691991168557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=980688691991168557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/980688691991168557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/980688691991168557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-waiting-for-nothing.html' title='still waiting for nothing'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3481763701417256762</id><published>2007-08-21T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:08:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B-DAY LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/e37f36fe-2360-4689-b88c-5fd6a4e12764&amp;amp;theName=Interpol - The New&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=e37f36fe-2360-4689-b88c-5fd6a4e12764"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/e37f36fe-2360-4689-b88c-5fd6a4e12764"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/e37f36fe-2360-4689-b88c-5fd6a4e12764/Interpol---The-New/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u r 20 now! well we both r! and it's been 6 years (almost 7) since we meant! still remember when we used to fight our asses off... glad we got past that and now i call u bitch in a loving way... u r the best thing that has happened to me in this country and if it wasn't for u i'd probably already jumped. the only good thing that came out of el salvador is u... i love u &lt;a href="http://spikette2108.blogspot.com/"&gt;addy&lt;/a&gt; u r the coffee in my milk and the chocolate in my cake! i know that "One day we'll live together And life will be better"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY B-DAY LOVE!!!! I LOVE U!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3481763701417256762?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3481763701417256762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3481763701417256762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3481763701417256762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3481763701417256762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-b-day-love.html' title='HAPPY B-DAY LOVE!!!'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6738116033543232850</id><published>2007-08-10T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:46:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I feel like dancing... so lets! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/471049ee-9c08-48a5-a5db-8d1e1638b228&amp;amp;theName=Panteon Rococo - La dosis perfecta&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=471049ee-9c08-48a5-a5db-8d1e1638b228"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/471049ee-9c08-48a5-a5db-8d1e1638b228"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/471049ee-9c08-48a5-a5db-8d1e1638b228/Panteon-Rococo---La-dosis-perfecta/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosis Perfecta-Panteon Rococo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te vas, pero se que volveras&lt;br /&gt;Porque lo que yo te di no lo encontraras jamás&lt;br /&gt;Esas noches, esos dias, cuando tu te retorcias en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando veíamos estrellas y tú eras una de ellas&lt;br /&gt;De esas que abrazan la tierra con su luz&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy me llamas y me dices que empacas tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Que has hecho las maletas, que hoy dices adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y despues de romper el cielo juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Esa forma tan tuya de hacer el amor y estallar al llegar&lt;br /&gt;No, no puedo aceptar que hoy te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Y me dejes un cuarto de mil batallas&lt;br /&gt;cobrarte yo no quiero, no quiero cobrarme&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero que tú te quedes aquí, yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi cuerpo necesita de ti y saber&lt;br /&gt;Que la dosis perfecta esta en tus caderas&lt;br /&gt;En tus besos, tu sonrisa, tu cabello y ese cuerpo que me erizaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi alma sabe que estás bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero tú dime, tú dime quien&lt;br /&gt;Estará para aliviar mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no estas tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y despues de romper el cielo juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Esa forma tan tuya de hacer el amor y estallar al llegar&lt;br /&gt;No, no puedo aceptar que hoy te vayas&lt;br /&gt;Y me dejes un cuarto de mil batallas&lt;br /&gt;cobrarte yo no quiero, no quiero cobrarme&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero que tú te quedes aquí, yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi cuerpo necesita de ti y saber&lt;br /&gt;Que la dosis perfecta esta en tus caderas&lt;br /&gt;En tus besos, tu sonrisa, tu cabello y ese cuerpo que me erizaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi alma sabe que estás bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero tú dime, tú dime quien&lt;br /&gt;Estará para aliviar mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no estás tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi cuerpo necesita de ti y saber&lt;br /&gt;Que la dosis perfecta esta en tus caderas&lt;br /&gt;En tus besos, tu sonrisa, tu cabello y ese cuerpo que me erizaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi alma sabe que estás bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero tú dime, tú dime quien&lt;br /&gt;Estará para aliviar mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no estás tú.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6738116033543232850?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6738116033543232850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6738116033543232850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6738116033543232850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6738116033543232850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-in-my-head-18.html' title='songs in my head 18'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-306184196046861668</id><published>2007-08-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:48:27.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;looking for another song i came across this one... i liked the lyrics alot and placebo is great. best part is i wasn't gonna post anything today but this song just hit me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" 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style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/1f9efd9b-643a-4c1a-ac58-d32d5d345c13/Placebo---Drink-you-pretty/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink you pretty-Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of drugs and dancing feet&lt;br /&gt;Sick of bars where people meet&lt;br /&gt;Smell of crotch and sheets not clean&lt;br /&gt;Hairy men in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Every city looks the same&lt;br /&gt;Running from the threat of rain&lt;br /&gt;Pillow talk that's just for one&lt;br /&gt;Saturday get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human seas of apathy&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Jumbos crash into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Governments sleep safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;Mornings glisten cold and bright&lt;br /&gt;Organs stolen every night&lt;br /&gt;Can of beans and fast boquet&lt;br /&gt;Double jackpot give away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello pretty&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hello pretty&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hello pretty&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hello pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time&lt;br /&gt;To drink you pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-306184196046861668?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/306184196046861668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=306184196046861668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/306184196046861668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/306184196046861668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-in-my-head-17.html' title='songs in my head 17'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8562532396240371421</id><published>2007-08-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:53:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this will be the last song i post for u... u never thought i would love u this much... i never thought u would leave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/717a96c1-e41f-48b8-ad4c-e2876dd3da29&amp;amp;theName=INFINITO - BUNBURY&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=717a96c1-e41f-48b8-ad4c-e2876dd3da29"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/717a96c1-e41f-48b8-ad4c-e2876dd3da29"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/717a96c1-e41f-48b8-ad4c-e2876dd3da29/INFINITO---BUNBURY/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinito-Enrique Bunbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me calaste hondo &lt;br /&gt;y ahora me dueles &lt;br /&gt;si todo lo que nace perece, del mismo modo &lt;br /&gt;un momento se va &lt;br /&gt;y no vuelve a pasar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y decían: '¡qué bonito!' era vernos pasear &lt;br /&gt;queriéndonos infinito &lt;br /&gt;pensaban: 'siempre será igual' &lt;br /&gt;¿cómo lo permitimos, qué es lo que hicimos tan mal? &lt;br /&gt;¿fue este orgullo desgraciado &lt;br /&gt;que no supimos tragar? &lt;br /&gt;Engáñame un poco al menos &lt;br /&gt;dí que me quieres aún más &lt;br /&gt;que durante todo este tiempo &lt;br /&gt;lo has pasado fatal &lt;br /&gt;que ninguno de esos idiotas te supieron hacer reír &lt;br /&gt;que el único que te importa &lt;br /&gt;es este pobre infeliz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me calaste hondo &lt;br /&gt;y ahora me dueles &lt;br /&gt;si todo lo que nace perece, del mismo modo &lt;br /&gt;un momento se va &lt;br /&gt;y no vuelve a pasar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el día que yo me muera y moriré mucho antes que tú &lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero que una pena &lt;br /&gt;se lloré frente a mi ataúd &lt;br /&gt;que esta herida en mi alma no llegó a cicatrizar &lt;br /&gt;y estará desesperada &lt;br /&gt;hasta que te vea llegar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me calaste hondo &lt;br /&gt;y ahora me dueles &lt;br /&gt;si todo lo que nace perece, del mismo modo &lt;br /&gt;un momento se va &lt;br /&gt;y no vuelve a pasar &lt;br /&gt;un momento se va &lt;br /&gt;y no vuelve a pasar &lt;br /&gt;un momento se va&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8562532396240371421?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8562532396240371421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8562532396240371421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8562532396240371421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8562532396240371421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-in-my-head-16.html' title='songs in my head 16'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-4526931411427236361</id><published>2007-08-01T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:52:36.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so he does love me but, rite now, i wish he wouldn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/39638ba0-3f95-42f8-8042-3dc5335900a7&amp;amp;theName=My Chemical Romance - I Dont Love You&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=39638ba0-3f95-42f8-8042-3dc5335900a7"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/39638ba0-3f95-42f8-8042-3dc5335900a7"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/39638ba0-3f95-42f8-8042-3dc5335900a7/My-Chemical-Romance---I-Dont-Love-You/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you-My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4526931411427236361?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4526931411427236361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=4526931411427236361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4526931411427236361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4526931411427236361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/songs-in-my-head-15.html' title='songs in my head 15'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-3431753110883581475</id><published>2007-07-31T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:29:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ok so i don't.. but i wish i did!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/72fbe8e6-0a17-4e6c-a523-fc17ae3d6874&amp;amp;theName=Muse - Feeling Good&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=72fbe8e6-0a17-4e6c-a523-fc17ae3d6874"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/72fbe8e6-0a17-4e6c-a523-fc17ae3d6874"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/72fbe8e6-0a17-4e6c-a523-fc17ae3d6874/Muse---Feeling-Good/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Good-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying high&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sun in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Reeds drifting on by&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Its a new dawn it's a new day its a new life&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;River running free&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Blossom in the trees&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn its a new day it's a new life for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonflies all out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are all having fun&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in peace&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars when you shine &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Smell of the pine &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Yeah freedom is mine&lt;br /&gt;And you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Its a new dawn its a new day its a new life for me&lt;br /&gt;Butterflieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, freeier than you..&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, feeling good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-3431753110883581475?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3431753110883581475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=3431753110883581475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3431753110883581475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/3431753110883581475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-14.html' title='songs in my head 14'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6060917922011118160</id><published>2007-07-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:10:28.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You hurt so I'll sing You a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i had already posted this put this is the final edit... after alot of tears and alot of pain i'm gonna let it go...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9iMn9Gbi9WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmL5YDeh1GbpZXZ/Evanescence%2520-%2520Lithium.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating herself for loving him is her national anthem. She wraps herself in loneliness. She breaks in sin. She cries in spirit. She sings in darkness. She breathes in water. She dies in him. A beautiful beginning for the most tragic of endings. The grave was built when she first said hello. He was kind enough to bring her pain and guilt. He was caring enough to show her sorrow and coldness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lia suffers in silence. And when she loves she suffers the most. Trying to find freedom in his arms she lets herself go. While her big brown eyes bring sadness to his world in which he can not deny them. Her hollow screams from within are a loud sound in his head. They are the opposites that attract and explode.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Close your soul my sweet. No one wants to see your ending-, he whispers to her ear, -Some things should remain a mystery.- &lt;br /&gt;-You were my unbroken dream- was Lia's reply.-I'm dying, please-&lt;br /&gt;-You cry- he said.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have to share your happiness and you don't have to share my sorrow.-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He holds her hands and takes her to dance. So close to her he can smell Lia's thoughts. She begins to shiver in his arms. She hurts. He cries. They sink together. This is the part where they become a "we" with a passionate and poisonous kiss. Experience and thought are not their biggest accomplishments. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lia is alone in this love. He is her inspiration and her home. He showers her with ideas that have no ending and plans that will never be fulfilled, as she just nods in approval to all his words while the tears fall down her cheeks. And she sleeps in a bed of pins and needles he so humbly built. And he plays the piano 'til she is safe in her dreams. And so she stays under his skin. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The last words Lia heard before she left were her guardian angel's -"Lia, my sweet, don't drown in life when there is so much left to break."- In her beautiful black dress she sits on the porch waiting for him to arrive. Today they wed. With her runny makeup, Lia gets in the carriage to start the rest of her life. Everything stops at the moment of the "I do"s but this is how it's meant to be. A man must find a woman, and she and he are to be wed in holy matrimony whether she wants to or not. Lia loses the glow in her eyes as they get back, now husband and wife. And what she expected happens, as the roses fade along with all his ideas and plans, the color of happiness mixes with the color of blood. All of Lia's dreams, stories and lust vanish for good. Forever is the promise they have made, forever dead in heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now she has conversations with the night because the day light just won't come. All she asks for is a moment of rest from their torment. To be in his arms and dream. Thinking that mothering would make her a better wife, and since the little romance they had died in the altar, he proposed to have a child, a specimen of their own. She looked at him, -I will never again find a way to make you happy-. He just turned and walked away.  She loved him, she needed him more than anything but he killed her with the joys and eternal bliss of marriage. She did everything he wanted to keep him by her side. But Lia was no longer going to be a victim of his needs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the truth will set you free, Lia's truth smothered them to death. She lets his weakness be her shelter and she shows his dreams the ugly reality. Lia destroys his hopes and makes his guilt cry in shame. She is the disease that makes his pain gain strength. She is the horror behind his eyes. If he gives her the chance Lia will become the death of him. It hurts to know  that her skin is his sin and her thoughts are the nightmares he speaks of. But Lia will kill the child in him and massacre his happiness without a second thought. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Naturally he tries to find a way out. Like in every modern day marriage he looks for redemption. But it was his choice that brought them together. She is a beautiful sadness he had to obtain. Now he tries to throw her back with the dogs to the world of silence. "There is so much left to break", he had so much left to give so she took and broke. "Lia my sweet you have destroyed him and now he has nothing. You have done well my child."-Her guardian angel, her demon, her true self was back and ready to kill the man who took her apart and turned her into a weak human being. From the ashes the Phoenix arises, from the dust she arises. Love is a poison but she has finally found the cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6060917922011118160?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6060917922011118160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6060917922011118160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6060917922011118160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6060917922011118160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-hurt-so-ill-sing-you-song_27.html' title='You hurt so I&apos;ll sing You a song'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5893682956672630445</id><published>2007-07-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:53:11.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it's just such an amazing sound and the lyrics are so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/d9a1cd9c-8378-4973-8dc8-2e6fd102983b&amp;amp;theName=heroes del silencio - 10- con nombre de guerra&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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But I smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7d14c71e-1beb-430a-9dda-afab1dfbfcde&amp;amp;theName=Evanescene - Hello&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=7d14c71e-1beb-430a-9dda-afab1dfbfcde"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/7d14c71e-1beb-430a-9dda-afab1dfbfcde"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/7d14c71e-1beb-430a-9dda-afab1dfbfcde/Evanescene---Hello/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello-Evanescene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playground school bell rings again&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds come to play again&lt;br /&gt;Has no one told you she's not breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I smile and don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Soon I know I'll wake from this dream&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fix me I'm not broken&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;All that's left of yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2249670529542746591?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2249670529542746591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2249670529542746591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2249670529542746591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2249670529542746591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-12.html' title='songs in my head 12'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-931412601819096121</id><published>2007-07-25T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:59:16.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my boyfriend and i broke up last nite... oh well... life's a bitch but i already knew that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/67cc73a3-322f-4b17-96cb-e6a47c170062&amp;amp;theName=Slipknot - VermillionPart 2&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=67cc73a3-322f-4b17-96cb-e6a47c170062"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/67cc73a3-322f-4b17-96cb-e6a47c170062"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/67cc73a3-322f-4b17-96cb-e6a47c170062/Slipknot---VermillionPart-2/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermilion 2-Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed dressed in all of me&lt;br /&gt;Stretched across my shame&lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaked through and covered me&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have her to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When she makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream&lt;br /&gt;A song that no one sings&lt;br /&gt;The unattainable&lt;br /&gt;She's a myth that I have to believe in&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When she makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch in my throat&lt;br /&gt;Choke&lt;br /&gt;Torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I won't - No&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't let this build up (Build up) inside of me (Inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;Won't let this build up (Build up) inside of me (Inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real (I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real (I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real (I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real (I won't let this build up inside of me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-931412601819096121?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/931412601819096121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=931412601819096121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/931412601819096121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/931412601819096121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-11.html' title='songs in my head 11'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8791714254633487024</id><published>2007-07-24T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T06:42:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;amazing lyrics....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/9d0cf6e5-4219-423d-9f12-3f267545101a&amp;amp;theName=rata blanca 08 - cuando las luz oscurece&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=9d0cf6e5-4219-423d-9f12-3f267545101a"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/9d0cf6e5-4219-423d-9f12-3f267545101a"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/9d0cf6e5-4219-423d-9f12-3f267545101a/rata-blanca-08---cuando-las-luz-oscurece/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la luz oscurece-Rata Blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir que lentamente&lt;br /&gt;ella me deja para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Me dio su amor, me dio su cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;y amarnos fue nuestro secreto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fue sin prisa, perdió su aliento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien lloró, y yo también,&lt;br /&gt;y en ese instante se alejó.&lt;br /&gt;Y el sol entró sin comprender,&lt;br /&gt;que en esta fría habitación...&lt;br /&gt;la luz oscurece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir en mi silencio,&lt;br /&gt;cómo su adiós golpeó en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Y ese dolor trajo recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;cuando jurábamos lo eterno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fue despacio, dejó una brisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y amaneció, lo se muy bien,&lt;br /&gt;sin ella no hay una razón.&lt;br /&gt;Me dio su amor, y yo también,&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo era de los dos,&lt;br /&gt;nuestro para siempre... solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera hoy, volver el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar aquel invierno.&lt;br /&gt;Y detener aquel momento,&lt;br /&gt;donde fundimos nuestros cuerpos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es inútil, estás tan lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y amaneció, lo se muy bien,&lt;br /&gt;sin ella no hay una razón.&lt;br /&gt;Y el sol entró, sin comprender,&lt;br /&gt;en esta fría habitación...&lt;br /&gt;Me dio su amor, y yo también,&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo era de los dos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8791714254633487024?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8791714254633487024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8791714254633487024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8791714254633487024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8791714254633487024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-10.html' title='songs in my head 10'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2570799992757205992</id><published>2007-07-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:34.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RqSvsLn0UMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZSbF2CM6nK0/s1600-h/AngieAndAddy400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RqSvsLn0UMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZSbF2CM6nK0/s320/AngieAndAddy400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090386652404404418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this song is our song so of course it's always in my head! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/162e71b8-cf62-45ae-be05-3b5b248513a9&amp;amp;theName=The Sounds - Seven Days A Week&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=162e71b8-cf62-45ae-be05-3b5b248513a9"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/162e71b8-cf62-45ae-be05-3b5b248513a9"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/162e71b8-cf62-45ae-be05-3b5b248513a9/The-Sounds---Seven-Days-A-Week/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Days A Week-The sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking on the phone for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;You can give me a call whenever you like to.&lt;br /&gt;And if you would fall you know I will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll stick around, I'll be right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Whooo ohh ohh..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you always knew what you had to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you had your reasons you change 'em every season.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a vacation, I'll see you at the station.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you and what you've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're living in danger you're sleeping with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;No nothing can change us, no nothing can keep us from falling, from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking on the phone for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;You can give me a call whenever you like to.&lt;br /&gt;And if you would fall you know I will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll stick around, I'll be right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Whooo ohh ohh..&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're out of your mind, you're my partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you had your reasons you change 'em every season.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a vacation, I'll see you at the station.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you and what you've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're living in danger you're sleeping with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;No nothing can change us, no nothing can keep us from falling, from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you had your reasons you change 'em every season.&lt;br /&gt;Just Hold on, yeah hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a vacation, I'll see you at the station.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna change you, I just wanna see you.&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week, every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're living in danger you're sleeping with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;No nothing can change us, no nothing can keep us from falling, from falling.&lt;br /&gt;Oho ho ohooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2570799992757205992?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2570799992757205992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2570799992757205992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2570799992757205992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2570799992757205992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-9.html' title='songs in my head 9'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RqSvsLn0UMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZSbF2CM6nK0/s72-c/AngieAndAddy400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-435102095897131515</id><published>2007-07-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:08:08.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;rite now i'm ahving some problems with my boyfriend and i'm starting to feel this might happen:&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be the sun&lt;br /&gt;In somebody else's sky, but why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" 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style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/763ff952-cf07-412a-8d37-e6825578b970/Pearl-Jam---Black/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black-Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...oooh...&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay.&lt;br /&gt;were laid spread out before me as her body once did&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed&lt;br /&gt;Has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands&lt;br /&gt;shade beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures seared all been washed in black,&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter,&lt;br /&gt;So why do I sear?&lt;br /&gt;and twisted thoughts that spin round my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can, drop away&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black,&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be the sun&lt;br /&gt;In somebody else's sky, but why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-435102095897131515?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/435102095897131515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=435102095897131515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/435102095897131515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/435102095897131515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-8.html' title='songs in my head 8'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-7454684367876294325</id><published>2007-07-19T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:02:50.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spikette2108.blogspot.com/"&gt;addy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;made me thing about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/fb41a2a2-0881-4596-a615-8c64831eafbc&amp;amp;theName=Interpol - Evil&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=fb41a2a2-0881-4596-a615-8c64831eafbc"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/fb41a2a2-0881-4596-a615-8c64831eafbc"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/fb41a2a2-0881-4596-a615-8c64831eafbc/Interpol---Evil/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil-Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary, Heaven restores you in life&lt;br /&gt;You're coming with me &lt;br /&gt;Through the ageing, the fearing, the strife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the smiling on the package &lt;br /&gt;It's the faces in the sand &lt;br /&gt;It's the thought that moves you upwards&lt;br /&gt;Embracing me with two hands&lt;br /&gt;Right will take you places&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe to the beach &lt;br /&gt;When your friends they do come crying &lt;br /&gt;Tell them now your pleasures set upon slow release &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait&lt;br /&gt;Great smile&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to fate, not denial&lt;br /&gt;(But hey who's on trial?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lifespan with no cellmate &lt;br /&gt;The long way back&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, why can't we look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speaks about travel&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we think about the land &lt;br /&gt;We are smart like all peoples&lt;br /&gt;Feeling real tan&lt;br /&gt;I could take you places&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a new man?&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the pollen from the faces &lt;br /&gt;Make revision to a dream, while you wait in the van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait&lt;br /&gt;Great smile&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to fate, not denial&lt;br /&gt;(But hey who's on trial?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lifespan with no cellmate&lt;br /&gt;To find the long way back&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, why can't we look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;You're weightless; you are exotic &lt;br /&gt;You need something for which to care&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, why can't we look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave some shards under the belly &lt;br /&gt;Lay some grease inside my hand &lt;br /&gt;It's a sentimental jury&lt;br /&gt;And the makings of a good plan&lt;br /&gt;You've come to love me lightly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you come to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Is this motion everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Or do shudders pass in the night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary (Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven restores you in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lifespan with no cellmate &lt;br /&gt;A long way back&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, why can't we look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;You're weightless, semi-erotic &lt;br /&gt;You need someone to take you there&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, why can't we look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just play the other game? &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just look the other way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-7454684367876294325?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7454684367876294325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=7454684367876294325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7454684367876294325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7454684367876294325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-7.html' title='songs in my head 7'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1241689289999755693</id><published>2007-07-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:32:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've been looking for this song like crazy! it's a great song i love it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/add06a35-e45c-41d2-8617-54b6312551de&amp;amp;theName=Gabriel &amp;amp; Dresden - Tracking Treasure Down&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=add06a35-e45c-41d2-8617-54b6312551de"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/add06a35-e45c-41d2-8617-54b6312551de"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/add06a35-e45c-41d2-8617-54b6312551de/Gabriel--Dresden---Tracking-Treasure-Down/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracking Treasure Down-Gabriel &amp; Dresden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will be&lt;br /&gt;Something I remember in my head&lt;br /&gt;Something I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp words push me back&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to anything I can&lt;br /&gt;Anything I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Only things I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why don'’t you tell me&lt;br /&gt;This could just dissapear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;br /&gt;You keep tracking treasure down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop I'’m soaked tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wanna find something I believe&lt;br /&gt;Something I believe&lt;br /&gt;Open up&lt;br /&gt;Take me in&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Only things I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you tell me&lt;br /&gt;This could just disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;br /&gt;You keep tracking treasure down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me of pirate-ships and fairy-tales&lt;br /&gt;You have me wishing that everything&lt;br /&gt;Was real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;br /&gt;You keep tracking treasure down&lt;br /&gt;At the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1241689289999755693?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1241689289999755693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1241689289999755693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1241689289999755693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1241689289999755693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-6.html' title='songs in my head 6'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6921793351322727426</id><published>2007-07-17T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:38:58.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i was looking for another song from muse that i guess i'll post when i find but i love the lyrics in this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/c0010766-50d3-494b-b60d-6cc584966cb3&amp;amp;theName=Muse - Time is Running Out&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://cdn0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=c0010766-50d3-494b-b60d-6cc584966cb3"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/c0010766-50d3-494b-b60d-6cc584966cb3"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/c0010766-50d3-494b-b60d-6cc584966cb3/Muse---Time-is-Running-Out/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm drowning &lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiated &lt;br /&gt;I want to break the spell &lt;br /&gt;That you've created &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're something beautiful &lt;br /&gt;A contradiction &lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game &lt;br /&gt;I want the friction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Will be the death of me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you &lt;br /&gt;Will be the death of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground &lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted freedom &lt;br /&gt;Bound and restricted &lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you up &lt;br /&gt;But I'm addicted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know I'm trapped &lt;br /&gt;Sense of elation &lt;br /&gt;You'd never dream of &lt;br /&gt;Breaking this fixation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Will squeeze the life out of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground &lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah no no nooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you&lt;br /&gt;Will suck the life out of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;But our time is running out &lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground &lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah no no nooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6921793351322727426?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6921793351322727426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6921793351322727426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6921793351322727426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6921793351322727426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-5.html' title='songs in my head 5'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5094657380868414478</id><published>2007-07-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T06:10:08.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this is the song that made me cry this weekend... to remeber what i had and lost... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/8e219488-9718-44fe-8cbc-3f28218c919c&amp;amp;theName=Lacrimosa - Darkness&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=8e219488-9718-44fe-8cbc-3f28218c919c"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/8e219488-9718-44fe-8cbc-3f28218c919c"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/8e219488-9718-44fe-8cbc-3f28218c919c/Lacrimosa---Darkness/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness-Lacrimosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart - my love&lt;br /&gt;one word - and gone&lt;br /&gt;to stay - i will&lt;br /&gt;believe and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see - to feel&lt;br /&gt;to hear - to be and gone&lt;br /&gt;how can i get close to you?&lt;br /&gt;how can i - the foolish one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty can't be seen but only kissed&lt;br /&gt;i have so much love to give&lt;br /&gt;but where are you and how to be reached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i talk - can i speak?&lt;br /&gt;and can i lay my head on you?&lt;br /&gt;can i choose and can i say&lt;br /&gt;i love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;my head hangs low&lt;br /&gt;your arms are far&lt;br /&gt;your breath takes me&lt;br /&gt;besides - i am in love&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving you - but you&lt;br /&gt;so far from me - i'm holding out&lt;br /&gt;your words - your face - your breath&lt;br /&gt;your touch - your heart should cover me&lt;br /&gt;but all you do is watching me&lt;br /&gt;so i dismiss the grace of you&lt;br /&gt;and far beyond the darkness grows&lt;br /&gt;which leads me back to all my roots&lt;br /&gt;the longing and the pain&lt;br /&gt;in darkness and disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty can't be seen but only kissed&lt;br /&gt;i have so much love to give&lt;br /&gt;but where are you and how to be reached?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5094657380868414478?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5094657380868414478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5094657380868414478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5094657380868414478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5094657380868414478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-4.html' title='songs in my head 4'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1223860989163492542</id><published>2007-07-13T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:08:59.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this is more about my guy and wat i feel... it makes me think of him or he makes me think of the song.. who knows.. i don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/e07a2439-fed1-46d4-85a9-9c37b2e286c2&amp;amp;theName=yeah yeah yeahs - maps&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=e07a2439-fed1-46d4-85a9-9c37b2e286c2"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/e07a2439-fed1-46d4-85a9-9c37b2e286c2"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/e07a2439-fed1-46d4-85a9-9c37b2e286c2/yeah-yeah-yeahs---maps/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maps-Yeah yeah yeahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up&lt;br /&gt;I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say &lt;br /&gt;Oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made off&lt;br /&gt;don't stray&lt;br /&gt;well my kinds your kind i'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack up&lt;br /&gt;don't stray&lt;br /&gt;oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;oh say say say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;Maps...........&lt;br /&gt;Wait they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1223860989163492542?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1223860989163492542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1223860989163492542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1223860989163492542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1223860989163492542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-3.html' title='songs in my head 3'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5702037131004303050</id><published>2007-07-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:56:09.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs in my head 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i've had a thing for garbage lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/fee1a900-2005-429e-bdb3-585f89527d0c&amp;amp;theName=Garbage -05- Cup Of Coffee&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=fee1a900-2005-429e-bdb3-585f89527d0c"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/fee1a900-2005-429e-bdb3-585f89527d0c"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/fee1a900-2005-429e-bdb3-585f89527d0c/Garbage--05--Cup-Of-Coffee/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup Of Coffee-Garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Over a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to look away&lt;br /&gt;A million miles between us&lt;br /&gt;Planets crash into dust&lt;br /&gt;I just let it fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking empty streets&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we might meet&lt;br /&gt;I see your car parked on the road&lt;br /&gt;The light on at your window&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that you're home&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to pass on by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm still this obsessed&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always knew the score&lt;br /&gt;This is how our story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke your brand of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And pray that you might give me a call&lt;br /&gt;I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls&lt;br /&gt;Hanging round the bars at night, wishing I had never been born&lt;br /&gt;Give myself to anyone who wants to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I still feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always knew the score&lt;br /&gt;This is where our story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left behind some clothes&lt;br /&gt;My belly summersaults&lt;br /&gt;When I pick them off the floor&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say they're worried&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking far too skinny&lt;br /&gt;I've stoped returning all their calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no of course we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;Not while I'm still this obsessed&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;But don't say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;To prove that you don't love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5702037131004303050?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5702037131004303050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5702037131004303050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5702037131004303050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5702037131004303050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-2.html' title='songs in my head 2'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-4037063366523503013</id><published>2007-07-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:43:48.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>songs in my head 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i've been hearing this song for days.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/3429ccaa-84ac-402d-a5fb-bbe49f0e4380&amp;amp;theName=Garbage-Milk&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=3429ccaa-84ac-402d-a5fb-bbe49f0e4380"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/3429ccaa-84ac-402d-a5fb-bbe49f0e4380"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/3429ccaa-84ac-402d-a5fb-bbe49f0e4380/Garbage-Milk/?widget=flash_player_esnips_silver"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk-Garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am milk&lt;br /&gt;I am Red Hot Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;And I am cool&lt;br /&gt;Cool as the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;So I am cruel&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be love and sweetness&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weak&lt;br /&gt;But I am strong&lt;br /&gt;I can use my tears to&lt;br /&gt;Bring you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am milk&lt;br /&gt;I am Red Hot Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;And I am cool&lt;br /&gt;Cool as the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching, I'm aching for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4037063366523503013?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4037063366523503013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=4037063366523503013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4037063366523503013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4037063366523503013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/songs-in-my-head-1.html' title='songs in my head 1'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-1958226971967398976</id><published>2007-07-02T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:53:55.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got milk?</title><content type='html'>I went to church on Saturday because my parents make me go. I don't believe in a god or any form of superior entity. I was sitting there and hearing what the pastor was saying. I was giving my own reasoning to his words. By the end of the night I actually felt bad for those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that i felt superior in anyway. I know u shouldn't feel bad for anyone, i hardly ever do. It's the fact that they are blinded from what's really out there which is nothing. And that's not the worse part, the worse part is that they have created the idea of a horrible and terrifying god in their need for salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was talking about how god has a plan for when you go out of the right path of justice and his word. In other words he knew this would happen. So i started thinking the obvious, if god knew this would happen then why go threw it all. If, and this is in the hypothetical notion that there is a god in the 1st place, god, according to Christians and the bible, their ultimate book, knows what will happen in your life and what you will do before you are born then why let crocks and psycho killers and "evil" people come to life in the 1st place. We were all made from his image starts to sound freaky. And so if he knew that would happen then he also knew that Eve would eat from the tree and yet he placed the tree there. And so if he knew that making man kind would also lead to his destruction, we do destroy everything in sight, then why make us in the 1st place. A god, that knowing all this, let it all happen just cause he feels lonely and loves it when people praise him and say he rawks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of such a horrible creature existing and the fact that it brings comfort to some really makes you think there is definitely something wrong with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-1958226971967398976?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1958226971967398976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=1958226971967398976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1958226971967398976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/1958226971967398976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/got-milk.html' title='got milk?'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2406162788680383565</id><published>2007-07-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:41:35.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you hurt so i'll sing you a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/f4a97dc8-a7f7-4186-b668-b86f3e462c43&amp;amp;theName=hole - dying&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=f4a97dc8-a7f7-4186-b668-b86f3e462c43"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//selectedfile/emaildoc/f4a97dc8-a7f7-4186-b668-b86f3e462c43"&gt;     Share &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/f4a97dc8-a7f7-4186-b668-b86f3e462c43/hole---dying/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia suffers in silence. And when she loves she suffers the most. Trying to find freedom in his arms she lets herself go. While her big brown eyes bring sadness to his world in with he can't say no to them. Her hollow screams from within are a loud sound in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Close your soul my sweet. No one wants to see your ending-, he whispers to her ear, -Some things should remain a mystery.- &lt;br /&gt;-You were my unbroken dream- was Lia's reply.-I'm dying, please-&lt;br /&gt;-You cry- he said.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have to share your happiness and you don't have to share my sorrow.- she answered in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds her hands and takes her to dance. So close to her he can smell Lia's thoughts. She begins to shiver in his arms. She hurts. He cries. They sink together because that was the choice they made. This is the part where they become a we. Experience and thought are not their biggest accomplishments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia wraps herself in loneliness. She is alone in this love. He is her inspiration and her home. She is his hope and dreams. He showers her with ideas that have no ending and plans that will never be fulfilled and she just nods in approval to all his words as the tears fall down her cheeks. And she sleeps in a bed of pins and needles he so humbly built. And he plays the piano till she is safe in her dreams. And she stays under his skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her beautiful black dress she sits on the porch waiting for him to arrive. Today they wed. With her runny makeup Lia gets in the car to start the rest of her life. Everything stops at the moment of the I dos but this is how it's meant to be. A man must find a woman and she and he are to be wed in holy matrimony whether she wants to or not. Lia loses the glow in her eyes as they get back in the car, now husband and wife. And what she expected happens, as the roses fade along with all his ideas and plans, the color of happiness mixes with the color of blood. All of Lia's dreams and stories and lust vanishes for good. Forever is the promise they have made, forever dead in heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia my sweet don't drown in life when there is so much left to break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2406162788680383565?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2406162788680383565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2406162788680383565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2406162788680383565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2406162788680383565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-hurt-so-ill-sing-you-song.html' title='you hurt so i&apos;ll sing you a song'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2239779744014658300</id><published>2007-06-20T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:50:04.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no name</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv4WdrJWZz9SbvNmL2RXL0JXZiVnL3d3d/Cypress%2520Hill%2520-%2520Inside%2520in%2520the%2520brain.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something wrong with me. Some said a change is needed. So I think to myself what a wonderful world. And I've always wondered what went on in that mind of yours. Always afraid to ask what happened in there. I can tell you never thought of me. But the rain still pores and life goes on even though we are no longer we. And I still read my books and speak my words. Nothing really changed because you were not my air. And so you only think about yourself. But that's ok because I only think about myself for what they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still something wrong with me and I'm starting to think that it's me. Scared of my reasoning I wish to hide forever in the eyes of the unknown. Asleep on the bed that sits in the middle of the nowhere that I seek. Turn this into something complex with big words I don't understand. I already ate all the cookies now there's nothing left for me here. I will surrender my every movement to the gray and blue night. I will let nature take it's curse so it can take me away.There I still have a little bet of everyone left in me. So the only thing that's wrong is that there is nothing wrong and I'm making it all up as I go along. Making the floor beneath my feet with each step I take helps explain why I fall so many times. Showing every portion of me to who ever will choose to be my witness. Would you be my witness? Just to know I existed and belonged to the human species at the end of the day. Very odd thing what comfort means to some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there still something wrong with me? Did the final version come out a little crocked? Was I designed to easily bent? Convert myself into a pretty little princess waiting for her prince to save her from all man kind? I refuse to be anything but me so if something is wrong do not blame the maker, blame the toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask about the song... It was wat I was hearing when I posted this ^_^!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2239779744014658300?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2239779744014658300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2239779744014658300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2239779744014658300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2239779744014658300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-no-name-2.html' title='i have no name'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-5353009100525512926</id><published>2007-06-14T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:58:25.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>So I had applied for another position at work, Team Manager (TM). In other words when u call a call center and asked for a supervisor, I would have been the one answering saying "This is Angela speaking, I'm the supervisor on duty". But I didn't get it. Don't know why yet, they will let me know on Tuesday next week… in any case it just sux &gt;_&lt;, completely sux. Specially cause my dad might start working with me in my account. AHHH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jaimico didn't say "oh poor Angie" or "I'm sorry" or anything and he knows I really wanted it… but we will go away this weekend.. No guiole for you my friend.. Ok so that's not true ^_^…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-5353009100525512926?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5353009100525512926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=5353009100525512926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5353009100525512926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/5353009100525512926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-6183112433090961407</id><published>2007-06-11T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:08:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny me and silly you.</title><content type='html'>I want to say something but it doesn't come out right. It's the technical difficulties I suffer, problems connecting the brain-mouth, wires crossing. Head denies what my hands are telling, another problem, no solutions. My eyes want to stop functioning correctly. My lungs feel that breathing is overrated. Legs wake up with heavy bruises. It's not the world that's against me anymore, it's my body that refuses to pull the trigger cause it loves to torture me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know I'm nervous you won't love me. I know you love me now, but still I'm afraid, that one day, out of the blues, that love will disappear. It's just those little things I think you should be aware of so that when the moment comes you don't get all freaked out. Let's make a list of things that might happen ^_^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel a need for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Have an itch for kids (it's a women thing, won't kick in till I'm like 40 when it's already impossible).&lt;br /&gt;Want a picket fence and happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;Scream for epidurals&lt;br /&gt;Kick you out of the bed and steal the covers.&lt;br /&gt;Talk crap about your mom (if I ever meet her)&lt;br /&gt;Talk crap about your god (only when I'm mad)&lt;br /&gt;Be mad at you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Get fat and that cintura that you are so fond of will disappear. &lt;br /&gt;Waste all our life savings on shoes (I suggest separate bank accounts for this one).&lt;br /&gt;Get mad because you want a separate bank account and suggest therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Suspect you are cheating with the therapist.&lt;br /&gt;Hire a detective and keep the kids for alimony.&lt;br /&gt;Love you till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;Be with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, there will definitely be a lot of bitching. &lt;br /&gt;Offer useless suggests when you have problems.&lt;br /&gt;Hear your every word.&lt;br /&gt;Witness your life.&lt;br /&gt;Be with you no matter what happens for the rest of our lis.&lt;br /&gt;Give you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Give you everything you ask for, even live in a house on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Watch you as you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Smile every single time we kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Think of you all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;Wear your shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I love you every 2 seconds (ok so I already do that one ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Show I love you every time I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Ask for things (not a phase).&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful cause I have you in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll do things that aren't on the list or think of new things as soon as I post this. You make me corny, I make you corny. This is going to be the time of my life for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-6183112433090961407?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6183112433090961407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=6183112433090961407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6183112433090961407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/6183112433090961407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/corny-me-and-silly-you.html' title='Corny me and silly you.'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2589384095050192943</id><published>2007-06-08T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:57:11.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored as fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Torture me, string me, break me, bend me, hurt me, burn me, tie me. Lets do WICKED things cause it's TOTALLY NORMAL. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quote, i was bored yesterday and in the need to write so i wrote the qoute. i like my qoute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song that makes me think of u but i haven't told u cause corny is not my thing but u make me corny :) so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEMENTO- RICARDO ANDRADE Y LOS ULTIMOS ADICTOS(my fav group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, si das un chance a mi corazón &lt;br /&gt;De compartir contigo de esta emoción &lt;br /&gt;Y así crezcan flores de nuestro amor &lt;br /&gt;Fuera por ti, &lt;br /&gt;No, no cierres las puertas de mi ilusión &lt;br /&gt;Por ti están abiertas sin condición &lt;br /&gt;Di, por que no entras y somos dos &lt;br /&gt;Fuera por ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en el aire quiero entrar en ti &lt;br /&gt;Y ser elemento de tu existir &lt;br /&gt;Por que solo existo para ti &lt;br /&gt;Que en el aire quiero entrar en ti &lt;br /&gt;Ser la almohada en que quieres dormir &lt;br /&gt;Ser las cosas que quieres decir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, si fuese contigo seria vivir &lt;br /&gt;Si busco a un ángel lo busco en ti &lt;br /&gt;Tendrías mi respuesta al decir que si &lt;br /&gt;Fuera por ti &lt;br /&gt;Oh, por que no te dejas perder en mi &lt;br /&gt;Veras mi conciencia pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;Buscando la escénica de ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;Fuera por ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en el aire quiero entrar en ti &lt;br /&gt;Y ser elemento de tu existir &lt;br /&gt;Por que solo existo para ti &lt;br /&gt;Que en el aire quiero entrar en ti &lt;br /&gt;Ser la almohada en que quieres dormir &lt;br /&gt;Ser las cosas que quieres decir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, te doy algo eterno dame la fe &lt;br /&gt;Esto no es un juego, nunca lo fue &lt;br /&gt;Hagamos un sueño dame el por que &lt;br /&gt;Fuera por ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2589384095050192943?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2589384095050192943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2589384095050192943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2589384095050192943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2589384095050192943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-as-fuck.html' title='Bored as fuck!'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-380685249611272592</id><published>2007-06-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:51:17.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i meant to say was...</title><content type='html'>Numb.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Because everything can not be perfect, so numb is the only way to be. I don't want to feel anything else but what I feel for you. I'm numb from everything but you. I'm numb from breathing. I'm numb from bleeding. I'm numb from hurting. I'm numb from apologizing. I'm numb from trying to believe. I'm numb from planning. I'm numb from trying to have faith. I'm numb from thinking. I'm numb from hearing personal opinions. I'm numb from hating. I'm numb from hoping. I'm numb from forgiving. I'm numb from tragedy. I'm numb from disappointing them. I'm numb from hearing his words and knowing her thoughts. I'm numb from all the sorrow and misery. I'm numb from this day light that burns my eyes. I'm numb from those voices that hunt me every night. I'm numb from their lies and control. I'm numb from making myself wounds. I'm numb from all of my surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;Numb.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb for all of my surroundings. I'm numbed for the wounds I think of making. I'm numb for their lies and control. I'm numb for the voices that hunt me at night. I'm numb for the day light that once burnt my eyes. I'm numb for sorrow and misery. I'm numb for his words and her thoughts. I'm numb for the idea of disappointing. I'm numb for tragedy. I'm numb for forgiveness. I'm numb for hope. I'm numb for hate. I'm numb for personal opinions. I'm numb for thoughts. I'm numb for faith. I'm numb for planning. I'm numb for believe. I'm numb for apologies. I'm numb for hurt.  I'm numb for bleeding. I'm numb for breathing. I'm numb for everything but you. I don't want to feel anything else but what I feel for you. Numb is the only way to be because everything can not be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I need you. I'm numb for everything but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this is what I posted yesterday but yesterday I was mad and upset and a little bet of everything so I just wrote the 1st thing that came to my mind. Today, this, this is much better and it's complete. I take my sweet sweet time to write when I'm really aggravated cause it never comes out right the first few times. Still love addy and jaimico! Plus the fact that I have the hottest and best girlfriend on earth just makes me feel good everyday! Love u cookie monster!!! &lt;br /&gt;oh and the pic.. i toke but jaimico made it look the way it looks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-380685249611272592?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/380685249611272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=380685249611272592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/380685249611272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/380685249611272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-meant-to-say-was.html' title='what i meant to say was...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-8479083817676722942</id><published>2007-06-04T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:59:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB!</title><content type='html'>numb.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;because everything can not be perfect, so numb is the only way to be. I don't want to feel anything else but what I feel for you. I'm numbed for everything but you. I'm numb for all of my surroundings. I'm numbed for the wounds I think of making. I'm numb for their lies and control. I'm numb for the voices that hunt me at night. I'm numb for the day light that once bothered my eyes. I'm numb for sorrow and misery. I'm numb for his words and her thoughts. I'm numb to the idea of disappointing. I'm numb to tragedy. I'm numb to forgiveness. I'm numb to hope. I'm numb to hate. I'm numb to personal opinions. I'm numb to thinking. I'm numb to faith. I'm numb to planning. I'm numb to believe. I'm numb to I'm numb for everything but you. I love you and I need you. I'm numb for everything but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really crappy day at work but jaimico has kept me together... and addy... i love them both... i'm lucky because of u guys... "without u i'm nothing"... placebo said it best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-8479083817676722942?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8479083817676722942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=8479083817676722942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8479083817676722942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/8479083817676722942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/numb.html' title='NUMB!'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-643350178911204853</id><published>2007-06-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:34.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mental picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RmAbv4qOZII/AAAAAAAAAAk/XFpPkPtl2Ig/s1600-h/my_muse_is_gone_by_zort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RmAbv4qOZII/AAAAAAAAAAk/XFpPkPtl2Ig/s320/my_muse_is_gone_by_zort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071083689896469634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mental image in my head of a girl in a cafe. She sits&lt;br /&gt;in the same chair, places the same order, eats while she&lt;br /&gt;stairs at the door, pays and leaves. I sleep just to dream with &lt;br /&gt;her every night. To see if she finally runs away, if she flies &lt;br /&gt;into freedom. But all she ever does is sit there with her coffee &lt;br /&gt;and cake, always coffee and cake. Everything is black and &lt;br /&gt;white. And she is soo silent, always silent and cold. My mental &lt;br /&gt;image of the cafe girl is vivid and strong. I can almost breath&lt;br /&gt;her pain. She is the ghost that hides all my hopes. I long to meet &lt;br /&gt;her someday and tell her what she means to me, what she has &lt;br /&gt;become. I need her to live, I need her to move on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this in the coffee cup while i was drinking my coffee. on fridays i go into work late, cause it's my short day. i go to the coffee cup which is a coffee shop. i read and write and drink coffee and eat cake... this is a picture i have of me, of the person that goes into the cafe, the person i am when im alone and just there in my thoughts looking for something and i just eat my cake(i don't always order the same thing) and drink my coffee and sit there and stair at the world pass me by... at life pass me by.. and it's weird cause i'm so young but the hope, it's gone cause shit happens, and oh boy does shit happen.. so this is my reality from within trying to come out. today is friday but i won't be able to go to the coffee cup because there is going to be a protest outside. so that's why i'm posting this, to remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pic, the pic belongs to &lt;a href="http://zort.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's called &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27562752/"&gt;My Muse is Gone&lt;/a&gt;. great pic, great artist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-643350178911204853?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/643350178911204853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=643350178911204853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/643350178911204853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/643350178911204853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mental-picture.html' title='My mental picture'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RmAbv4qOZII/AAAAAAAAAAk/XFpPkPtl2Ig/s72-c/my_muse_is_gone_by_zort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2138161882504237121</id><published>2007-05-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rld1hIqOZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmTr28XzH4c/s1600-h/We_Just_Stopped_Breathing_by_Spikette2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rld1hIqOZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmTr28XzH4c/s320/We_Just_Stopped_Breathing_by_Spikette2108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068649117749503074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="230" src="http://www.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnipsPL.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf&amp;amp;fileIds=f7ef8ba4-b252-4787-8680-ec12583dcbed;&amp;amp;plURL=http://www.esnips.com//plxml/150bdc9b-9a1d-401a-8b8e-c8785bedeb39/?cachePL=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/" target="_blank" style="color: #FF8000"&gt;eSnips.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy breathing… Sobby eyes… Stillness... Quietness…&lt;br /&gt;You are not a friend, you can not be considered an allied. &lt;br /&gt;You that already knows all the deep dark little secrets. You &lt;br /&gt;that I have cried and laughed with. You that I have loved and &lt;br /&gt;hated. You that I have kissed and hurt. I need to scream&lt;br /&gt;because now there is no one left to listen. You are gone and &lt;br /&gt;there is no scheduled return. You are no longer needed and &lt;br /&gt;you have been fired from my life.  You that I am indifferent to. &lt;br /&gt;You that I no longer think of. You that I have no feelings for. You &lt;br /&gt;that I am not writing about. You that I will not name. You that I &lt;br /&gt;do not wish for. There is nothing I will do to apologize. I will not &lt;br /&gt;bring you back this time. I will not cry for you anymore. I will not &lt;br /&gt;waste my time on you. No more heavy breathing. Leave behind the &lt;br /&gt;sobby eyes. Good bye to stillness. And so long to quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named it STILL because I was hearing the song still from foo fighters while I wrote this and it contradicts wat I'm saying so it's perfect! The pic is my best friends &lt;a href="http://spikette2108.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://spikette2108.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; she is a great photographer and my fav!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STIL-FOO FIGHTERS&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to walk a while &lt;br /&gt;We could waste the day &lt;br /&gt;Follow me into the trees &lt;br /&gt;I will lead the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring some change up to the bridge &lt;br /&gt;Bring some alcohol &lt;br /&gt;There we'll make a final wish &lt;br /&gt;Just before the fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be forever yours &lt;br /&gt;Promise not to say another word &lt;br /&gt;Nevermind whats done is done &lt;br /&gt;Always was a lucky one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise all alone &lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the tracks &lt;br /&gt;Hear the train come roaring in &lt;br /&gt;Never coming back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying quiet in the grass &lt;br /&gt;Everything is still &lt;br /&gt;River stones and broken bones &lt;br /&gt;Scattered on the hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be forever yours &lt;br /&gt;Promise not to say another word &lt;br /&gt;Nevermind whats done is done &lt;br /&gt;Always was a lucky one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be forever yours &lt;br /&gt;Promise not to say another word &lt;br /&gt;Here forever deep beneath the dirt &lt;br /&gt;Nevermind whats done is done &lt;br /&gt;Always was a lucky one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2138161882504237121?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2138161882504237121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2138161882504237121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2138161882504237121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2138161882504237121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/Rld1hIqOZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmTr28XzH4c/s72-c/We_Just_Stopped_Breathing_by_Spikette2108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-7365524779824461176</id><published>2007-05-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:26:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat if i...</title><content type='html'>i won't apologize since i did wat i thought was rite, wat i still think is rite... but this song has been playing not just in my head but in my computer... the wat if of it all... the wat if isn't really gonna make a difference at the end of the day.... after all it's just another thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdj.robokira.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMirrormask%20-%20If%20I%20Apologised.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Apologised-Mirrormask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I apologised&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't make it all unhappen&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't make the darkness go away&lt;br /&gt;If I apologised&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't mean I was forgiven&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't mean you wanted me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;when you seem&lt;br /&gt;to be walking into the sun&lt;br /&gt;we're on first&lt;br /&gt;unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;and we still don't know what we've done&lt;br /&gt;so we don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I apologised&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose you'd even notice&lt;br /&gt;even though I'd whisper it inside&lt;br /&gt;If I apologised&lt;br /&gt;we could be the perfect couple&lt;br /&gt;Well we could, but only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;if you ask&lt;br /&gt;for the mask&lt;br /&gt;then we're stumbling on through the dark&lt;br /&gt;But we wait&lt;br /&gt;it's too late&lt;br /&gt;And we only had to be asked&lt;br /&gt;so we don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't hurt to try it&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't hurt too much to try&lt;br /&gt;It's there beyond the quiet&lt;br /&gt;it couldn't hurt too much to fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-7365524779824461176?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7365524779824461176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=7365524779824461176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7365524779824461176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7365524779824461176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/wat-if-i.html' title='wat if i...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-4409687575228545313</id><published>2007-05-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:51:34.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not every pain hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RksCroqOZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZTU_icTvC8/s1600-h/it+hurts+here+mommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RksCroqOZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZTU_icTvC8/s200/it+hurts+here+mommy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065145154580407378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="230" src="http://www.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnipsPL.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf&amp;amp;fileIds=&amp;amp;plURL=http://www.esnips.com//plxml/1e0761d7-2f32-4668-81cc-c294dec9672d/?cachePL=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/" target="_blank" style="color: #FF8000"&gt;eSnips.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every pain hurts- Lacrimosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have the will&lt;br /&gt;You learn to forgive and to forget&lt;br /&gt;You have to -&lt;br /&gt;Collect the broken pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Humble hearted&lt;br /&gt;Stand up from the place you hide&lt;br /&gt;If i wouldn´t know to miss anything&lt;br /&gt;It couldn´t hurt me no more&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes tought to build life&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes, that fell down to ground&lt;br /&gt;Without any pain it wouldn´t be the same&lt;br /&gt;Experiences made me strong -&lt;br /&gt;Not every pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to devide&lt;br /&gt;Don´t fear the danger&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart to the light&lt;br /&gt;Live your dream and breath&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don´t always expect&lt;br /&gt;To find understanding&lt;br /&gt;It takes time&lt;br /&gt;You may loose your faith&lt;br /&gt;But don´t be afraid To find the solution&lt;br /&gt;That heavy wasn´t my load&lt;br /&gt;That i wouldn´t also try&lt;br /&gt;To carry yours&lt;br /&gt;My burning heart - unbearable!&lt;br /&gt;My optimistic mind - collapsed!&lt;br /&gt;Without any pain it wouldn´t be the same&lt;br /&gt;Experiences made me strong -&lt;br /&gt;Not every pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to devide&lt;br /&gt;Don´t fear the danger&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart to the light&lt;br /&gt;Live your dream and breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been afraid of pain and yesterday i spent the whole afternoon hearing that song. it's a very good song. i wrote this last week and the pic is of my best friend. i just hope the fear goes away.... after all not every pain hurts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in a corner and starting to feel cornered. Staring at a blade that's judging me. I just want the red tiers to run but I can't, for some reason I won't.And sitting in that corner I'm suddenly scared of the pain. The pain I live with, the one that comes out of my skin, that comes out threw my skin. It's like been paralyzed. "Siempre me encuantro dando vueltas tan rapido, cuando en realidad permanesco estatico". To be that person I run away from. The me I hide in a box under my bed and cloth. It would be much easier to just give in to temptation. Sweet blood that runs threw my veins and matches with my dress. A little place in the world for me and all my sins to rest. And a visual pain that helps me bring my insignificance to life. A bruisehere, a scar there. Bang my head against the wall, cut my leg with a broken mirror. And life goes on and no one knows and it's not safe and I don't care. And I was there and the raiser was there and my thigh was there and the blade was right on the skin waiting for that extra push and I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. The corner is getting smaller and I can hardly breath. And I'm not a believer and I'm not prayin for shit. But I stopped. I stopped. For now I stopped till yesterday comes back and then I'll start. I'm sitting in a corner and starting to feel cornered. Missing all my life as it passes right before my eyes. I think the best I can do for now is just stay in my corner and watch the world go by as I try to find new ways to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4409687575228545313?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4409687575228545313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=4409687575228545313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4409687575228545313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4409687575228545313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-every-pain-hurts.html' title='Not every pain hurts'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/RksCroqOZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lZTU_icTvC8/s72-c/it+hurts+here+mommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-7045967643011075784</id><published>2007-05-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T06:47:58.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my part</title><content type='html'>this wat i wrote in bittersweet. im very proud of it cause it was kinda hard for me to write it. i didn't want to loss wat addy had done to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am standing naked", is what she said to get my attention. "I don't feel like destroying you", was my answer. But when I turned and saw her standing, shivering so thin and fragile all I could think of was hurting her. I stared her in the eyes and slowly walked towards her. Kissed Anouk on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips (always those soft lips) and then her neck. I stopped at her breast as I just had to contemplate her nudity. Gently I toke her to the bed and made her undress me. Then I grabbed her hand and made her touch me, fell me and eventually drink from the fountain of life. I laid her on the bed and twisted her, bent her and broke a bone or two that were in my way as her eyes lite up and became morbid. By the time she came the bed sheets were filled with blood and sweat. Two souls become one, two bodies become one…Not even close to what happened that day. For the next couple of months we barely spoke and our brief encounters were just to fulfill our bodily needs. She no longer gave me what I needed and the girl in the café reading Henry Miller's Sexus and drinking an espresso was gone. Now she's an idea, a person I once knew and that now I love from far away. I need her to love me, to feel my existence and my desire and love for her. Towards the end I told her my story and she was the witness to my thoughts and dreams. I told her about my daughter and her mother, about my childhood. I told her anything I could just so that I could be a part of her. To be able to stay in her head, in her memory…The question on how did it end. Like it always does. He falls out of love, she falls in love. Well in this case, he fell in love with her and she fell out of love with him. Anouk just stop caring on how he would react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-7045967643011075784?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7045967643011075784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=7045967643011075784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7045967643011075784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/7045967643011075784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-part.html' title='my part'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-4537083092960074752</id><published>2007-05-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:11:02.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>my best friend started writing this, she also ended it. ijust put the peices together... we get each other soo well... I LOVE U ADDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouk feels her life is perfect. Perfection is the right balance to her. She needs chaos as she needs love.&lt;br /&gt;Anouk, redhaired girl from Bordeaux, France. She was 16 years old when I met her at a café. The first time I saw her she was reading Henry Miller's Sexus and having an espresso. This, naturally, made me wonder about this beautiful girl. How can a young one be interested in such books and drinking that type of coffee? What mind lies behind those stunning green eyes? Is she a perverted girl just discovering the goodness of sex or does she have more than just an interesting book? I needed to catch her attention, I needed her to notice me, I needed her in my life as much as I needed her to need me. I needed to know her. But what to do? Am I good enough for her? Will she see me as I am, a worthless piece of shit? Time past and left me here in my wondering. It forgot to give me a chance to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;I started frequenting the café everyday just to be part of her world. She came to Le Café Louis at 15:30 from Monday to Friday. She always wore her uniform so I assume she came from school. No matter what happened she never glanced away from her book unless it was to drink her coffee.&lt;br /&gt;One day she glanced at me. SHE GLANCED AT ME. Why did she glance at me? What can I possibly offer this girl? Her eyes, her eyes tell the most amazing story. Her eyes were fierce, they pierced my mind like no one ever has, as if she knew me all along, as if she knew I've been observing her all this time. She felt my shame and fear yet she smiled in a forgiving way. She put her book down and stood up very calmly. She approached my table and sat next to me. I still remember exactly what she said: "I've seen you looking at me, I've felt you looking at me. I know you ponder about me and I've pondered about you as well. I've wondered why you've taken so long to talk to me. I've wondered why you feel like you're not good enough to talk to me. I know this is the first time you've noticed me looking at you. You were so surprised I gave you a piece of my attention just now. But I've seen you many times. I've noticed you completely. I know you've been lost in your mind, so lost you missed out on the attention I've given you. I think you've come back to this café at the same time because of me. To be honest, you are the reason I've come back here. This café is not on my way from school. I take the subway and walk 10 blocks just to come here and see you. I know you're wondering now what made you so deserving of my attention. Honestly I don't know either but I'd love to find out. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Anouk feels her life is perfect. The equilibrium is perfection in her heart. On one side she finds love and on the other she finds love. On one side she finds happiness and on the other she finds conformism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am standing naked", is what she said to get my attention. "I don't feel like destroying you", was my answer. But when I turned and saw her standing, shivering so thin and fragile all I could think of was hurting her. I stared her in the eyes and slowly walked towards her. Kissed Anouk on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips (always those soft lips) and then her neck. I stopped at her breast as I just had to contemplate her nudity. Gently I toke her to the bed and made her undress me. Then I grabbed her hand and made her touch me, fell me and eventually drink from the fountain of life. I laid her on the bed and twisted her, bent her and broke a bone or two that were in my way as her eyes lite up and became morbid. By the time she came the bed sheets were filled with blood and sweat. Two souls become one, two bodies become one…&lt;br /&gt;Not even close to what happened that day. For the next couple of months we barely spoke and our brief encounters were just to fulfill our bodily needs. She no longer gave me what I needed and the girl in the café reading Henry Miller's Sexus and drinking an espresso was gone. Now she's an idea, a person I once knew and that now I love from far away. I need her to love me, to feel my existence and my desire and love for her. Towards the end I told her my story and she was the witness to my thoughts and dreams. I told her about my daughter and her mother, about my childhood. I told her anything I could just so that I could be a part of her. To be able to stay in her head, in her memory…&lt;br /&gt;The question on how did it end. Like it always does. He falls out of love, she falls in love. Well in this case, he fell in love with her and she fell out of love with him. Anouk just stop caring on how he would react. Oh beautiful girl, what have you done? All she could say was the truth, nothing else could come out of that mind. All of that that she had been holding inside all this time so he would not kill himself. She knew he was weak, she knew anything could destroy him, the touch of a feather could send him straight to the grave. But this time she thought: "I have nothing to lose now. I'm powerful. If he didn't learn with the sweet talk he might as well learn with the punches". And even though she couldn't care less about what he said, even though she knew all it came out of that clouded mind of his was and is a fallacy, a bizarre and opposite way of reasoning, she laughed at him for not being over her. She remembers him as a loser only, a father that does better by staying away than being present. She laughs at his needs to write about them, the great people that have done something important and have a meaningful future, at his sad excuse of a writing, which she thought would be intelligent for him to read what he writes before he publishes another book of his, so maybe he will realize that his life is nothing but a pathetic existence, a useless existence, a waste of space and time. Maybe someday he will grow up, she thought, and realize that this world is better off without him, and it really was. "If I had been you", she said, "I would have killed myself already in the American territory. That's what you wanted, you should have done it." She realized that it's for people like him that the world is a living hell, people that can't see beyond their small penises and fat bodies. He could never get over it or dare to study a little. "Oh, and by the way", she said, "stop doing that job, it doesn't suit you, you're not tough enough, you can't take it." She found him to be a little pansy that cried in his sleep because of what the real people had told him yet he was too blind to see that what had been said to him was nothing but the truth. He lived in denial, philosophy he said, though he wasn't even close. He was far from the truth. He used to seek truth but he didn't seek within himself first so then, perhaps, he would find the absolute truth. He is in a virgin state of mind. He has no purpose. He is useless. He is a dramatic queen. He is an oxymoron. He is a hypocrite. He is a manipulator. But most of all, he is nothing, nobody, not even shit because that's saying too much. He is irrelevant to the world. And you may wonder why now and not before. That has a simple answer: He is no longer loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-4537083092960074752?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4537083092960074752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=4537083092960074752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4537083092960074752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/4537083092960074752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/caf-louis.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472770075433258138.post-2218227679904955410</id><published>2007-05-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:19:33.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here kitty kitty</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm not a blogger but jaimico has a blog and he was all like "u need a blog" and im at work, bored, and the computer was right in front of me!!! It looked at me funny (technology items tend to do that) so I started a blog… I work in a call center for office depot in central america so for all of u a out there who even think that they will one day get a call forward to the US I suggest u call a store and quite buggin! Ok so this was my first blog, I'm gonna be a hit(only in the back of my mind)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472770075433258138-2218227679904955410?l=angiethinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2218227679904955410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472770075433258138&amp;postID=2218227679904955410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2218227679904955410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472770075433258138/posts/default/2218227679904955410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiethinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-kitty-kitty.html' title='here kitty kitty'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664775652353097842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZlxwC86kSmU/R8ywOPMqhHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AgAaLdCMf-Q/S220/Feb02-2008017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
