<?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-10242594</id><updated>2011-12-05T07:58:18.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafos do Desalento</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112834444081803696</id><published>2005-10-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:00:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Post e... O Fim</title><content type='html'>Pois é… É o final deste blog… Assumo que cometi um erro crucial em ter exposto a minha vida desta forma, por vezes sou demasiado honesto mas também já percebi uma coisa… Honestidade a mais alimenta sempre o mistério. Por uns momentos pensei que podia abrir livremente e não ter problemas de maior… mas cometi mais erros… E penso que a existência deste blog e um deles. Algumas pessoas mais distantes de mim perguntam: Estás de novo a fechar? Talvez. Quero consolidar a minha vida por dentro, onde sinto alguma paz e harmonia, onde tenho tudo o que vale a pena para viver bem e sem qualquer tipo de ilusões.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mas continuo a minha busca, a minha procura por algo que valha a pena viver, algo que me faça feliz. Já pouco importa se vou concretizar sonhos, quero apenas viver e deixar-me ir pelo que a vida tem para me oferecer. Mais tarde ou mais cedo as coisas vão mudar e esta é a minha esperança secreta.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A minha vontade de viver e grande e assim espero pelo que sempre esperei: algo que valesse a pena.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sem mais delongas:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bruno Dias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112834444081803696?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112834444081803696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112834444081803696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112834444081803696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112834444081803696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/10/100-post-e-o-fim.html' title='100 Post e... O Fim'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112818747127918573</id><published>2005-10-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T10:24:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everlasting - Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>The gap that grows between our lives&lt;br /&gt;The gap our parents never had&lt;br /&gt;Stop those thoughts control your mind&lt;br /&gt;Replace the things that you despise&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're old I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic acts for a worthless cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiven the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of refugees&lt;br /&gt;They're just like you and just like me&lt;br /&gt;But as people we have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To end the void with all its force&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget or don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same now in the end&lt;br /&gt;It was set in a different life&lt;br /&gt;Destroys my days and haunts my nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiving the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when we were winning&lt;br /&gt;When our smiles were genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unforgiving, the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now unforgiving, the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112818747127918573?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112818747127918573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112818747127918573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112818747127918573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112818747127918573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/10/everlasting-manic-street-preachers.html' title='The Everlasting - Manic Street Preachers'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112809956805630519</id><published>2005-09-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:59:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>All that you touch&lt;br /&gt;All that you see&lt;br /&gt;All that you taste&lt;br /&gt;All that you feel&lt;br /&gt;All that you love&lt;br /&gt;All that you hate&lt;br /&gt;All you distrust&lt;br /&gt;All that you save&lt;br /&gt;All that you give&lt;br /&gt;All that you deal&lt;br /&gt;All that you buy&lt;br /&gt;beg, borrow or steal&lt;br /&gt;All you create&lt;br /&gt;All you destroy&lt;br /&gt;All that you do&lt;br /&gt;All that you say&lt;br /&gt;All that you eat&lt;br /&gt;everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;All that you slight&lt;br /&gt;everyone you fight&lt;br /&gt;All that is now&lt;br /&gt;All that is gone&lt;br /&gt;All that's to come&lt;br /&gt;And everything under the sun is in tune&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dark side of the moon really.&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact it's all dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112809956805630519?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112809956805630519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112809956805630519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112809956805630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112809956805630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/eclipse-pink-floyd.html' title='Eclipse - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112800613647456594</id><published>2005-09-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:02:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older&lt;br /&gt;And shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home again&lt;br /&gt;I like to be here when I can&lt;br /&gt;When I come home cold and tired&lt;br /&gt;It's good to warm my bones beside the fire&lt;br /&gt;Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell&lt;br /&gt;Calls the faithful to their knees&lt;br /&gt;And hear the softly spoken magic spell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112800613647456594?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112800613647456594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112800613647456594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112800613647456594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112800613647456594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-pink-floyd.html' title='Time - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112791063630189503</id><published>2005-09-28T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T05:30:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plug in Baby - Muse</title><content type='html'>I've exposed your lies, baby&lt;br /&gt;The underneath is no big surprise&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for changing&lt;br /&gt;And cleansing everything&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;br /&gt;Is tired of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t confuse&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're gonna lose your own game&lt;br /&gt;Change me, replace the envying&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;br /&gt;Is tired of living&lt;br /&gt;And I feel your loving,&lt;br /&gt;Mine is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been in trouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112791063630189503?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112791063630189503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112791063630189503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112791063630189503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112791063630189503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/plug-in-baby-muse.html' title='Plug in Baby - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112776946817604670</id><published>2005-09-26T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:17:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black-Eyed - Placebo</title><content type='html'>I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderlining schizo&lt;br /&gt;And guaranteed to cause a fuss&lt;br /&gt;I was never loyal&lt;br /&gt;Except to my own pleasure zone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderline bipolar&lt;br /&gt;Forever biting on your nuts&lt;br /&gt;I was never grateful&lt;br /&gt;That's why I spend my days alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home (Broken home)&lt;br /&gt;Black-eyed [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderlining schizo&lt;br /&gt;And guaranteed to cause a fuss&lt;br /&gt;I was never loyal&lt;br /&gt;Except to my own pleasure zone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home (Broken home)&lt;br /&gt;Black-eyed [repeat]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112776946817604670?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112776946817604670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112776946817604670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112776946817604670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112776946817604670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-eyed-placebo.html' title='Black-Eyed - Placebo'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112742591806455863</id><published>2005-09-22T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:51:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Out - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>In my mind&lt;br /&gt;And nailed into my heels&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;Killing what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I touch&lt;br /&gt;(all wrapped up in cotton wool&lt;br /&gt;all wrapped up and sugar coated)&lt;br /&gt;Turns to stone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I touch&lt;br /&gt;Turns stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fused&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I blow out&lt;br /&gt;I am glued&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I crack up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I touch turns to stone&lt;br /&gt;Everything I touch&lt;br /&gt;(all wrapped up in cotton wool&lt;br /&gt;all wrapped up and sugar coated)&lt;br /&gt;Turns stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112742591806455863?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112742591806455863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112742591806455863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112742591806455863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112742591806455863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/blow-out-radiohead.html' title='Blow Out - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112739335320090640</id><published>2005-09-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T05:49:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself - Audioslave</title><content type='html'>Someone falls to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin all alone&lt;br /&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;br /&gt;To finally drift away&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;br /&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;br /&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;br /&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And another only pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;Down inside himself he prays&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;br /&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Another runs away&lt;br /&gt;Separate or united?&lt;br /&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up&lt;br /&gt;With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck&lt;br /&gt;don't lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything will end up alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may win or lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112739335320090640?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112739335320090640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112739335320090640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112739335320090640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112739335320090640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-yourself-audioslave.html' title='Be Yourself - Audioslave'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112726982740692135</id><published>2005-09-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:36:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refugees - The Tears</title><content type='html'>You are the dust and&lt;br /&gt;I am the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lets go out in the rust and&lt;br /&gt;Let's gather the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take to the streets&lt;br /&gt;You and I we're life's refugees&lt;br /&gt;But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stain the pavements&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Our love is our saviour&lt;br /&gt;Our life is our grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take to the streets&lt;br /&gt;You and I we're life's refugees&lt;br /&gt;But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we're all refugees&lt;br /&gt;And we're all drifting like leaves&lt;br /&gt;But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll live for the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And smile through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all refugees&lt;br /&gt;And we're all drifting like leaves&lt;br /&gt;But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take to the streets&lt;br /&gt;You and I compete with the freaks&lt;br /&gt;And like Bonnie and Clyde we're free&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing between us&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing between us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112726982740692135?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112726982740692135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112726982740692135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112726982740692135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112726982740692135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/refugees-tears_20.html' title='Refugees - The Tears'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112722209758467793</id><published>2005-09-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:14:57.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To? - Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>When I woke up tonight I said I'm&lt;br /&gt;Going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky, lucky, you're so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want to go where I never let you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want a go of what I'd never let you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend and he's so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend and I knew him before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend and we're so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend and I blew him before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Transmission party&lt;br /&gt;I love your friends, they're all so arty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112722209758467793?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112722209758467793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112722209758467793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112722209758467793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112722209758467793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-want-to-franz-ferdinand.html' title='Do You Want To? - Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112716904320060416</id><published>2005-09-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:17:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desabafo Necessario</title><content type='html'>Bem eu pensei muito neste texto durante este mes que passou. Deitei muita coisa cá para fora e agora tudo parece mais seguro, dentro de mim há outro ambiente e as coisas parecem me claras. E agora que volto, resta afirmar alguns dos tópicos importantes, talvez porque o ano que passou mexeu em quase todas as minhas emoções.Ora então comecemos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O início da faculdade foi prometedor mas desde inicio sabia que estava condenado ao fracasso… só não esperava que fosse tão semelhante ao que tinha acontecido aos tempos do Gil, o que prova uma coisa muito simples: o culpado fui sempre eu. Mas desta vez percebi os meus erros e na sua maioria eram perfeitamente dispensáveis. Não sei se os posso corrigir… mas também sei que posso mudar a minha atitude. Não sei se isso pode mudar alguma coisa… mas alguém disse e com razão: “os ambientes somos nós que os criamos”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo não vale a pena falar em passado e devemos e olhar para a frente. E agora que as promessas acabaram posso pensar sem ilusões. Ate porque não quero voltar a sonhar, porque estou profundamente cansado de sonhar… de me iludir… de me humilhar por puras ilusões que não tem outro nome…&lt;br /&gt;Mas há mais: quem espera de mim uma personagem… esqueçam-me, quem espera de mim um idiota… esqueçam-me, aos que me substimam... esses entum... podem continuar mas e daquelas coisas... se tiverem o azar de eu ter-me apercebido... ja sabem, a quem nunca dei uma hipótese para se revelar… não sei… mas também sei de uma coisa: as boas pessoas apareceram naturalmente e não tenho que andar a procura delas…&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a única promessa que quero que fique de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viverei com os pés assentes na realidade, onde sei que realmente serei feliz. E quando saio daquele mundo onde as promessas imperam e vejo o ambiente que me rodeia… é a minha grande vitoria. Cada vez apetece-me sair da faculdade para ir ter com eles e finalmente orgulho-me em dizer: vou ter com a malta. E sinto-me verdadeiramente melhor. Ate porque no fundo: “SÓ CONTA QUEM CÁ ESTÁ”. E vou lutar por eles, pelos que lutaram por mim, pelos que estiveram sempre do meu lado e que tem gosto em estar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que acontecer daqui para a frente, seguirá esta insígnia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Will Flow – Suede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só viverei desta ilusão… “I Feel My Luck Could Change” – Lucky, Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS COISAS VAO MELHORAR… Disso não tenho duvidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112716904320060416?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112716904320060416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112716904320060416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112716904320060416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112716904320060416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-desabafo-necessario.html' title='O Desabafo Necessario'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112706182064665330</id><published>2005-09-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:43:40.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drowners - Suede</title><content type='html'>Won't someone give me a gun?&lt;br /&gt;oh well it's for my brother&lt;br /&gt;well he writes the line wrote down my spine&lt;br /&gt;It says "Oh do you believe in love there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slow down, slow down, you're taking me over&lt;br /&gt;And so we drown, sir we drown, stop taking me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone give me some fun?&lt;br /&gt;(and as the skin flies all around us)&lt;br /&gt;We kiss in his room to a popular tune&lt;br /&gt;Oh, real drowners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down, slow down, you're taking me over&lt;br /&gt;And so we drown, sir we drown,&lt;br /&gt;stop takin' me over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112706182064665330?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112706182064665330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112706182064665330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112706182064665330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112706182064665330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/drowners-suede.html' title='The Drowners - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112698026315760787</id><published>2005-09-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:04:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want None of This - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>You can keep what you want&lt;br /&gt;I want none of this&lt;br /&gt;They're just bad memories&lt;br /&gt;I don't want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You can pack it all up&lt;br /&gt;And be gone&lt;br /&gt;And be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it matters to you&lt;br /&gt;You can sell it all out&lt;br /&gt;If the price feels right&lt;br /&gt;I won't judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get off your knees&lt;br /&gt;You'll be out on a breeze&lt;br /&gt;Take a lesson from me&lt;br /&gt;Don't get stuck on a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112698026315760787?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112698026315760787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112698026315760787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112698026315760787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112698026315760787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-none-of-this-radiohead.html' title='I Want None of This - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112680646347175251</id><published>2005-09-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:47:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacle 1 - Interpol</title><content type='html'>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;&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, oh she's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's different now that I'm poor and aging&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;And we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm&lt;br /&gt;And we can top the old times clay making that nothing else will change&lt;br /&gt;&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, oh she's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different now that I'm poor and aging&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see this place again&lt;br /&gt;You'll go stabing yourself in the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's different now that I'm poor and aging&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see this place again&lt;br /&gt;You'll go stabing 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 said she puts the weights into my little heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She packs away, she packs away, she packs away, she packs away,&lt;br /&gt;She packs away, she packs away, she packs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough&lt;br /&gt;She puts the weights in my heart&lt;br /&gt;She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112680646347175251?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112680646347175251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112680646347175251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112680646347175251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112680646347175251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/obstacle-1-interpol.html' title='Obstacle 1 - Interpol'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112674711247775405</id><published>2005-09-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:18:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbag - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>In the next world war&lt;br /&gt;A jackknifed juggernaut&lt;br /&gt;I am born again&lt;br /&gt;In the neon sign&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling up and down&lt;br /&gt;I am born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interstellar burst&lt;br /&gt;I am back to save the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a deep deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;Of the innocent&lt;br /&gt;I am born again&lt;br /&gt;In a fast German car&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I survived&lt;br /&gt;An airbag saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interstellar burst&lt;br /&gt;I am back to save the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interstellar burst&lt;br /&gt;I am back to save the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interstellar burst&lt;br /&gt;I am back to save the universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112674711247775405?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112674711247775405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112674711247775405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112674711247775405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112674711247775405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/09/airbag-radiohead.html' title='Airbag - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112456847795177788</id><published>2005-08-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:07:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day</title><content type='html'>I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112456847795177788?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112456847795177788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112456847795177788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112456847795177788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112456847795177788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/08/boulevard-of-broken-dreams-green-day.html' title='Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112298860781164050</id><published>2005-08-02T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:17:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>(It starts with)&lt;br /&gt;One thing / I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried&lt;br /&gt;so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing / I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself how&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised it got so (far)&lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112298860781164050?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112298860781164050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112298860781164050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112298860781164050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112298860781164050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-end-linkin-park.html' title='In The End - Linkin Park'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112281900225495254</id><published>2005-07-31T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T07:10:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Inc - Gorillaz</title><content type='html'>City's breaking down on a camel’s back.&lt;br /&gt;They just have to go 'cos they dont hold back&lt;br /&gt;So all you fill the streets it’s appealing to see&lt;br /&gt;You wont get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free&lt;br /&gt;You've got a new horizon It's ephermal style.&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy town where we never smile.&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna hear is the message beep.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I dont get sleep, no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;br /&gt;Learn forever hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in on your stride&lt;br /&gt;It is sticking, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;br /&gt;Let’s turn forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,&lt;br /&gt;Lining them up-a like ass cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, homies, at the track&lt;br /&gt;its my chocolate attack.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here&lt;br /&gt;Care bear bumping in the heart of this here&lt;br /&gt;watch me as I gravitate&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, we gonna go ghost town,&lt;br /&gt;this motown,&lt;br /&gt;with yo sound&lt;br /&gt;you're in the place&lt;br /&gt;you gonna bite the dust&lt;br /&gt;Cant fight with us&lt;br /&gt;With yo sound&lt;br /&gt;you kill the INC.&lt;br /&gt;so dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;until you're cheddar header.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, watch the way I navigate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;br /&gt;Learn forever hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in on your stride&lt;br /&gt;It is sticking, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;br /&gt;Let’s turn forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;we are your captains in it&lt;br /&gt;steady,&lt;br /&gt;watch me navigate,&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop, get it, get it&lt;br /&gt;we are your captains in it&lt;br /&gt;steady, watch me navigate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112281900225495254?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112281900225495254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112281900225495254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112281900225495254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112281900225495254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/feel-good-inc-gorillaz.html' title='Feel Good Inc - Gorillaz'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112238327102677119</id><published>2005-07-26T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T06:07:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Go - 3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>One more kiss could be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;But one more lie could be the worst&lt;br /&gt;And all these thoughts are never resting&lt;br /&gt;And you're not something I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;This world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;In this world there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;And this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream ahead to what I hope for&lt;br /&gt;And I turn my back on loving you&lt;br /&gt;How can this love be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;When I know what I'm goin through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;This world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;In this world there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;And this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Just Let me goo...&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape these things inside I know&lt;br /&gt;I knowww..&lt;br /&gt;When all the pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You will be the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;Who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't know Who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112238327102677119?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112238327102677119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112238327102677119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112238327102677119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112238327102677119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-me-go-3-doors-down.html' title='Let Me Go - 3 Doors Down'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112197139635574372</id><published>2005-07-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:43:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century Digital Boy - Bad Religion</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want it, the things you're offering me&lt;br /&gt;Symbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys&lt;br /&gt;My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual&lt;br /&gt;My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it, the things you're saying to me&lt;br /&gt;It's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys&lt;br /&gt;My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual&lt;br /&gt;My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to tell you about no control&lt;br /&gt;But now I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;And then you told me how bad you had to suffer&lt;br /&gt;Is that really all you have to offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm a 21st century digital boy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys&lt;br /&gt;My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual&lt;br /&gt;My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life a mystery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112197139635574372?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112197139635574372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112197139635574372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112197139635574372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112197139635574372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/21st-century-digital-boy-bad-religion.html' title='21st Century Digital Boy - Bad Religion'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112171448092835034</id><published>2005-07-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:21:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born - Muse</title><content type='html'>Link it to the world&lt;br /&gt;        Link it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;        Stretch it like a birth squeeze&lt;br /&gt;        The love for what you hide&lt;br /&gt;        The bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;        Is growing like the new born&lt;br /&gt;        When you've seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;        Too much, too young, young&lt;br /&gt;        Soulless is everywhere         &lt;p&gt;Hopeless time to roam&lt;br /&gt;         The distance to your home&lt;br /&gt;         Fades away to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;         How much are you worth&lt;br /&gt;         You can't come down to earth&lt;br /&gt;         You’re swelling up, you're unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;         'cause you've seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;         Too much, too young, young&lt;br /&gt;         Soulless is everywhere&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Destroy the spineless&lt;br /&gt;         Show me it's real&lt;br /&gt;         Wasting our last chance&lt;br /&gt;         To come away&lt;br /&gt;         Just break the silence&lt;br /&gt;         'cause I’m drifting away&lt;br /&gt;         Away from you&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Link it to the world&lt;br /&gt;         Link it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;         Stretch it like it's a birth squeeze&lt;br /&gt;         And the love for what you hide&lt;br /&gt;         And the bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;         Is growing like the new born&lt;br /&gt;         When you've seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;         Too much, too young, young&lt;br /&gt;         Soulless is everywhere&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Destroy the spineless&lt;br /&gt;         Show me it's real&lt;br /&gt;         Wasting their last chance&lt;br /&gt;         To come away&lt;br /&gt;         Just break the silence&lt;br /&gt;       ‘cause I'm drifting away&lt;br /&gt;         Away from you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112171448092835034?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112171448092835034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112171448092835034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112171448092835034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112171448092835034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-born-muse.html' title='New Born - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112128470318362971</id><published>2005-07-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:58:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did My Time - Korn</title><content type='html'>Realized I can never win&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I have failed&lt;br /&gt;Inside where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;My mind is laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why am I to blame&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we suppose to be the same&lt;br /&gt;That's why I will never tame&lt;br /&gt;This thing that's burning in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who chose my path&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;I feel the life pulled from me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the anger changing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can never tell&lt;br /&gt;If I've got something after me&lt;br /&gt;That's why I just beg and plead&lt;br /&gt;For this curse to leave me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why am I to blame&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we suppose to be the same&lt;br /&gt;That's why I will never tame&lt;br /&gt;This thing that's burning in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who chose my path&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;I feel the life pulled from me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the anger changing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed&lt;br /&gt;I feel so enslaved&lt;br /&gt;I really Tried&lt;br /&gt;I did my time&lt;br /&gt;I did my time&lt;br /&gt;I did my time&lt;br /&gt;I did my time&lt;br /&gt;I did my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who choose my path&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;I feel the life pulled from me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the anger changing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, the anger's changing me [x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112128470318362971?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112128470318362971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112128470318362971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112128470318362971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112128470318362971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/did-my-time-korn.html' title='Did My Time - Korn'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112108817218883832</id><published>2005-07-11T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T06:22:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Souls - Ours</title><content type='html'>Pray, i don't know if it's sacred, or not&lt;br /&gt;you say, that we can fall apart at anytime&lt;br /&gt;breathe for the whole world...we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;they starve for the love...that we supply&lt;br /&gt;feed from their eyes, dream you're alive, and feel feel&lt;br /&gt;the beast flies tonight, and the world he describes&lt;br /&gt;suffer...suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid, i don't know if we're heading for a fall&lt;br /&gt;you jump into the front to say you're apart of it all&lt;br /&gt;feed from their eyes, dream your alive, and feel feel&lt;br /&gt;the beast flies tonight, and the world he describes&lt;br /&gt;suffer...suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we feed from their eyes, dream we're alive to feel&lt;br /&gt;the beast flies tonight, the world he describes&lt;br /&gt;suffer...suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the fallen souls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112108817218883832?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112108817218883832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112108817218883832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112108817218883832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112108817218883832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/fallen-souls-ours_11.html' title='Fallen Souls - Ours'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112100098977536340</id><published>2005-07-10T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:09:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking After You - Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>Tonight I’m tangled in my blanket of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming aloud&lt;br /&gt;Things just won’t do without you, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your back, I’m on your back, I’m on your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d accept surrender, I’ll give up some more&lt;br /&gt;Weren’t you adored&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be without you, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your back, I’m on your back, I’m on your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heart is cracked in two, I’m on your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be without you, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your back, I’m on your back, I’m on your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heart is cracked in two, I’m on your back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112100098977536340?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112100098977536340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112100098977536340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112100098977536340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112100098977536340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/walking-after-you-foo-fighters.html' title='Walking After You - Foo Fighters'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112091735984958695</id><published>2005-07-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T06:56:50.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride - The Vines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/g26532gux2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/g26532gux2w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the start, the middle, and the end&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad the universe pretends&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get this message home&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm gonna hate alone&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me unless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored aloud ignore the right to be&lt;br /&gt;Invite me down because we like to see&lt;br /&gt;The colours through your loaded mind&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world and liberate our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting a long life&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me home&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112091735984958695?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112091735984958695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112091735984958695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112091735984958695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112091735984958695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/ride-vines.html' title='Ride - The Vines'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112078173723728006</id><published>2005-07-07T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:29:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Sabor da Vida</title><content type='html'>Depois de um ano estranho que acabou que conclusao posso chegar? A realidade continua a ser sempre o melhor caminho. Sofrer por fantasmas e definitivamente inutil e ja se vai tornando um habito... mas que desisti. E estes dias depois do fim da faculdade provam isso. As pessoas que me rodeiam e que me orgulho de chamar amigos e eles sempre foram uma realidade. Muito eles me aturam... mas a paciencia deles vale por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora nao quero estar parado, nem pretendo. Sinto-me com demasiada energia para ficar deprimido, ja nao sinto todo o aglomerar de energia desprezada sem sentido, sinto antes um formigueiro dentro de mim a gritar pela vida. Aquela que nunca vivi... mas que agora quero vive-la com todas as minhas forças. E quais sao as minhas esperanças? Nao quero esperar nada e sobretudo nao quero alimentar esperanças... o efeito surpresa e definitivamente o melhor de tudo. A ideia de que alguem especial vai aparecer inesperadamente no meio do nada parece-me agradavel ate porque ja nao sinto a ansiedade por algo ou alguem... Estou por tudo e o que aparecer... vamos a isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112078173723728006?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112078173723728006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112078173723728006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112078173723728006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112078173723728006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/ao-sabor-da-vida.html' title='Ao Sabor da Vida'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112076415648258652</id><published>2005-07-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:22:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabolic Scheme - The Hives</title><content type='html'>Alive!&lt;br /&gt;Dead!&lt;br /&gt;I was inside your head!&lt;br /&gt;Had time well spent, I got your mind well bent&lt;br /&gt;Snuck back into shade&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;You searched the globe for them perfect looks&lt;br /&gt;And you searched for answers in all your books&lt;br /&gt;And finally by diabolic ascent here I am&lt;br /&gt;Said it's just a diabolic&lt;br /&gt;A diablolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Said it's just a diabolic&lt;br /&gt;A diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;That's me all right, like purity white, and like viciousness black&lt;br /&gt;I give a little then I take it back&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooooooo can you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;So what's the attraction?&lt;br /&gt;The suckers sing&lt;br /&gt;Prolific depth or static cling?&lt;br /&gt;Well from greatness to greatness is where I span&lt;br /&gt;You have me for a moment grab on while you can&lt;br /&gt;Said it's just a diabolic&lt;br /&gt;A diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Said it's just a diabolic&lt;br /&gt;A diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Diabolic scheme&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, oooo, oooooooo oo ooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, oooo, oooooooo oo ooo&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112076415648258652?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112076415648258652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112076415648258652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112076415648258652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112076415648258652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/diabolic-scheme-hives.html' title='Diabolic Scheme - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112068690916060767</id><published>2005-07-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:55:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy</title><content type='html'>I find you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;After dreams of distant signs&lt;br /&gt;You pour yourself over me&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun through the blinds&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;And get me out&lt;br /&gt;Keep me walking&lt;br /&gt;But never shout&lt;br /&gt;Hold the secret close&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It throws about&lt;br /&gt;It takes you in&lt;br /&gt;And spits you out&lt;br /&gt;It spits you out&lt;br /&gt;When you desire&lt;br /&gt;To conquer it&lt;br /&gt;To feel you're higher&lt;br /&gt;To follow it&lt;br /&gt;You must be clean&lt;br /&gt;With mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That you do mean&lt;br /&gt;Move the heart&lt;br /&gt;Switch the pace&lt;br /&gt;Look for what seems out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;Calling like a distant wind&lt;br /&gt;Through the zero hour we'll walk&lt;br /&gt;Cut the thick and break the thin&lt;br /&gt;No sound to break no moment clear&lt;br /&gt;When all the doubts are crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Crashing hard into the secret wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Changing colour&lt;br /&gt;Spinning yarns&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It leaves you dry&lt;br /&gt;It cuts you up&lt;br /&gt;It takes you high&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It's painted gold&lt;br /&gt;Is it honey&lt;br /&gt;Is it gold&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It throws about&lt;br /&gt;It takes you in&lt;br /&gt;And spits you out&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;It throws about&lt;br /&gt;It takes you in&lt;br /&gt;And spits you out&lt;br /&gt;It spits you out&lt;br /&gt;When you desire&lt;br /&gt;To conquer it&lt;br /&gt;To feel you're higher&lt;br /&gt;To follow it&lt;br /&gt;You must be clean&lt;br /&gt;With mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That you do mean&lt;br /&gt;Move the heart&lt;br /&gt;Switch the pace&lt;br /&gt;Look for what&lt;br /&gt;Seems out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's o.k.&lt;br /&gt;It goes this way&lt;br /&gt;The line is thin&lt;br /&gt;It twists away&lt;br /&gt;Cuts you up&lt;br /&gt;It throws about&lt;br /&gt;Keep me walking&lt;br /&gt;But never shout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112068690916060767?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112068690916060767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112068690916060767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112068690916060767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112068690916060767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/cuts-you-up-peter-murphy.html' title='Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112060050315673013</id><published>2005-07-05T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:55:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God put a Smile Upon my Face - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>Where do we go, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say I'm on my way down&lt;br /&gt;God give me style and give me grace&lt;br /&gt;God put a smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say I wasted all your time&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey honey&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go to fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;God put a smile upon your face yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;And ah, when you work out where to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;Your guess is as good as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say you're on your way down when&lt;br /&gt;God gave you style and gave you grace,&lt;br /&gt;And put a smile upon your face oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when you work it out I want it to&lt;br /&gt;And ah, when you work out where to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as good as mine, It's as good as mine&lt;br /&gt;It's as good as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as mine, as good as mine,&lt;br /&gt;As good as mine, as good as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go, nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say you're on your way down when&lt;br /&gt;God gave you style and gave you grace&lt;br /&gt;And put a smile upon your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112060050315673013?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112060050315673013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112060050315673013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112060050315673013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112060050315673013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-put-smile-upon-my-face-coldplay.html' title='God put a Smile Upon my Face - Coldplay'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112049200724469202</id><published>2005-07-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:46:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die, All Right - The Hives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/f69097a1lsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/f69097a1lsg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey! I've got a message and tonight and Im gonna send it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I had a body and men with knives wanted to lend it.&lt;br /&gt;Sold my body to the company&lt;br /&gt;so I got the money now away I go and I say thank you Mr CEO.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I've got some money and tonight Im gonna spend it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! They gave me a paper&lt;br /&gt;and I went ahead and penned it and I say thank you Mr CEO.&lt;br /&gt;I filled my pockets now I might as well -&lt;br /&gt;Die! cause I found the backdoor out of teenage hell - all right!&lt;br /&gt;Filed my account cause I might in fact - Die!&lt;br /&gt;But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back - all right.&lt;br /&gt;I.....'m gonna die....&lt;br /&gt;Heavy morals seem so light but when it comes to cash I'm gonna die all right!&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I lost the money seems like I can't comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Got a hole in my head gotta gotta mend it.&lt;br /&gt;Too messed up to sit and settle down.&lt;br /&gt;Too messed up to even mess around.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why your smiling Mr CEO.&lt;br /&gt;I filled my pockets now I might as well -&lt;br /&gt;Die! cause I found the backdoor out of teenage hell - all right!&lt;br /&gt;Filed my account cause I might in fact - Die!&lt;br /&gt;But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back - all right.&lt;br /&gt;I.....'m gonna die.... but not right now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah why don't you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;I got the money now I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Except the tics won't go away oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel tonight is gonna make me die all right.&lt;br /&gt;I filled my pockets now I might as well - Die! cause I found the backdoor out of teenage hell - all right!&lt;br /&gt;Filed my account cause I might in fact - Die!&lt;br /&gt;But I rely on science, yeah to bring me back - all right.&lt;br /&gt;I.....'m gonna die....&lt;br /&gt;Heavy morals seem so light but when it comes to cash I'm gonna die all right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112049200724469202?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112049200724469202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112049200724469202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112049200724469202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112049200724469202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/die-all-right-hives.html' title='Die, All Right - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112039582747075339</id><published>2005-07-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T06:03:47.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating on You - Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/g55562feyik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/g55562feyik.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Goodbye girl, because I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, it isn't over&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, because it's only love&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, you know you want me&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, yes I'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, you know it's only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're cheating on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, you are are the only one&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, I know you want me&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, you are the only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, now if you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, why don't you join me&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, you know it's only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, watch out! Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, goodbye girl&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye girl, goodbye girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112039582747075339?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112039582747075339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112039582747075339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112039582747075339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112039582747075339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheating-on-you-franz-ferdinand.html' title='Cheating on You - Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112030618791746199</id><published>2005-07-02T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:09:47.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Out and Play  - The Offspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/g78433xh6xm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/g78433xh6xm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep 'em separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Like a spreading disease&lt;br /&gt;The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Getting weapons with the greatest of ease&lt;br /&gt;The gangs stake their own campus locale&lt;br /&gt;And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal&lt;br /&gt;If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna bash it up bash it up bash it up bash it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man you talkin' back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Take him out&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep 'em separated&lt;br /&gt;Hey man you disrespecting me?&lt;br /&gt;Take him out&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep 'em separated&lt;br /&gt;Hey they don't pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time&lt;br /&gt;Hey come out and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you hear the siren&lt;br /&gt;It's already too late&lt;br /&gt;One goes to the morgue and the other to jail&lt;br /&gt;One guy's wasted and the other's a waste&lt;br /&gt;It goes down the same as the thousands before&lt;br /&gt;No one's getting smarter&lt;br /&gt;No one's learning to score&lt;br /&gt;Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna tie your own rope tie your own rope tie your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man you disrespecting me?&lt;br /&gt;Take him out&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep 'em separated&lt;br /&gt;Hey man you talkin' back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Take him out&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep 'em separated&lt;br /&gt;Hey they don't pay no mind&lt;br /&gt;If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time&lt;br /&gt;Hey come out and play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112030618791746199?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112030618791746199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112030618791746199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112030618791746199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112030618791746199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/come-out-and-play-offspring.html' title='Come Out and Play  - The Offspring'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112021842674302471</id><published>2005-07-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:47:06.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knives Out - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/e78695eusx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/e78695eusx4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;                            He's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;                            Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                            He's not coming back                            &lt;p&gt;So knives out&lt;br /&gt;                           Catch the mouse&lt;br /&gt;                           Don't look down&lt;br /&gt;                           Shove it in your mouth&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;If you'd been a dog&lt;br /&gt;                           They would have drowned you at birth&lt;br /&gt;                           Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                           It's the only way you'll know I'm tellin' the truth&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;So knives out&lt;br /&gt;                           Cook him up&lt;br /&gt;                           Squash his head&lt;br /&gt;                           Put him in the pot&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;                           He's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;                           He's bloated and frozen&lt;br /&gt;                           Still, there's no point in letting it go to waste&lt;/p&gt;                            So knives out&lt;br /&gt;                            Catch the mouse&lt;br /&gt;                            Square his head&lt;br /&gt;                            Put him in the pot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112021842674302471?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112021842674302471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112021842674302471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112021842674302471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112021842674302471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/07/knives-out-radiohead.html' title='Knives Out - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112014264512011685</id><published>2005-06-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:44:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Inside - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/f76975r9k0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/f76975r9k0d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don’t know who to trust no surprise&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone feels so far away from me)&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts sift through dust and the lies&lt;br /&gt;(Trying not to break but I’m so tired of this deceit)&lt;br /&gt;(Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet)&lt;br /&gt;(All I ever think about is this)&lt;br /&gt;(All the tiring time between)&lt;br /&gt;(And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take everything from the inside and throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension is building inside steadily&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone feels so far away from me)&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me&lt;br /&gt;(Trying not to break but I’m so tired of this deceit)&lt;br /&gt;(Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet)&lt;br /&gt;(All I ever think about is this)&lt;br /&gt;(All the tiring time between)&lt;br /&gt;(And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take everything from the inside and throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste myself on you&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Waste myself on you&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take everything from the inside and throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from the inside and just throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112014264512011685?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112014264512011685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112014264512011685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112014264512011685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112014264512011685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-inside-linkin-park.html' title='From The Inside - Linkin Park'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112007374168479533</id><published>2005-06-29T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:39:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me Bad - Korn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/f29545bwo3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/f29545bwo3n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation&lt;br /&gt;There's so much shit around me&lt;br /&gt;Such a lack of compassion&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun and games (it would be fun and games)&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it's all the same (it's all the same)&lt;br /&gt;I want something to do&lt;br /&gt;Need to feel sickness in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the reason as it's leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No, not again&lt;br /&gt;It's quite deceiving, as I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;The flesh made me bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is look for you&lt;br /&gt;I need a fix&lt;br /&gt;You need it to&lt;br /&gt;Just to get some sort of attention&lt;br /&gt;Attention&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's something I just do&lt;br /&gt;I want something&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the sickness in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the reason, as it's leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No, not again&lt;br /&gt;It's quite deceiving, as I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;The flesh made me bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make me bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112007374168479533?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112007374168479533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112007374168479533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112007374168479533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112007374168479533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/make-me-bad-korn.html' title='Make me Bad - Korn'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-112000023612733532</id><published>2005-06-28T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:10:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/d544430209i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/400/d544430209i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm on a roll&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm on a roll&lt;br /&gt;                    This time&lt;br /&gt;                    I feel my luck could change&lt;br /&gt;                    Kill my Sarah&lt;br /&gt;                    Kill me again&lt;br /&gt;                    With love&lt;br /&gt;                    It's gonna be a glorious day                    &lt;p&gt;Pull me out of the aircrash&lt;br /&gt;                   Pull me out of the lake&lt;br /&gt;                   I'm your superhero&lt;br /&gt;                   We are standing on the edge&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The head of state&lt;br /&gt;                   Has called for me by name&lt;br /&gt;                   But I don't have time for him&lt;br /&gt;                   It's gonna be a glorious day&lt;br /&gt;                   I feel my luck could change&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Pull me out of the aircrash&lt;br /&gt;                   Pull me out of the lake&lt;br /&gt;                   I'm your superhero&lt;br /&gt;                   We are standing on the edge&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are standing on the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-112000023612733532?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/112000023612733532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=112000023612733532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112000023612733532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/112000023612733532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/lucky-radiohead.html' title='Lucky - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111987728124061942</id><published>2005-06-27T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:01:21.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended - Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/showbiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/showbiz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could be my unintended,&lt;br /&gt;      Choice to live my life extended,&lt;br /&gt;      You could be the one I'll always love.       &lt;p&gt;You could be the one who listens,&lt;br /&gt;       To my deepest inquisitions,&lt;br /&gt;       You could be the one I'll always love.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can,&lt;br /&gt;       But I'm busy mending broken,&lt;br /&gt;       Pieces of the life I had before.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;First there was the one who challenged,&lt;br /&gt;       All my dreams and all my balance,&lt;br /&gt;       She could never be as good as you.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;You could be my unintended,&lt;br /&gt;       Choice to live my life extended,&lt;br /&gt;       You should be the one I'll always love.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can,&lt;br /&gt;       But I'm busy mending broken,&lt;br /&gt;       Pieces of the life I had before.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can,&lt;br /&gt;       But I'm busy mending broken,&lt;br /&gt;       Pieces of the life I had before.&lt;br /&gt;       Before you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111987728124061942?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111987728124061942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111987728124061942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111987728124061942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111987728124061942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/unintended-muse_27.html' title='Unintended - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111978974068392620</id><published>2005-06-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T05:42:20.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T - The Hives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/1600/f22408xhodf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2188/653/320/f22408xhodf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You laugh at me and call me i-d-i-o-t.&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and turn your back cause I'm not like you're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not a question - a question of low iq.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if it was well then the answer wouldn't be me but you.&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, don't know who the hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be i-d-i-o-t a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, yeah thats me i-d-i-o-t.&lt;br /&gt;I put with being laughed at cause I put up with being me.&lt;br /&gt;And then on artificial someone says I'm the i-d-i-o-t.&lt;br /&gt;But I got motivation yeah I pretty much love it all.&lt;br /&gt;To make your artificial nation stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm in a band.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am up against a mighty mighty man.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm satisfied with being, being one of the lucky few.&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be the ones laughing knowing that the joke is gonna be on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111978974068392620?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111978974068392620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111978974068392620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111978974068392620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111978974068392620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/aka-i-d-i-o-t-hives.html' title='A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111966553051812902</id><published>2005-06-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:12:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Morning, A New Hope</title><content type='html'>Os dias sao cada vez mais deprimentes, mas a vida esta cada vez melhor... Nao que tenha existido uma mudança importante, mas que a vida ganhou algo de novo? Sem duvida. A solidao acabou-se. Finalmente posso dizer: vou ter com a minha malta, com o meu grupo de amigos. Esta foi a minha grande vitoria nestes dias. E o desespero? Ele continua por ca, mas nao faz la muito sentido. Perfiro a surpresa por um momento especial que pode acontecer a qualquer momento e ai... tudo pode acontecer. E para este momento que eu vivo, que redirijo todas as minhas esperanças e acredito todos os dias da minha vida que vai acontecer algo. Cada amanhecer e como uma nova esperança para algo de novo e acredito que pode tudo mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Desespero apenas acalmou-se, mas o sonho esta vivo... Escuso de procurar, porque alguem vai aparecer e depois acontecera algo, algo inesquecivel... Mas sera tao surpreendente como inesperado que nem vou acreditar... E no dia seguinte quero acordar e sentir que aquilo nao foi um sonho. Foi algo ainda melhor... FOI REAL! E sentir que se cumpriu algo de tao fantastico, tao incrivel... Tudo a minha volta vai parecer diferente, respira-se algo de novo, o sorriso parece tao estupido como inacreditavel, o amanhecer vai parecer tao belo... Cumprindo-se o maior dos meus sonhos: Morning Glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111966553051812902?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111966553051812902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111966553051812902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111966553051812902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111966553051812902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-morning-new-hope.html' title='A New Morning, A New Hope'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111947637022330062</id><published>2005-06-22T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:39:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Offender - The Hives</title><content type='html'>I'm on my way. Can't settle down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in ways of being an ass and I got a lot of nerve that I'm ready to pass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Can't settle down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in ways of sadistic joy and my talent only goes as far as to annoy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my main offender.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've got and it got me saying - Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way. I get around.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not all too sure about what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've got to stop a second just to think it thru.&lt;br /&gt;And so I stop! I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I get around.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I thought it all over and now I spit it out&lt;br /&gt;and when I spit, I spit on those that I care less about I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my main offender.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've got and it got me saying - Why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111947637022330062?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111947637022330062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111947637022330062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111947637022330062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111947637022330062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/main-offender-hives.html' title='Main Offender - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111938025633370439</id><published>2005-06-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:57:36.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell In Love With a Girl - The White Stripes</title><content type='html'>Fell in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;fell in love once and almost completely&lt;br /&gt;she's in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes these feelings&lt;br /&gt;can be so misleading&lt;br /&gt;she turns and says "are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "I must be fine cause my heart's still beating"&lt;br /&gt;She says "come and kiss me by the riverside, bobby says it's fine he don't consider it cheating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red hair with a curl&lt;br /&gt;mellow roll for the flavor&lt;br /&gt;and the eyes for peeping&lt;br /&gt;can't keep away from the girl&lt;br /&gt;these two sides of my brain&lt;br /&gt;need to have a meeting&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anything to do&lt;br /&gt;my left brain knows that&lt;br /&gt;all love is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;she's just looking for something new&lt;br /&gt;and I said it once before&lt;br /&gt;but it bears repeating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111938025633370439?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111938025633370439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111938025633370439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111938025633370439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111938025633370439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/fell-in-love-with-girl-white-stripes.html' title='Fell In Love With a Girl - The White Stripes'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111921151704421751</id><published>2005-06-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:05:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral of Hearts - HIM</title><content type='html'>Love's the funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And an ode for cruelty&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry blood&lt;br /&gt;On flowers of evil in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And a plea for mercy&lt;br /&gt;When love is a gun&lt;br /&gt;Separating me from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the sun&lt;br /&gt;Shining upon&lt;br /&gt;The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail&lt;br /&gt;He was the moon&lt;br /&gt;Painting you&lt;br /&gt;With it's glow so vulnerable and pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's the funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And an ode for cruelty&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry blood&lt;br /&gt;On flowers of evil in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And a plea for mercy&lt;br /&gt;When love is a gun&lt;br /&gt;Separating me from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the wind, carrying in&lt;br /&gt;All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;He was the fire, restless and wild&lt;br /&gt;And you were like a moth to that flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heretic seal beyond divine&lt;br /&gt;A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind&lt;br /&gt;The last rites for souls on fire&lt;br /&gt;Three little words and a question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's the funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And an ode for cruelty&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry blood&lt;br /&gt;On flowers of evil in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And a plea for mercy&lt;br /&gt;When love is a gun&lt;br /&gt;Separating me from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111921151704421751?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111921151704421751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111921151704421751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111921151704421751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111921151704421751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/funeral-of-hearts-him.html' title='Funeral of Hearts - HIM'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111909730582341506</id><published>2005-06-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T05:21:45.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate to Say I Told You So - The Hives</title><content type='html'>Do what I want cause I can and if I don't because I wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit and retrieve cause I give and receive because I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get through your head what the mystery man said because I'm gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say I told you so, Allright, C'mon&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all out and you knew cause I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn my back on the rot that's been planning the plot - because I'm gonna.&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to wait - because I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;No need two, three and too late - because I'm gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say I told you so, Allright,C'mon&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what I please gonna spread the disease because I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna call all the shots for the "No"s and the "Not"s because I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me once I'll answer twice cause what I know I'll tell because I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;Sound device and lots of ice I'll spell my name out loud because I wanna, oh yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111909730582341506?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111909730582341506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111909730582341506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111909730582341506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111909730582341506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/hate-to-say-i-told-you-so-hives.html' title='Hate to Say I Told You So - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111900808259004217</id><published>2005-06-17T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T04:34:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Free - The Vines</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;Ride into the sun&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your photo for ya&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;Drive you around the corner&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;You know you really oughta&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;Move out of California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get (get)&lt;br /&gt;Me (me)&lt;br /&gt;Far (far)&lt;br /&gt;When I have alot to lose&lt;br /&gt;Save (save)&lt;br /&gt;Me (me)&lt;br /&gt;From (from)&lt;br /&gt;Here! (here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's pretty time&lt;br /&gt;Look into your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get free&lt;br /&gt;Ride into the sun&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your photo for ya&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;Drive you around the corner&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;You know you really oughta&lt;br /&gt;(Come here, come here, come here)&lt;br /&gt;Move out of California&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111900808259004217?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111900808259004217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111900808259004217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111900808259004217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111900808259004217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-free-vines.html' title='Get Free - The Vines'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111892762324647614</id><published>2005-06-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T06:13:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Ones - Suede</title><content type='html'>There's a song playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show&lt;br /&gt;And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays&lt;br /&gt;And as I open the blinds in my mind I'm believing that you could stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fields away&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you stay&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song playing through another wall&lt;br /&gt;All we see and believe is the D.J. and debts dissolve&lt;br /&gt;And it's a shame the plane is leaving on this sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Cos on you my tattoo will be bleeding and the name will stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh if you stay we'll ride from disguised suburban graves&lt;br /&gt;We'll go from the bungalows where the debts still grow every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fears away&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun oh if you stay&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111892762324647614?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111892762324647614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111892762324647614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111892762324647614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111892762324647614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/wild-ones-suede.html' title='The Wild Ones - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111884492447566174</id><published>2005-06-15T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T07:15:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Envolved - The Vines</title><content type='html'>I'm feelin happy&lt;br /&gt;So highly evolved&lt;br /&gt;My times a riddle that'll never be solved&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin for somethin&lt;br /&gt;Reachin for somethin&lt;br /&gt;Just waitin for the sun to carry me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel low&lt;br /&gt;You can buy love&lt;br /&gt;From a payphone&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Bill&lt;br /&gt;He work for the market&lt;br /&gt;Life is an arrow now and he is the target&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin for somethin&lt;br /&gt;Reachin for somethin&lt;br /&gt;Just waitin for the sun to carry me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel low&lt;br /&gt;You can buy love&lt;br /&gt;From a payphone&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly evolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel low&lt;br /&gt;Highly evolved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111884492447566174?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111884492447566174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111884492447566174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111884492447566174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111884492447566174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/highly-envolved-vines.html' title='Highly Envolved - The Vines'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111875947789845429</id><published>2005-06-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:31:17.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>So if you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a crosshair&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a shot away from you&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave here&lt;br /&gt;You leave me broken, shattered, I lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a crosshair&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a shot, then we can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't show&lt;br /&gt;Don't move, time is slow&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move this could die&lt;br /&gt;If eyes move this could die&lt;br /&gt;I want you...to take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here (with you)&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here (with you)&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I say take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wane, this can die&lt;br /&gt;If I wane, this can die&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move, this could die&lt;br /&gt;If eyes move, this could die&lt;br /&gt;Come on, take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111875947789845429?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111875947789845429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111875947789845429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111875947789845429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111875947789845429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/take-me-out-franz-ferdinand.html' title='Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111867756694636853</id><published>2005-06-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T08:46:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Away - Oasis</title><content type='html'>Slide away - and give it all you've got&lt;br /&gt;My today - fell in from the top&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - and all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me down - all the world's asleep&lt;br /&gt;I need you now - you've knocked me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - we talk of growing old&lt;br /&gt;But you said please don't !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide in baby - together we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;Of chasing the sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;To do what we've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you&lt;br /&gt;And we can slide away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide away - and give it all you've got&lt;br /&gt;My today - fell in from the top&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you - and all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide in baby - together we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;Of chasing the sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one that shines with you&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;To do what we've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Let me be the one that shines with you&lt;br /&gt;And we can slide away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111867756694636853?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111867756694636853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111867756694636853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111867756694636853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111867756694636853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/slide-away-oasis.html' title='Slide Away - Oasis'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111842930307283671</id><published>2005-06-10T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:48:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Timing Touch And Broken Bones - The Hives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's official, Full Judicial.&lt;br /&gt; Ends in physical, this i know.&lt;br /&gt; Best keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt; You dont listen to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt; Your gonna lose and it's gonna show. Its far to late to avoid so.&lt;br /&gt; Oh what's that sum, it added up to nothing cause your much too dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two-timing touch and broken bones &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bad decision, Repition,&lt;br /&gt; Should you listen, or let it go.&lt;br /&gt; Best say something,&lt;br /&gt; When your thinking that you'll get it back.&lt;br /&gt; But, it's too late to avoid it so.&lt;br /&gt; It's far too late and I gotta know&lt;br /&gt; Oh whats that sum, it added up to nothing because you're much too dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two-timing touch and broken bones &lt;i&gt;[x8]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111842930307283671?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111842930307283671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111842930307283671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111842930307283671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111842930307283671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-timing-touch-and-broken-bones.html' title='Two-Timing Touch And Broken Bones - The Hives'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111823248727849796</id><published>2005-06-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T05:08:07.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club</title><content type='html'>We don't like you we just want to try you&lt;br /&gt; I'm tired of runnin' the feeling ain't comin'&lt;br /&gt; This all could be simpler it all could be simpler&lt;br /&gt; But all this is sickness the feeling ain't in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; I try and I try but I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt; I won't fail you but you won't bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have I been sinful have I been sinful&lt;br /&gt; It's all been for nothin' your good ain't for nothin'&lt;br /&gt; It's ard not to die when your time has been killed off&lt;br /&gt; But I have been grateful you know this could take hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; I try and I try but I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt; I won't fail you but you won't bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Try keep your head up high&lt;br /&gt; Time burns so deep inside you&lt;br /&gt; Rips your throat out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't like you we just want to try you&lt;br /&gt; I'm tired of runnin' the feeling ain't comin'&lt;br /&gt; This all could be different it all could be different&lt;br /&gt; But all this is sickness the feeling ain't in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; We don't know where to stop&lt;br /&gt; I try and I try but I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt; I won't fail you but you won't bleed for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111823248727849796?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111823248727849796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111823248727849796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111823248727849796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111823248727849796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/stop-black-rebel-motorcycle-club.html' title='Stop - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111806029364622027</id><published>2005-06-06T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T05:18:13.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Design for Life - Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>Libraries gave us power&lt;br /&gt; Then work came and made us free&lt;br /&gt; What price now for a shallow piece of dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had a bottle&lt;br /&gt; Right here in my dirty face to where the scars&lt;br /&gt; To show from where I came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk&lt;br /&gt; We are not allowed to spend&lt;br /&gt; And we are told that this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A design for life x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had a bottle&lt;br /&gt; Right here in my pretty face to where the scars&lt;br /&gt; To show from where I came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk&lt;br /&gt; We are not allowed to spend&lt;br /&gt; And we are told that this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A design for life x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk&lt;br /&gt; We are not allowed to spend&lt;br /&gt; And we are told that this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A design for life x4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111806029364622027?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111806029364622027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111806029364622027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111806029364622027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111806029364622027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/design-for-life-manic-street-preachers.html' title='A Design for Life - Manic Street Preachers'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111771052372335403</id><published>2005-06-02T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:08:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash - Suede</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh maybe maybe it's the clothes we wear,&lt;br /&gt;The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our kookiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe maybe it's our nowhere towns,&lt;br /&gt;Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our cheapness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trash, you and me&lt;br /&gt;We're the litter on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;We're the lovers on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trash, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;it's in everything we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe maybe it's the things we said,&lt;br /&gt;The words we heard and the music we play,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe maybe it's the times we've had,&lt;br /&gt;The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our cheapness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're trash, you and me,&lt;br /&gt;We're the litter on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;We're the lovers on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trash, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111771052372335403?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111771052372335403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111771052372335403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111771052372335403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111771052372335403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/trash-suede.html' title='Trash - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111764424339836807</id><published>2005-06-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:44:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball and Biscuit - The White Stripes</title><content type='html'>It's quite possible that I'm your thired man girl&lt;br /&gt;         But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son&lt;br /&gt;         And right now you could care less about me&lt;br /&gt;         But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Let's have a ball and a biscuit sugar&lt;br /&gt;         And take our sweet little time about it&lt;br /&gt;         Let's have a ball and a biscuit sugar&lt;br /&gt;         And take our sweet little time about it&lt;br /&gt;         Tell everyone in the place just to get out&lt;br /&gt;         We'll get clean together&lt;br /&gt;         And I'll find a soapbox where I can shout it&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Read it in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;         Ask your girlfriends and see if they know&lt;br /&gt;         That my strength is ten fold woman&lt;br /&gt;         And I'll let you see if you want to before you go&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl&lt;br /&gt;         But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son&lt;br /&gt;         It was the other two which made me your third&lt;br /&gt;         But it was my mother who made me the seventh son&lt;br /&gt;         And right now you could care less about me&lt;br /&gt;         But soon enough you will care by the time Im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111764424339836807?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111764424339836807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111764424339836807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111764424339836807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111764424339836807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/06/ball-and-biscuit-white-stripes.html' title='Ball and Biscuit - The White Stripes'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111745151343999530</id><published>2005-05-30T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:11:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving New York - REM</title><content type='html'>It's quiet now&lt;br /&gt;And what it brings&lt;br /&gt;Is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes calling back&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant nightI'm still awake&lt;br /&gt;I looked aheadI&lt;br /&gt;'m sure I saw you there&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;To tell you now&lt;br /&gt;That nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden&lt;br /&gt;A frown&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now life is sweet&lt;br /&gt;And what it brings&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take&lt;br /&gt;But loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It wears me out&lt;br /&gt;It lies in way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all not lost&lt;br /&gt;Still in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of necklace&lt;br /&gt;Across your thigh&lt;br /&gt;I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;Memory fuses and shatters like glass&lt;br /&gt;Mercurial future, forget the past&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden a frown (change)&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around (change)&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart&lt;br /&gt;You find it in your heart, change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I told you, forever&lt;br /&gt;You never, you never&lt;br /&gt;You told me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden the frown&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the life fading out (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the life fading out (change)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111745151343999530?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111745151343999530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111745151343999530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111745151343999530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111745151343999530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/leaving-new-york-rem.html' title='Leaving New York - REM'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111724115445888851</id><published>2005-05-27T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:45:54.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'n' Roll Star - Oasis</title><content type='html'>I live my life in the city&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;The day's moving just too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;I need some time in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta slow it right down&lt;br /&gt;The day's moving just too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life for the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;People say it's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When they said I should feed my head&lt;br /&gt;That to me was just a day in bed&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my car and drive real far&lt;br /&gt;You're not concerned about the way we are&lt;br /&gt;In my mind my dreams are real&lt;br /&gt;Now you're concerned about the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life in the city&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;The day's moving just too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;I need some time in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta slow it right down&lt;br /&gt;The day's moving just too fast for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life for the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;People say it's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;When they said I should feed my head&lt;br /&gt;Well, that to me was just a day in bed&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my car and drive real far&lt;br /&gt;You're not concerned about the way we are&lt;br /&gt;In my mind my dreams are real&lt;br /&gt;Now you're concerned about the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not down with who I am&lt;br /&gt;Look at you now, you're all in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;It's just rock 'n' roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111724115445888851?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111724115445888851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111724115445888851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111724115445888851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111724115445888851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/rock-n-roll-star-oasis.html' title='Rock &apos;n&apos; Roll Star - Oasis'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111706279864725786</id><published>2005-05-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:13:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed of Sound - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>How long before I get in&lt;br /&gt; Before it starts before I begin&lt;br /&gt; How long before you decide or&lt;br /&gt; Before I know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt; Where to, where do i go?&lt;br /&gt; If you never try then you'll never know&lt;br /&gt; How long do i have to climb&lt;br /&gt; Up on the side of this mountain of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look up, I look up at night&lt;br /&gt; Planets are moving at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt; Climb up, up in the trees&lt;br /&gt; Every chance that you get is a chance you seize&lt;br /&gt; How long am I gonna stand&lt;br /&gt; With my head stuck under the sand&lt;br /&gt; I start before I can stop or&lt;br /&gt; Before I see things the right way up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All that noise and all that sound&lt;br /&gt; All those places I got found&lt;br /&gt; And birds go flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt; To show ya how it all began&lt;br /&gt; Birds came flyin from the underground&lt;br /&gt; If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ideas that you'll never find&lt;br /&gt; All the inventors could never design&lt;br /&gt; The buildings that you put up&lt;br /&gt; Japan and China all lit up&lt;br /&gt; A sign that I couldn't read&lt;br /&gt; or a light, that I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt; Some things you have to believe&lt;br /&gt; When others are puzzles, puzzlin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All that noise and all that sound&lt;br /&gt; All those places I got found&lt;br /&gt; And birds go flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt; To show ya how it all began&lt;br /&gt; Birds came flyin from the underground&lt;br /&gt; If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;br /&gt; Oh when you see it then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All those signs I knew what they meant&lt;br /&gt; Somethings you can't invent&lt;br /&gt; Some get made, and some get sent&lt;br /&gt; Earth's gone flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt; To show ya how it all began&lt;br /&gt; Birds came flyin from the underground&lt;br /&gt; If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;br /&gt; Oh when you see it then you'll understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111706279864725786?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111706279864725786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111706279864725786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111706279864725786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111706279864725786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/speed-of-sound-coldplay.html' title='Speed of Sound - Coldplay'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111694969514303682</id><published>2005-05-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:48:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Dementia - Muse</title><content type='html'>Height - is the one for me&lt;br /&gt;        It gives me all I need&lt;br /&gt;        And helps me coexcist&lt;br /&gt;        With the chill         &lt;p&gt;You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;         Because I adore you so&lt;br /&gt;         I love all the dirty tricks&lt;br /&gt;         And twisted games you play&lt;br /&gt;         On me&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Space dementia in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;         Peace will arise&lt;br /&gt;         and tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;         And make us meaningless again&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You’ll make us wanna die&lt;br /&gt;         I'd cut your name in my heart&lt;br /&gt;         We’ll destroy this world for you&lt;br /&gt;         I know you want me to&lt;br /&gt;         Feel your pain&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Space dementia in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;         Peace will arise&lt;br /&gt;         And tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;         And make us meaningless again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111694969514303682?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111694969514303682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111694969514303682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111694969514303682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111694969514303682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/space-dementia-muse.html' title='Space Dementia - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111686197682015672</id><published>2005-05-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:26:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Will Flow - Suede</title><content type='html'>Watch the early morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;drip like blood from the day,&lt;br /&gt;See the busy people run,&lt;br /&gt;so many games to play&lt;br /&gt;See the blue suburban dream,&lt;br /&gt;under the jet plane sky,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep away and dream a dream&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the day begin again,&lt;br /&gt;Whispering into the night,&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty people play,&lt;br /&gt;Hurrying under the light,&lt;br /&gt;A million cars, a million trains,&lt;br /&gt;Under the jet plane sky&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lost and nothing gained&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I said everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know everything will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon lights in the night tonight&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The stars that shine in the open sky&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The lovers kissed with an openness&lt;br /&gt;will say "everything will flow"&lt;br /&gt;The cars parked in the hypermarket&lt;br /&gt;know "everything will flow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111686197682015672?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111686197682015672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111686197682015672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111686197682015672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111686197682015672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/everything-will-flow-suede.html' title='Everything Will Flow - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111661063973456004</id><published>2005-05-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T10:37:19.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Religion - REM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;  Oh, life is bigger&lt;br /&gt; It's bigger than you&lt;br /&gt; And you are not me&lt;br /&gt; The lengths that I will go to&lt;br /&gt; The distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt; I set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That's me in the corner&lt;br /&gt; That's me in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt; Losing my religion&lt;br /&gt; Trying to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt; And I don't know if I can do it&lt;br /&gt; Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt; I haven't said enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt; I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt; I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Every whisper&lt;br /&gt; Of every waking hour I'm&lt;br /&gt; Choosing my confessions&lt;br /&gt; Trying to keep an eye on you&lt;br /&gt; Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool.&lt;br /&gt; Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt; I set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Consider this. Consider this&lt;br /&gt; The hint of the century&lt;br /&gt; Consider this&lt;br /&gt; The slip that brought me&lt;br /&gt; To my knees failed&lt;br /&gt; What if all these fantasies&lt;br /&gt; Come flailing around&lt;br /&gt; Now I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt; I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt; I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt; But that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt; That was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That's me in the corner.&lt;br /&gt; That's me in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt; Losing my religion.&lt;br /&gt; Trying to keep up with you.&lt;br /&gt; And I don't know if I can do it.&lt;br /&gt; Oh no, I've said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I haven't said enough.&lt;br /&gt; I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt; I thought that I heard you sing.&lt;br /&gt; I think I thought I saw you try.&lt;br /&gt; That was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Try. Cry. Fly. Try.&lt;br /&gt; But that was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, dream.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111661063973456004?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111661063973456004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111661063973456004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111661063973456004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111661063973456004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/losing-my-religion-rem.html' title='Losing My Religion - REM'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111653829503428097</id><published>2005-05-19T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:32:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duality - Slipknot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I push my fingers into my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have screamed until my veins collapsed&lt;br /&gt;I've waited as my time's elapsed&lt;br /&gt;Now, All I do is live with so much fate&lt;br /&gt;I've wished for this, I've bitched at that&lt;br /&gt;I've left behind this little fact:&lt;br /&gt;You cannot kill what you did not create&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say what I've gotta say&lt;br /&gt;And then I swear I'll go away&lt;br /&gt;But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll save the best for last&lt;br /&gt;My future seems like one big past&lt;br /&gt;You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me back together&lt;br /&gt;Or separate the skin from bone&lt;br /&gt;Leave me all the Pieces, then you can leave me&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the reality is better than the dream&lt;br /&gt;But I found out the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is what it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got...all I've got is insane...&lt;br /&gt;All I've got...all I've got is insane...&lt;br /&gt;All I've got...all I've got is insane!&lt;br /&gt;All I've got...all I've got is insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111653829503428097?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111653829503428097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111653829503428097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111653829503428097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111653829503428097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/duality-slipknot.html' title='Duality - Slipknot'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111642879862174130</id><published>2005-05-18T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:06:38.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High and Dry - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever don't                      you boy&lt;br /&gt;                     Flying on your motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;                     Watching all the ground beneath you drop&lt;br /&gt;                     You'd kill yourself for recognition&lt;br /&gt;                     Kill yourself to never ever stop&lt;br /&gt;                     You broke another mirror&lt;br /&gt;                     You're turning into something you are not                    &lt;p&gt;Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me dry&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Drying up in conversation&lt;br /&gt;                    You will be the one who cannot talk &amp;amp; all your insides                      fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;                    You just sit there wishing you could still make love&lt;br /&gt;                    They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got                      the world all sussed out&lt;br /&gt;                    They're the ones who'll spit at you&lt;br /&gt;                    You will be the one screaming out&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't leave me dry&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;It's the best thing that you ever had&lt;br /&gt;                    It's the best thing that you ever had&lt;br /&gt;                    The best thing that you've had has gone away&lt;/p&gt;                    So don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;                     don't leave me dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111642879862174130?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111642879862174130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111642879862174130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111642879862174130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111642879862174130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/high-and-dry-radiohead.html' title='High and Dry - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111635136361712835</id><published>2005-05-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:36:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid Android - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span font=""   style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest&lt;br /&gt;From all the unborn chicken voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)&lt;br /&gt;What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am king, you will be first against the wall&lt;br /&gt;With your opinion which is of no consequence at all&lt;br /&gt;What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)&lt;br /&gt;What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition makes you look pretty ugly&lt;br /&gt;Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy&lt;br /&gt;You don't remember&lt;br /&gt;You don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember my name?&lt;br /&gt;Off with his head, man&lt;br /&gt;Off with his head, man&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember my name?&lt;br /&gt;I guess he does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down&lt;br /&gt;Come on rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;From a great height&lt;br /&gt;From a great height... height...&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down&lt;br /&gt;Come on rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;From a great height&lt;br /&gt;From a great height... height...&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down&lt;br /&gt;Come on rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, sir&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving&lt;br /&gt;The crackle of pigskin&lt;br /&gt;The dust and the screaming&lt;br /&gt;The yuppies networking&lt;br /&gt;The panic, the vomit&lt;br /&gt;The panic, the vomit&lt;br /&gt;God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(5, 5, 5);" id="lyrid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111635136361712835?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111635136361712835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111635136361712835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111635136361712835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111635136361712835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/paranoid-android-radiohead.html' title='Paranoid Android - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111625915441218715</id><published>2005-05-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T08:59:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Nova Esperança</title><content type='html'>Bem... Aqui estou eu, a ressacar de uma fase estranha vivida a custa de jogos estupidos de palavras que apenas serviram para afastar... Enfim, nem vale a pena pensar nisto. Pois é... Bem ficar parado nao faz la muito sentido... E surge um novo sentimento: enjoo. Enjoo da derrota, de pensar sempre que tudo esta perdido, de acordar com o desejo que o dia acabe, de me sentir em permanente depressao, farto da minha propria instabilidade emocional, farto de me sentir um derrotado, cansado deste marasmo que me acompanha ha bastante tempo e que parece que nunca mais acaba... E ja nem me lembro quando e que começou...  Esta pergunta surge com alguma frequencia: Alguma vez terei sido realmente feliz? Quando olho para tras, ja nem me lembro de algum momento de felicidade que possa ter sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto a proximidade de algo maior... Depois de uma fase conturbada parece que ha algo de novo, o momento esta a chegar e desta vez... serei implacavel. Quero sentir algo, quebrar a frieza que me acompanhou, acordar cedo so para sentir o sabor da gloria numa manha que desespero ha tanto tempo... Tudo isto e importante mas o meu verdadeiro desejo... E saber se tudo o que aprendi... Nao foi em vao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:I will eat you alive and                    There’ll be no more lies - Where I End and You Begin, Radiohead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111625915441218715?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111625915441218715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111625915441218715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111625915441218715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111625915441218715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/uma-nova-esperana.html' title='Uma Nova Esperança'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111617297787768637</id><published>2005-05-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T09:03:49.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>I'm walking out in a force ten gale&lt;br /&gt;                    Birds thrown around, bullets for hail&lt;br /&gt;                    The roof is pulling off by its fingernails&lt;br /&gt;                    Your voice is rappin' on my windowsill&lt;br /&gt;                    Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind&lt;br /&gt;                    Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain&lt;br /&gt;                    Any fool can easy pick a hole (I only wish i could fall in)&lt;br /&gt;A moving target in a firing range&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                    Scatterbrain&lt;br /&gt;                    Somewhere I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                    Scatterbrain&lt;br /&gt;                    Lightning fuse, powercut&lt;br /&gt;                    Scatterbrain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111617297787768637?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111617297787768637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111617297787768637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111617297787768637'/><link 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Now there's no reason just another tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; You keep giving me your free air miles&lt;br /&gt; What would I give just for one of your smiles&lt;br /&gt; Just for one of your smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - no no&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me turn down all these lights&lt;br /&gt; And sit with me then you can hold me tight&lt;br /&gt; Give me some more of your carrier bags&lt;br /&gt; And let me dream of a new autumn light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tell me your story baby&lt;br /&gt; What's your poison and what is your honey&lt;br /&gt; You've stopped me hurting but so much disorder&lt;br /&gt; Winter flowers did you ever forgive her&lt;br /&gt; Did you ever forgive her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cherry blossom tree - but at least you are free&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's unreal now you're gone - but at least you belong&lt;br /&gt; Nobody loved you - no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's your story baby&lt;br /&gt; No control of what I am saying&lt;br /&gt; Winter leaves still make me believe&lt;br /&gt; No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree&lt;br /&gt; Just a cherry blossom tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111607451676685299?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111607451676685299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111607451676685299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you can do       &lt;p&gt;You can see it and you can almost hear it too&lt;br /&gt;       You can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;       It's nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;       And it's still nothing you can do&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;So come in my cave&lt;br /&gt;       And I’ll burn your heart away&lt;br /&gt;       Come in my cave&lt;br /&gt;       I’ll burn your heart away&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;Please close your ears&lt;br /&gt;       And try to look away&lt;br /&gt;       So you never hear a single word I say&lt;br /&gt;       And don’t ever come my way&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;Leave me alone it's nothing serious&lt;br /&gt;       I’ll do it myself&lt;br /&gt;       It's got nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;       And there's nothing that you can do&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;So come in my cave&lt;br /&gt;       And I’ll burn your heart away&lt;br /&gt;       Come in my cave&lt;br /&gt;       And arrest me from my escape &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111600712030958019?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111600712030958019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111600712030958019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111600712030958019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111600712030958019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/cave-muse.html' title='Cave - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111591311174252039</id><published>2005-05-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:51:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wolf At The Door - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drag him out your window&lt;br /&gt;                    Dragging out the dead&lt;br /&gt;                    Singing I miss you&lt;br /&gt;                    Snakes and ladders&lt;br /&gt;                    Flip the lid&lt;br /&gt;                    Out pops the cracker&lt;br /&gt;                    Snaps you in the head&lt;br /&gt;                    Knifes you in the neck&lt;br /&gt;                    Kicks you in the teeth&lt;br /&gt;                    Steel toe caps&lt;br /&gt;                    Takes all your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;                    Get up get the gunge&lt;br /&gt;                    Get the eggs&lt;br /&gt;                    Get the flan in the face&lt;br /&gt;                    The flan in the face&lt;br /&gt;                    The flan in the face&lt;br /&gt;                    Dance you fucker dance you fucker&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't you flan in the face&lt;br /&gt;                    Take it with the love, it's given&lt;br /&gt;                    Take it with a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;                    Take it to the taxman&lt;br /&gt;                    Let me back let me back&lt;br /&gt;                    I promise to be good&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;                    At the face you don't recognize&lt;br /&gt;                    Help me, call the doctor&lt;br /&gt;                    Put me inside&lt;br /&gt;                    Put me inside&lt;br /&gt;                    Put me inside&lt;br /&gt;                    Put me inside&lt;br /&gt;                    Put me inside&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I keep the wolf from the door&lt;br /&gt;                    But he calls me up&lt;br /&gt;                    Calls me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;                    Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up&lt;br /&gt;                    Steal all my children&lt;br /&gt;                    If I don't pay the ransom&lt;br /&gt;                    And I'll never see 'em again&lt;br /&gt;                    If I squeal to the cops&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;No {x70}&lt;br /&gt;                    Walking like giant cranes and&lt;br /&gt;                    With my X-ray eyes I stripped her naked&lt;br /&gt;                    In a tight little world and are you on the list?&lt;br /&gt;                    Stepford wives who are we to complain?&lt;br /&gt;                    Investments and dealers investments and dealers&lt;br /&gt;                    Cold wives and mistresses&lt;br /&gt;                    Cold wives and sunday papers.&lt;br /&gt;                    City boys in first class&lt;br /&gt;                    Don't know they're born, they know&lt;br /&gt;                    Someone else is gonna come and clean it up&lt;br /&gt;                    Born and raised for the job&lt;br /&gt;                    Someone always does&lt;br /&gt;                    I wish you'd get up get over get up get over&lt;br /&gt;                    Turn your tape off.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I keep the wolf from the door&lt;br /&gt;                    But he calls me up&lt;br /&gt;                    Calls me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;                    Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up&lt;br /&gt;                    Steal all my children&lt;br /&gt;                    If I don't pay the ransom&lt;br /&gt;                    And I'll never see 'em again&lt;br /&gt;                    If I squeal to the cops&lt;/p&gt;                    So I just go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111591311174252039?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111591311174252039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111591311174252039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111591311174252039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111591311174252039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/wolf-at-door-radiohead.html' title='A Wolf At The Door - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111584497145189760</id><published>2005-05-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:56:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Wake&lt;br /&gt;                     From your sleep&lt;br /&gt;                     The drying of your tears&lt;br /&gt;                     Today we escape&lt;br /&gt;                     We escape&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;                     And get dressed&lt;br /&gt;                     Before your father hears us&lt;br /&gt;                     Before all hell breaks loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't lose your nerve&lt;br /&gt;                     Breathe, keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;                     I can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;                     There's such a chill, such a chill                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You can laugh&lt;br /&gt;A spineless laugh&lt;br /&gt;                     We hope your rules and wisdom choke you&lt;br /&gt;                     And now we are one&lt;br /&gt;                     In everlasting peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you choke, that you choke&lt;br /&gt;                     We hope that you choke, that you choke&lt;br /&gt;                     We hope that you choke, that you choke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111584497145189760?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111584497145189760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111584497145189760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111584497145189760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111584497145189760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/exit-music-for-film-radiohead.html' title='Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111575097522890179</id><published>2005-05-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:49:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>Shed some skin for the fear within&lt;br /&gt; Is starting to hurt me with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Freed from the memory&lt;br /&gt; Escape from our history, history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I just hope that you can forgive us&lt;br /&gt; But everything must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you need an explanation&lt;br /&gt; Then everything must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look to the future it makes me cry&lt;br /&gt; But it seems too real to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Freed from the century&lt;br /&gt; With nothing but memory, memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I just hope that you can forgive us&lt;br /&gt; But everything must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you need an explanation&lt;br /&gt; Then everything must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I just hope that you can forgive us&lt;br /&gt; But everything must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you need an explanation&lt;br /&gt; Then everything must go&lt;br /&gt; And if you need an explanation&lt;br /&gt; Then everything must go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111575097522890179?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111575097522890179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111575097522890179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111575097522890179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111575097522890179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/everything-must-go-manic-street.html' title='Everything Must Go - Manic Street Preachers'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111554921525713701</id><published>2005-05-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T03:47:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Mais Um Começo - Pluto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estamos de volta ao teu bom humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sempre essa ideia na mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É para lembrar o motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É que hoje eu sinto-me vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E seja porque motivo for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É só mais um começo com teus dentes no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sempre na mira de um bom amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guarda essa ideia na mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E esquece qualquer aviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um dia sendo preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Voltas para que desejo for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É só mais um começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Com teus dentes no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vamos levando até quando for desejo do desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vai dizendo hoje eu vejo que amanhã é a maior mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu não sei o que eu quero e é por isso que eu procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111554921525713701?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111554921525713701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111554921525713701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111554921525713701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111554921525713701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-mais-um-comeo-pluto.html' title='So Mais Um Começo - Pluto'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111549222961471921</id><published>2005-05-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:57:09.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2+2=5 - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>({either} Hello {or} We're on)&lt;br /&gt;                     (That's a nice way to start, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     Are you such a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;                     To put the world to rights?&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     I'll stay home forever&lt;br /&gt;                     Where two and two always makes five&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     I'll lay down the tracks&lt;br /&gt;                     Sandbag and hide&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     January has April's showers&lt;br /&gt;                     And two and two always makes five&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     It's the devil's way now&lt;br /&gt;                     There is no way out&lt;br /&gt;                     You can scream and you can shout&lt;br /&gt;                     It is too late now&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                     Because!&lt;br /&gt;                     You have not been&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;                     You have not be-en&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     you have not been&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     Payin’ attention&lt;br /&gt;                     You have no-t been&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;                     I try to sing along&lt;br /&gt;                     But the music's all wrong&lt;br /&gt;                     'Cause I’m not&lt;br /&gt;                     'Cause I’m not&lt;br /&gt;                     I swat 'em like flies but like flies the buggers keep coming                      back and 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 dock&lt;br /&gt;                     'Cause I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                     'Cause I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                     Oh go and tell the king that the sky is falling in&lt;br /&gt;                     When 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/10242594-111549222961471921?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111549222961471921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111549222961471921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111549222961471921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111549222961471921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/225-radiohead.html' title='2+2=5 - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111530022607595571</id><published>2005-05-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:37:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>When you were here before,&lt;br /&gt; couldn't look you in the eye.&lt;br /&gt; You're just like an angel,&lt;br /&gt; your skin makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt; You float like a feather,&lt;br /&gt; in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt; I wish I was special,&lt;br /&gt; you're so fucking special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt; What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt; I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't care if it hurts,&lt;br /&gt; I want to have control.&lt;br /&gt; I want a perfect body,&lt;br /&gt; I want a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt; I want you to notice,&lt;br /&gt; when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt; You're so fucking special,&lt;br /&gt; I wish I was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt; What the hell am I doing here?.&lt;br /&gt; I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's running out the door,&lt;br /&gt; she's running,&lt;br /&gt; she run, run, run, run, run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt; whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt; You're so fucking special,&lt;br /&gt; I wish I was special,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt; What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt; I don't belong here,&lt;br /&gt;             I don't belong here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111530022607595571?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111530022607595571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111530022607595571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111530022607595571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111530022607595571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/creep-radiohead.html' title='Creep - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111522783659524757</id><published>2005-05-04T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:31:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Forever - Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Maybe I don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Maybe I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to live I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to breath&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Maybe I don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Maybe I will never be&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But now is not the time to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to find out why&lt;br /&gt;I think you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Maybe I don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to live I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to breath&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Live forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111522783659524757?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111522783659524757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111522783659524757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111522783659524757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111522783659524757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/live-forever-oasis.html' title='Live Forever - Oasis'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111505972686165341</id><published>2005-05-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:48:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Iron Lung - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Faith, you're driving me away&lt;br /&gt;                     You do it everyday&lt;br /&gt;                     You don't mean it but it hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;                     My brain says I'm receiving pain&lt;br /&gt;                     A lack of oxygen&lt;br /&gt;                     From my life support&lt;br /&gt;                     My iron lung                                        &lt;p&gt;We're way too young to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;                    Too cynical to speak&lt;br /&gt;                    We are losing it, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;                    We scratch our eternal itch&lt;br /&gt;                    A twentieth century bitch&lt;br /&gt;                    And we are grateful for our iron lung&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The headshrinkers&lt;br /&gt;                    They want everything&lt;br /&gt;                    My uncle bill&lt;br /&gt;                    By belisha beacon &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Suck&lt;br /&gt;                    Suck your teenage thumb&lt;br /&gt;                    toilet trained and dumb&lt;br /&gt;                    when the power runs out we'll just hum&lt;br /&gt;                    This&lt;br /&gt;                    This is our new song&lt;br /&gt;                    Just like the last one&lt;br /&gt;                    A total waste of time&lt;br /&gt;                    My iron lung &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The headshrinkers&lt;br /&gt;                    They want everything&lt;br /&gt;                    My uncle bill&lt;br /&gt;                    By belisha beacon &lt;/p&gt;                    And if you're frightened&lt;br /&gt;                     You could be frightened&lt;br /&gt;                     You can be&lt;br /&gt;                     It's OK&lt;br /&gt;                     And if you're frightened&lt;br /&gt;                     You could be frightened&lt;br /&gt;                     You can be&lt;br /&gt;                     It's OK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111505972686165341?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111505972686165341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111505972686165341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111505972686165341'/><link rel='self' 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the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can’t avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m being held up by invisible men&lt;br /&gt;Still life on a shelf when&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind on something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can’t avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did the blue skies go?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it raining so?&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody saying everything’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I can’t close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can’t avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did the blue skies go?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it raining so?&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111496891293800792?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111496891293800792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111496891293800792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111496891293800792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111496891293800792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me-travis.html' title='Why Does It Always Rain On Me? - Travis'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111490283955786436</id><published>2005-05-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:35:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I End And You Begin - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>There's a gap in between&lt;br /&gt;                   There's a gap where we meet&lt;br /&gt;                   Where I end and you begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for us&lt;br /&gt;                   The Dinosaurs roam the earth&lt;br /&gt;                   The sky turns green&lt;br /&gt;                   Where I end and you begin (4, 5, 6, 7)&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;I am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;                   I am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And I can't and I can't come down&lt;br /&gt;                   I can watch and not take part&lt;br /&gt;                   Where I end and where you start&lt;br /&gt;                   Where you, you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;                   You left me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'll mark the place&lt;br /&gt;                   Like the parting of the waves&lt;br /&gt;                   Like a house falling into the sea&lt;br /&gt;                   Into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you alive {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   There’ll be no more lies {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   I will eat you alive {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   There’ll be no more lies {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   I will eat you alive {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   There'll no more lies {x4}&lt;br /&gt;                   I will eat you alive {x3}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111490283955786436?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111490283955786436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111490283955786436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111490283955786436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111490283955786436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-i-end-and-you-begin-radiohead.html' title='Where I End And You Begin - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111482132106391122</id><published>2005-04-30T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:35:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscilando entre a Loucura e a Depressao</title><content type='html'>E é assim que vao os dias num desespero da razao em manter o controlo de todos os meus impulsos... Fraco como ha muito tempo nao estava, num desespero que parecia esquecido. O cançasso e o resultado do meu desespero de manter-me sobrio a todo o custo. O meu problema e a minha obsessao em pensar e tudo o resto... é apenas insegurança. Sou filho da minha propria raiva, da minha incapacidade de amar, da minha pura inocencia que acreditou nas palavras falsas de pessoas que me desviaram do que... o meu coraçao ja ha muito tempo tinha dito.&lt;br /&gt;A tua luz ofuscou-me, e as promessas que apareciam eram belas demais... para acreditar nelas. Foste a unica pessoa que na verdade provocou algo dentro de mim, em muito tempo... Mas agora acabou tudo nao e? Aceito a derrota mas sempre pensei em numa outra especie de vitoria. Mas agora que vejo... o meu mundo afasta-se do teu todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa sim foi a maior das minhas derrotas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111482132106391122?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111482132106391122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111482132106391122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111482132106391122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111482132106391122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/oscilando-entre-loucura-e-depressao.html' title='Oscilando entre a Loucura e a Depressao'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111479830720269517</id><published>2005-04-29T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:13:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There There - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>In pitch dark I go walkin' in your landscape&lt;br /&gt;                    Broken branches trip me as i speak&lt;br /&gt;                    Just 'cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there&lt;br /&gt;                    Just 'cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (Don't reach                      out, don't reach out {x2})&lt;br /&gt;Steer away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (Don't                      reach out, don't reach out {x2})&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there’s someone on your shoulder {x2})&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder {x2})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so green&lt;br /&gt;                    And lonely {x3}&lt;br /&gt;                    Heaven sent you&lt;br /&gt;                    To me {x3}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are accidents waiting&lt;br /&gt;                    Waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;                    We are accidents waiting&lt;br /&gt;                    Waiting to happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111479830720269517?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111479830720269517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111479830720269517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111479830720269517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111479830720269517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-there-radiohead.html' title='There There - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111471140948676186</id><published>2005-04-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:04:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 of Us - Suede</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lying in my bed, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;That song goes through my head, the one we both knew&lt;br /&gt;In each line lies another line full of sacred sound&lt;br /&gt;But you're outside where the companies dream&lt;br /&gt;and the money goes round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Watching my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the band they said that it could be the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow might fall and write the lines on the silent page&lt;br /&gt;But you're outside making permanent love to the nuclear age&lt;br /&gt;Two silhouettes by the cash machine make a lovers dance&lt;br /&gt;It's a tango for the lonely wives of the business class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Watching my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the band&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;With nothing much to say so I listen to the man&lt;br /&gt;He said that it could be the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you call from across the city through the stereo sound&lt;br /&gt;And so I crawled there sickeningly pretty as the money went round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my head watching my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the band&lt;br /&gt;And the drums beat in my head&lt;br /&gt;Pianos chime the sound in this prison of the house&lt;br /&gt;And as the illness comes again can you hear me through the rain&lt;br /&gt;As I listen to the band?&lt;br /&gt;As I sing the silent song&lt;br /&gt;Mime each lonely word&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to the man he said that it could be the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone but not lonely, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Alone but loaded.........&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111471140948676186?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111471140948676186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111471140948676186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111471140948676186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111471140948676186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-of-us-suede.html' title='The 2 of Us - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111453475644903838</id><published>2005-04-26T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:53:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ciclo que acaba... Obrigado Amigos</title><content type='html'>Os dias que passei nesta frustraçao, a acobardar-me constantemente perante algo que, no fundo, nunca acreditei mas parecia tao proximo... E ao contrario de agir... Fiquei atonito pela hipotese remota de algo poder acontecer. E, pela primeira vez em toda a minha vida, morri de inercia. Da outra vez agi demais, agora... Enfim, agora e mesmo oficial, The end, finito, caput, fim... Raiva? nao faz sentido, Depressao? ja me vou habituando, Impotencia... sem duvida. Mas uma coisa e certa: quando uma porta se fecha, outra se abre. E nem tudo foi mau em todo este processo. Eu enfrentei muita coisa sozinho durante a vida mas desta vez... foi diferente. Abri o meu mundo e agora, mais do que nunca, tenho melhores amigos do que alguma vez tive. Foram a minha grande muleta na dureza destes dias, a leve depressao foi atenuada e sou uma pessoa diferente. Em certo modo agradeço... mas tenho pena de nao ter acreditado nisto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111453475644903838?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111453475644903838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111453475644903838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111453475644903838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111453475644903838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/mais-um-ciclo-que-acaba-obrigado.html' title='Mais um ciclo que acaba... Obrigado Amigos'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111438173616076342</id><published>2005-04-24T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:33:12.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is The Last Time - Keane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I will say these words&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time&lt;br /&gt;The first of many lies&lt;br /&gt;Sweep it into the corner&lt;br /&gt;Or hide it under the bed&lt;br /&gt;Say these things they go away&lt;br /&gt;But they never do&lt;br /&gt;Something I wasn't sure of&lt;br /&gt;But I was in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;Something I forget now&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen too little of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Your one last line&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And years make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And I no I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I will show my face&lt;br /&gt;One last tender lie&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm out of this place&lt;br /&gt;So tread it into the carpet&lt;br /&gt;Or hide it under the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Say that some things never die&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried and I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I wasn't sure of&lt;br /&gt;But I was in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;Something I forget now&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen too little of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Your one last line&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And years make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And I no I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Your one last line&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And years make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You fall on me for anything you like&lt;br /&gt;And I know I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111438173616076342?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111438173616076342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111438173616076342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111438173616076342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111438173616076342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-last-time-keane.html' title='This is The Last Time - Keane'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111411120220759337</id><published>2005-04-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:22:13.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This It - The Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Can't you see I'm trying?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like it. I just lied to&lt;br /&gt;Get to your apartment, now I'm staying&lt;br /&gt;Here just for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it?&lt;br /&gt;Is this it?&lt;br /&gt;Is this... it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said they'd give you anything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;When they lied, I knew it was just stable children&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to realize I was sitting right behind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, can't you see? It's them it's not me&lt;br /&gt;We're not enemies; We just disagree&lt;br /&gt;If I was like them all pissed in this bar&lt;br /&gt;He changes his mind, says I went too far&lt;br /&gt;We all disagree&lt;br /&gt;I think we should disagree, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it&lt;br /&gt;Is this it&lt;br /&gt;Is this it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm trying?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like it. I just lied to&lt;br /&gt;Get to your apartment, now I'm staying&lt;br /&gt;Here just for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111411120220759337?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111411120220759337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111411120220759337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111411120220759337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111411120220759337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-this-it-strokes.html' title='Is This It - The Strokes'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111384796129442108</id><published>2005-04-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:12:41.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper Music - Muse</title><content type='html'>Your golden lies feed my role&lt;br /&gt;        In this forgotten space race under my control&lt;br /&gt;        Who’s returned from the dead?&lt;br /&gt;        Who remains (just to spit it in your face)         &lt;p&gt;You know I don't want you and I never did&lt;br /&gt;         I don't want you and I never will&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You wanted more than I was worth&lt;br /&gt;         And you think I was scared&lt;br /&gt;         And you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;         Who really cares anymore?&lt;br /&gt;         Who restrains?&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You know I don't love you and I never did&lt;br /&gt;         I don't want you and I never will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111384796129442108?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111384796129442108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111384796129442108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111384796129442108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111384796129442108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/hyper-music-muse.html' title='Hyper Music - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111341549918043801</id><published>2005-04-13T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:04:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Together - Suede</title><content type='html'>come to my house tonight&lt;br /&gt; we can be together in the nuclear sky&lt;br /&gt; and we will dance in the poison rain&lt;br /&gt; and we can stay a while in heaven today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together&lt;br /&gt; let's stay, these days are ours&lt;br /&gt; let's die together?&lt;br /&gt; two hearts under the skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's a time bomb in the high rise&lt;br /&gt; there's a blue suburban dream&lt;br /&gt; will i see you up in paradise&lt;br /&gt; or have you come to catch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come to my arms tonight&lt;br /&gt; just you and me together under electric light&lt;br /&gt; and she will dance in the poisoned air&lt;br /&gt; just you and me forever by the motorway there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together&lt;br /&gt; let's stay, these days are ours&lt;br /&gt; stay together&lt;br /&gt; two hearts under the skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's a time bomb in the high rise&lt;br /&gt; there's a blue suburban dream&lt;br /&gt; will i see you up in paradise&lt;br /&gt; or have you come to catch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come to my arms i'm lost&lt;br /&gt; just you and me together in the year of the horse&lt;br /&gt; single file in the nuclear night&lt;br /&gt; and we could feel a little closer&lt;br /&gt; as we tumble through the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together, let's stay these days are ours&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together&lt;br /&gt; two hearts under a skyscraper&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together, let's stay in this broken down love&lt;br /&gt; let's stay together, two hearts under the skyscrapers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111341549918043801?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111341549918043801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111341549918043801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111341549918043801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111341549918043801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/stay-together-suede.html' title='Stay Together - Suede'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111323824732264908</id><published>2005-04-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:50:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Easy - Starsailor</title><content type='html'>Everybody says that their looking for a shelter,&lt;br /&gt;got a lot to give but I don't know how to help her,&lt;br /&gt;I should just let it go till they learn how to grow,&lt;br /&gt;and how to liberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that she's looking for a shelter,&lt;br /&gt;got a lot to give but I don't know how I felt her,&lt;br /&gt;they should just let it go till these cities learn to grow,&lt;br /&gt;and how to liberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is easy, it just becomes me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know me, all lie about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that I'm looking for a home now,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a boy or I'm looking for a girl now,&lt;br /&gt;I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow,&lt;br /&gt;into a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is easy, it just becomes me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know me, why lie about me.&lt;br /&gt;Silence is easy, it just becomes me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know me, why do you hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111323824732264908?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111323824732264908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111323824732264908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111323824732264908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111323824732264908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/silence-is-easy-starsailor.html' title='Silence is Easy - Starsailor'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111279999451249380</id><published>2005-04-06T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:06:34.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darts of Pleasure - Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>You are the latest contender&lt;br /&gt;                                                     You are the one to remember&lt;br /&gt;                                                     You are the villain&lt;br /&gt;                                                     That sells a line of dark                                                      fantastic passion&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     I know that you will                                                      surrender&lt;br /&gt;                                                     I know that you will                                                      surrender&lt;br /&gt;                                                     I want this fantastic                                                      passion, we'll have                                                      fantastic passion&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     You can feel my lips undress                                                      your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Undress your eyes, undress                                                      your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Words of love, words so                                                      leisured&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Words are poisoned darts of                                                      pleasure&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Tied and so you die&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     You are the latest adventure&lt;br /&gt;                                                     You're an emotional avenger&lt;br /&gt;                                                     You are the devil&lt;br /&gt;                                                     That sells a line of dark                                                      fantastic passion&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     I know that you will                                                      surrender&lt;br /&gt;                                                     I know that you will                                                      surrender&lt;br /&gt;                                                     I want this fantastic                                                      passion, we'll have                                                      fantastic passion&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     You can feel my lips undress                                                      your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Undress your eyes, undress                                                      your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Skin can feel my lips, they                                                      tingle tense anticipation&lt;br /&gt;                                                     This was an easy one, feel                                                      the word and melt upon it&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Words of love, words so                                                      leisured&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Words are poisoned darts of                                                      pleasure&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Tied and so you die&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                     Ich hei&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;e                                                      superfantastisch&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Ich trinke Schampus mit                                                      Lachsfisch&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Ich hei&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;e                                                      superfantastisch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111279999451249380?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111279999451249380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111279999451249380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111279999451249380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111279999451249380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/darts-of-pleasure-franz-ferdinand.html' title='Darts of Pleasure - Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111263079264168193</id><published>2005-04-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:06:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless - Korn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thumbing         through the pages of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;        Pushing all the mercy down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;        I wanna see you try to take a swing at me&lt;br /&gt;        Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why         are you trying to make fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;        You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;        What the fuck you think this does to me?&lt;br /&gt;        You take your turns lashing out at me&lt;br /&gt;        I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All         of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;        I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;        So you can try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;        Beat me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;        I will see you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thumbing         through the pages of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;        I'm above you, smiling as you drown, drown, drown&lt;br /&gt;        I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me&lt;br /&gt;        And I'll pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;        And you're down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why         are you trying to make fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;        You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;        What the fuck you think this does to me?&lt;br /&gt;        You take your turns lashing out at me&lt;br /&gt;        I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All         of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;        I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;        So you can try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;        Beat me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;        I will see you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All         my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down)&lt;br /&gt;        They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down)&lt;br /&gt;        Gonna take you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(______)         back against the wall (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All         of my hate cannot be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         So you can try to tear me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Beat me to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I will see you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         All of my hate cannot be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         So you can try to tear me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Beat me to the ground&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I will see you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111263079264168193?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111263079264168193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111263079264168193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111263079264168193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111263079264168193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughtless-korn.html' title='Thoughtless - Korn'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111236020170645664</id><published>2005-04-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:56:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno - Muse</title><content type='html'>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;      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 had the chance.       &lt;p&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;/p&gt;        &lt;p&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;       You could have been number one,&lt;br /&gt;       If you only had the chance,&lt;br /&gt;       And you could have ruled the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;       If you had the time.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111236020170645664?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111236020170645664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111236020170645664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111236020170645664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111236020170645664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/04/uno-muse.html' title='Uno - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111160815455831548</id><published>2005-03-23T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:20:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Right - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 223);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would never bother you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would never promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would never follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would never bother you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never speak a word again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will crawl away for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will move away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You won't be afraid of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No thought was put into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Always knew it would come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Things have never been so swell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never felt this well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pain! (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're right (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so warm and calm inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I no longer have to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's talk about someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sterling silver begins to melt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing really bothers her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She just wants to love herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will move away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You won't be afraid of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No thought was put into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Always knew it would come to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Things have never been so swell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never felt this well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pain! (x5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're right (x17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111160815455831548?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111160815455831548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111160815455831548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111160815455831548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111160815455831548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-youre-right-nirvana.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Right - Nirvana'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111125677586887233</id><published>2005-03-19T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T10:27:34.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Someone - Korn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;I can't stand to let you win&lt;br /&gt;I'm just watching you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool inside&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Thought you my friend&lt;br /&gt;Seems it never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody help me?&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some pain&lt;br /&gt;Not just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving you with this and that&lt;br /&gt;Giving gave nothing back&lt;br /&gt;It's all related to&lt;br /&gt;All the things I do&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool inside&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the things you tried&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody help me?&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some pain&lt;br /&gt;Not just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look, I sign&lt;br /&gt;I need someone&lt;br /&gt;Inside to help me out&lt;br /&gt;With what&lt;br /&gt;Im trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying&lt;br /&gt;In a pile of&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, somebody, somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, somebody, somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111125677586887233?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111125677586887233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111125677586887233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111125677586887233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111125677586887233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/somebody-someone-korn.html' title='Somebody Someone - Korn'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111090803802853093</id><published>2005-03-15T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T07:06:35.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash - Korn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;pre&gt;How did it start?&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just feel the craving&lt;br /&gt;I see flesh and it smells fresh&lt;br /&gt;and it's just there for the taking&lt;br /&gt;These little girls,&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel so goddam exhilerated&lt;br /&gt;I fill them up, I can't give it up&lt;br /&gt;To me, I'm just erasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my lies, and I despise&lt;br /&gt;every second I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So I run away&lt;br /&gt;and you still stay&lt;br /&gt;So what the fuck is with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but rape them&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;My heart inside is constantly hating&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just throw you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so fucking cold&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why its hurts me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna is get with you&lt;br /&gt;and make the pain go away&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a conscience?&lt;br /&gt;All it does is fuck with me&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have this torment?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is fuck it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my lies, and I despise&lt;br /&gt;every second I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So I run away&lt;br /&gt;and you still stay&lt;br /&gt;So what the fuck is with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but rape them&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;My heart inside is constantly hating&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just throw you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my lies, and I despise&lt;br /&gt;every second I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So I run away&lt;br /&gt;and you still stay&lt;br /&gt;So what the fuck is with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but rape them&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;My heart inside is constantly hating&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just throw you away&lt;br /&gt;Just throw you away &lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111090803802853093?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111090803802853093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111090803802853093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111090803802853093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111090803802853093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/trash-korn.html' title='Trash - Korn'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111083113788358582</id><published>2005-03-14T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:12:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpetuam as Incertezas</title><content type='html'>E curioso reparar nestes dias... A moleza apoderou-se de muita gente, o factor novidade acabou-se de vez, aquela vida que havia ali de início tornou-se rotina... Era no fundo o que se esperava mas nunca pensara que fosse tão rápido… Rápido e fugaz... E agora que se passa comigo? Na verdade... Regressou aquela leve depressão que se apodera quando a rotina se torna ainda mais rotineira. Mas talvez não seja só isso... Ok, há algo mais e é nestes dias reencontro os meus amigos de sempre e ate alguns novos... Mas nenhum deles proveio da faculdade. Emergindo desta forma uma grande incógnita... Quem e que vai dali ficar depois de 4 anos? Quem são as pessoas que posso verdadeiramente contar? Tudo isto revela as incertezas de quem se iludiu pelo início que prometeu tudo... Mas que ainda não revelou nada. As esperanças continuam de pé... E o tempo ira ajudar a perceber o resto... Mas a verdade... São tudo ilusões... Como aquela que me tornei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111083113788358582?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111083113788358582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111083113788358582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111083113788358582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111083113788358582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/perpetuam-as-incertezas.html' title='Perpetuam as Incertezas'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111056112868363283</id><published>2005-03-11T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T09:12:08.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Show Host - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>I want to&lt;br /&gt;                     I want to be someone else or I'll explode&lt;br /&gt;                     Floating upon the surface for the birds&lt;br /&gt;                     The birds&lt;br /&gt;                     The birds&lt;br /&gt;                     You want me&lt;br /&gt;                     Fucking well come and find me&lt;br /&gt;                     I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;                     With a gun and a pack of sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;                     And nothing&lt;br /&gt;                     Nothing&lt;br /&gt;                     Nothing&lt;br /&gt;                     Nothing&lt;br /&gt;                     You want me&lt;br /&gt;                     Well come on and break the door down&lt;br /&gt;                     You want me&lt;br /&gt;                     Fucking come on and break the door down&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111056112868363283?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111056112868363283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111056112868363283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111056112868363283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111056112868363283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/talk-show-host-radiohead.html' title='Talk Show Host - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-111003505207728391</id><published>2005-03-05T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:08:55.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak and Powerless - A Perfect Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tilling my own grave to keep me level&lt;br /&gt;Jam another dragon down the hole&lt;br /&gt;Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren&lt;br /&gt;One that pushes me along and leaves me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and Ravenous&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak and powerless over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China&lt;br /&gt;White as Dracula as I approach the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and Ravenous&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak and powerless over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little angel go away&lt;br /&gt;Come again some other day&lt;br /&gt;The devil has my ear today&lt;br /&gt;I'll never hear a word you say&lt;br /&gt;He promised I would find a little solace&lt;br /&gt;And some piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Whatever just as long as I don't feel so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and Ravenous&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak and powerless over you&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and Ravenous&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weak and powerless&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-111003505207728391?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/111003505207728391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=111003505207728391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111003505207728391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/111003505207728391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/weak-and-powerless-perfect-circle.html' title='Weak and Powerless - A Perfect Circle'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110969023165687390</id><published>2005-03-01T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T07:17:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid Song - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Jumped in the river, what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;                     Black-eyed angels swam with me&lt;br /&gt;                     A moon full of stars and astral cars&lt;br /&gt;                     And all the figures I used to see&lt;br /&gt;                     All my lovers were there with me&lt;br /&gt;                     All my past and futures&lt;br /&gt;                     And we all went to heaven in a little row boat&lt;br /&gt;                     There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped into the river and what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;                     Black-eyed angels swam with me&lt;br /&gt;                     A moon full of stars and astral cars&lt;br /&gt;                     And all the figures I used to see&lt;br /&gt;                     All my lovers were there with me&lt;br /&gt;                     All my past and futures&lt;br /&gt;                     And we all went to heaven in a little row boat&lt;br /&gt;                     There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt&lt;br /&gt;                     There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt&lt;br /&gt;                     There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110969023165687390?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110969023165687390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110969023165687390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110969023165687390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110969023165687390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/03/pyramid-song-radiohead.html' title='Pyramid Song - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110882052967999037</id><published>2005-02-19T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T05:43:01.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bends - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;                    The words are coming out all weird&lt;br /&gt;                    Where are you now when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;                    Alone on an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;                    Falling asleep beside the window pane&lt;br /&gt;                    My blood'll thicken&lt;br /&gt;                    I need to wash myself again to hide all the the dirt and pain&lt;br /&gt;                    'Cause I'd be scared but there's nothing underneath&lt;br /&gt;                    Who are my real friends?&lt;br /&gt;                    Have they all got the bends?&lt;br /&gt;                    Am i really sinking this low?                    &lt;p&gt;Baby's got the bends, oh no&lt;br /&gt;                   We don't have any real friends, no no no&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Lying in a bar with my drip feed on&lt;br /&gt;                   Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish it was the sixties&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish we could be happy&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;                   The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear&lt;br /&gt;                   And where are you?&lt;br /&gt;                   Brought in the CIA&lt;br /&gt;                   The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away&lt;br /&gt;                   To blow me sky high&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Baby's got the bends&lt;br /&gt;                   We don't have any real friends&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Lying in a bar with my drip feed on&lt;br /&gt;                   Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish it was the sixties&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish we could be happy&lt;br /&gt;                   I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I want to live, breathe&lt;br /&gt;                   I want to be part of the human race&lt;br /&gt;                   I want to live, breathe&lt;br /&gt;                   I want to be part of the human race&lt;br /&gt;                   race, race, race&lt;/p&gt;                    Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;                    The words are coming out all weird&lt;br /&gt;                    Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;                    When I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110882052967999037?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110882052967999037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110882052967999037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110882052967999037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110882052967999037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/02/bends-radiohead.html' title='The Bends - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110858367508827624</id><published>2005-02-16T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:46:20.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldita Ilusao...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhei... Por uma vez que iria deixar de ser um fraco, que ia viver... Imaginem viver... alimentei algo que sabia que era impossível, mas que o coração tinha uma força nunca antes vista... E foi tanto tempo... 5 anos a ver um oásis que me fugia sempre, eterna ilusão que apagara o meu ser. Sonhei contigo e quis a minha inocência acreditar que tudo podia ser real, que toda aquela promessa de vida que encontrara na tua sensualidade era verdadeira, que aquilo estava tudo ao meu alcance... E tu... Parecias gostar... pura ilusão. Parecias querer... sonhar alto. E a morte ali tão perto... A querer apagar a minha presença... Quiseram-me matar não fisicamente mas psicologicamente... Nesses dias perguntava-me: "Acordar para que? Para sofrer mais uma vez?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente recusei aceder a tais instintos e foi no verão há 3 anos que soltei o grito de raiva, estava enjoado do marasmo que se encontrava a minha vida, uma paralisia que ocupava o meu espírito, a raiva contida transformou-se em depressão. O meu entendimento e compreensão em ambição e fúria contida. Minha felicidade... continua perdida. A distancia que me separara dos outros... se ainda hoje e forte... na altura era intransponível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferi esconder-me de todos os que queriam sufocar a minha alma, escondi-me num buraco que tinha cavado durante tanto tempo onde ia enterrar-me, a meditar sobre a minha vida, sobre aquilo que me tornara: escravo da inocência pura, iludido sem sentido, morto a custa de factores externos... Ali preparei tudo, tudo o que achei necessário para viver só... A minha vontade de te apagar era forte e nos dias que passei assim, um sentimento de ódio era o que sobrava... Sai dele para meu proprio bem. Recomeçar a minha vida era o meu objectivo seguinte e o Extrenato Alfa era o proximo passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um ano duro mas os objectivos tinham sido concluídos... Achava eu... Deixei de te ver e certo e deixei de sofrer por ti como é obvio. E agora que tenho uma hipótese de viver... De voltar a amar... Veio o teu fantasma para me assolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo qual a minha felicidade quando soube noticias tuas... Entraste no meu buraco e, que eu saiba, o coveiro não deixa o seu trabalho a meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra (que esta seja a primeira e a ultima vez que o teu nome seja proferido) já te quis muita coisa. Agora... quero ser o primeiro a enterrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We Hope That You Choke, That You Choke - Exit Music (For a Film), Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110858367508827624?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110858367508827624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110858367508827624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110858367508827624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110858367508827624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/02/maldita-ilusao.html' title='Maldita Ilusao...'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110730201404306705</id><published>2005-02-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:53:34.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Museum - Muse</title><content type='html'> 			  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 its over&lt;br /&gt; 				To reveal what you’d never shown her&lt;br /&gt; 				Too little much too late 				 &lt;p&gt;Too long trying to resist it&lt;br /&gt;				  You’ve just gone and missed it&lt;br /&gt;				  It's escaped your world&lt;/p&gt;  				 &lt;p&gt;Can you see that I am needing&lt;br /&gt;				  Begging for so much more&lt;br /&gt;				  Then you could ever give&lt;br /&gt;				  But 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;/p&gt;  				 &lt;p&gt;I have played in every toilet&lt;br /&gt;				  But you still want to spoil it&lt;br /&gt;				  To prove I’ve made a big mistake&lt;/p&gt;  				 &lt;p&gt;Too long trying to resist it&lt;br /&gt;				  You’ve just gone and missed it&lt;br /&gt;				  It's escaped your world&lt;/p&gt;  				 &lt;p&gt;Can you see that I am needing&lt;br /&gt;				  Begging for so much more&lt;br /&gt;				  Then you could ever give&lt;br /&gt;				  But idon’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;				  I’ll do it on my own&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110730201404306705?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110730201404306705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110730201404306705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110730201404306705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110730201404306705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/02/muscle-museum-muse.html' title='Muscle Museum - Muse'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110692969429461833</id><published>2005-01-28T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:28:14.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>                             The green plastic watering can&lt;br /&gt;                             For a fake chinese rubberplant&lt;br /&gt;                             In the fake plastic earth&lt;br /&gt;                             That she bought from a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;                             In a town full of rubber plans&lt;br /&gt;                             To get rid of itself                            &lt;p&gt;It wears her out&lt;br /&gt;                            It wears her out&lt;br /&gt;                            It wears her out&lt;br /&gt;                            It wears her out&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;She lives with a broken man&lt;br /&gt;                            A cracked polystyrene man&lt;br /&gt;                            Who just crumbles and burns&lt;br /&gt;                            He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties&lt;br /&gt;                            But gravity always wins&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;And it wears him out&lt;br /&gt;                            And it wears him out&lt;br /&gt;                            And it wears him out&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;She looks like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;                            She tastes like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;                            My fake plastic love&lt;br /&gt;                            But I can't help the feeling&lt;br /&gt;                            I could blow through the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;                            if I just turned and ran&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;And it wears me out&lt;br /&gt;                            It wears me out&lt;br /&gt;                            It wears me out&lt;/p&gt;                            If I could be who you wanted&lt;br /&gt;                             if I could be who you wanted all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110692969429461833?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110692969429461833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110692969429461833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110692969429461833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110692969429461833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/01/fake-plastic-trees-radiohead.html' title='Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242594.post-110609330420571957</id><published>2005-01-18T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:47:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de um Passado Recente - Gil</title><content type='html'>Como o tempo passa... há não muito tempo irradiava dentro de mim um sentimento da mais pura raiva. Os últimos dias do Gil foram dos mais duros da minha vida, em que a necessidade de reflectir era mais forte e o afastamento era necessário. Cometi o crime de ser inocente e, sobretudo, de submeter-me aos caprichos dos outros contrariando a minha natureza. E se há algo que aprendi nesses é que, mais importante do que tudo, devemos ser fieis a nós próprios independentemente da situação. Contudo esses dias não foram duros por causa do amor (também ajudou mas era o que menos importava na altura), mas sim porque desliguei totalmente de pessoas que no fundo sentia que eram os meus grandes amigos dentro de uma turma em que sentia, mais do que nunca, a força da cobardia. Felizmente o tempo favoreceu e quem hoje ainda falo são as pessoas que considerava amigos nos tempos em que a dor e a raiva superava tudo o resto. E já lá vão dois anos desde a última vez que entrei em contacto com a turma que me acompanhou durante 11 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242594-110609330420571957?l=desdodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/feeds/110609330420571957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242594&amp;postID=110609330420571957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110609330420571957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242594/posts/default/110609330420571957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desdodes.blogspot.com/2005/01/memrias-de-um-passado-recente-gil.html' title='Memórias de um Passado Recente - Gil'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
