<?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-35616291</id><updated>2012-01-13T20:42:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Broadsheet Ballad</title><subtitle type='html'>Lay Down your weary song Lay Down the thoughts you wrung</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-892939185528902862</id><published>2010-04-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:49:27.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Against the Odds</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna preach&lt;br /&gt;Cause often I don't&lt;br /&gt;March is here and we're still young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna bind&lt;br /&gt;Your little mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But you should know that I do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds of our peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lead us astray&lt;br /&gt;Or have it all&lt;br /&gt;Whichever you'd like, whichever you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a dream&lt;br /&gt;Remember it when you wake&lt;br /&gt;I dream a hundred dreams&lt;br /&gt;I threw 'em all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds of our peers&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-892939185528902862?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/892939185528902862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=892939185528902862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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clothes against our skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we're gonna be drunk&lt;br /&gt;Stumblin' through the fields with&lt;br /&gt;A bouquet in our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We save all of our wishes&lt;br /&gt;And hang 'em out to dry while&lt;br /&gt;The horse goes on for miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find the time&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll change yer name to&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself a rose&lt;br /&gt;Put away the past&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-390399340154434160?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/390399340154434160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=390399340154434160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/390399340154434160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/390399340154434160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2010/04/buy-yourself-rose.html' title='Buy Yourself A Rose'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-5472758753405622286</id><published>2010-01-03T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:59:36.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting Your Daydreams</title><content type='html'>I'll take your punches&lt;br /&gt;I'll take on your faults&lt;br /&gt;While you roam around in search of what's wrong with the &lt;br /&gt;World and it's people who are living at large&lt;br /&gt;I'll sever what's mine in the unselfish act of my &lt;br /&gt;Life and my time, Oh righteous me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never look at me&lt;br /&gt;The same way again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out selling roses&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin about things that give me a new found res-&lt;br /&gt;Pect for the blues and the comforts we seek&lt;br /&gt;When we cease to amaze me my knees will go week and I'll&lt;br /&gt;Fall on my face and breath into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever look at me&lt;br /&gt;The same way again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have a place in mind&lt;br /&gt;Where we could spend the rest of our time&lt;br /&gt;Go West, young man, Go West&lt;br /&gt;It's where it all began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-5472758753405622286?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/5472758753405622286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=5472758753405622286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5472758753405622286'/><link rel='self' 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couple of very small circles&lt;br /&gt;For building an anime scene&lt;br /&gt;In the tree above the bulldog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my hands are on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your dreams are more real&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your dreams are more real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will carry you, then we'll throw you aside&lt;br /&gt;In our arms remains the weight of what you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so stealing my thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-7254101246480513059?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/7254101246480513059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=7254101246480513059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7254101246480513059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7254101246480513059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-our-arms.html' title='In Our Arms'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-8853156339585479764</id><published>2010-01-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:46:59.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Nights</title><content type='html'>I am dreamin of a foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Through these streets that should be buried&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin of another woman's man&lt;br /&gt;When I cry&lt;br /&gt;The first tears of summer&lt;br /&gt;Time slows down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no tears in my holiday&lt;br /&gt;I drink the night while I can&lt;br /&gt;I grab me a piece of land for an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;And I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And the same moon&lt;br /&gt;That I can't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the old men around here they stay up real late&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin to change the rules to everything&lt;br /&gt;Their great debate holds social and political weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're never lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are again, they're in this together&lt;br /&gt;And everything they say is gonna matter to them&lt;br /&gt;They're never lonely&lt;br /&gt;They'll never be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-8853156339585479764?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/8853156339585479764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=8853156339585479764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/8853156339585479764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/8853156339585479764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2010/01/italian-nights.html' title='Italian Nights'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-7744075659155623964</id><published>2009-07-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:45:22.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll Run Her Farewell (rollout)</title><content type='html'>She told her problems so long&lt;br /&gt;She sold her apartment to a couple in the city, in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sold them out, started alone&lt;br /&gt;She made her way through the pressing demands of a life on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never stopped to think about the way that she'd get by&lt;br /&gt;So she'll run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the leaves to be changin'&lt;br /&gt;There's a patio outback surrounded by Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;Still strung up in the neighbors back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never stopped to think about the way that she'd get by&lt;br /&gt;So she'll run&lt;br /&gt;Her farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a rollout in progress)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-7744075659155623964?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/7744075659155623964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=7744075659155623964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7744075659155623964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7744075659155623964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2009/07/shell-run-her-farewell-rollout.html' title='She&apos;ll Run Her Farewell (rollout)'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-2086130397340611562</id><published>2009-07-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:19:04.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Burden</title><content type='html'>I can't follow you anymore&lt;br /&gt;My mind needs a break that's well deserved, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me so long just to get to this point&lt;br /&gt;I'm askin' will you take my burden on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many nights I've sat and listened to you cry&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've thought to cry on my own, yes I have&lt;br /&gt;You know I always smile through the doubt&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got this burden to smile through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I blame myself for lettin' it all add up&lt;br /&gt;A man can go mighty far on his own, yes he can&lt;br /&gt;It may be selfish of me layin' this all out&lt;br /&gt;I'm askin' will you taken my burden on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at times it's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Yes at times it'll hurt&lt;br /&gt;Remember now you're the one who said this'll work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get a chance to rest yourself a while&lt;br /&gt;Think about this burden of mine&lt;br /&gt;This is the burden you are takin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I always smile through the doubt&lt;br /&gt;This is the burden you are takin' on&lt;br /&gt;This is the burden you are takin' on, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;This is the burden you are takin' on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-6818648997337053492</id><published>2009-04-30T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:36:34.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Games</title><content type='html'>Waiting is the worst time to find the right surprise&lt;br /&gt;You hear the crickets laugh as they pass you by&lt;br /&gt;But no one is around, no to define the sound&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's uninvited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll find the strength to tell the end of the anecdote&lt;br /&gt;On the block at 26, the same at 42, I'm gettin' slow, so slow&lt;br /&gt;But no one is around, no to define my sound&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's uninvited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on the porch when I'm struck from behind&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else is drinking, sharing in the wine&lt;br /&gt;No one is around, no one to pick up my mind&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's uninvited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-6818648997337053492?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/6818648997337053492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=6818648997337053492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6818648997337053492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6818648997337053492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mind-games.html' title='My Mind Games'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-1458608360378871697</id><published>2009-01-14T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:56:32.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surrender</title><content type='html'>I'm raising the stakes on the name in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing in down just as soon as he can behave&lt;br /&gt;And get on, and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the blues, I walk in his room&lt;br /&gt;And nobody notices me walk in to the "Red Moon"&lt;br /&gt;But it's on, it's on, it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out by phone that this brother of mine&lt;br /&gt;Was dining with his men when they fell under attack&lt;br /&gt;It went on, and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was preachin' the words he's known, &lt;br /&gt;Preachin' the words they've grown to listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove 'em from Memphis to Mobile on New Years&lt;br /&gt;And threw down their handle on the war, while everyone cheered&lt;br /&gt;It went on, and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was preachin' the words he's known, &lt;br /&gt;Preachin' the words they've grown to listen to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-1458608360378871697?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/1458608360378871697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=1458608360378871697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/1458608360378871697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/1458608360378871697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memphis.html' title='The Surrender'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-7980123219022319766</id><published>2008-08-17T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:58:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful</title><content type='html'>They say that falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Is Wonderful, So Wonderful, so they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not lost on the trail &lt;br /&gt;Of Longing or Lust, then you're ok, yea you're ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are feelings in life only known &lt;br /&gt;By those in love&lt;br /&gt;And to say, "I love you," each day&lt;br /&gt;For those, life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can find someone&lt;br /&gt;Come home to love, to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than being alone, trust me&lt;br /&gt;I know the desire to want much more, so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are feelings in life only known&lt;br /&gt;By those in love&lt;br /&gt;And to say, "I love you," each day&lt;br /&gt;For those, life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;So Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(indebted to Irving Berlin's "They say It's Wonderful")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-7980123219022319766?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/7980123219022319766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=7980123219022319766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7980123219022319766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/7980123219022319766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-3634646759963715776</id><published>2008-07-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:14:44.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog About</title><content type='html'>Fall into the arms of a woman who cares&lt;br /&gt;Look in her eyes and tell her what you see there&lt;br /&gt;She'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good Lord never said to prey upon the weak&lt;br /&gt;He said give 'em the news and be there when they weep&lt;br /&gt;They'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's not anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely white boy in a black man's world&lt;br /&gt;Where the Goddess is dark and the sun plays well upon her&lt;br /&gt;She'll haunt you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it a shame, Ain't it shame&lt;br /&gt;You tell it on the mountain, but there's nobody listening&lt;br /&gt;They'll haunt you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's not anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot upon the ashes, A lot upon the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin' I'm the captain and I'm sippin' on my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me by the hand and walk me along&lt;br /&gt;Keep me on the edge of your tongue when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-3634646759963715776?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/3634646759963715776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=3634646759963715776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3634646759963715776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3634646759963715776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2008/07/offer-nothing-at-no-cost.html' title='To Blog About'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-536044549158459169</id><published>2008-06-11T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:36:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Only Knows Me</title><content type='html'>I will carry myself&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love&lt;br /&gt;With you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know, that the water's too warm&lt;br /&gt;And I am so weak&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even stand&lt;br /&gt;To not hold myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some days are better than others&lt;br /&gt;I know that some ways are easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one&lt;br /&gt;To follow or give you&lt;br /&gt;The things that I&lt;br /&gt;Am supposed to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are the reason that I&lt;br /&gt;Am real in this life&lt;br /&gt;God only knows me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that some ways are easier than others&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that some days are better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna change the way I sing&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna change the way I dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-5628118332247658669</id><published>2008-02-28T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:59:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Love is Strange</title><content type='html'>I've grown some&lt;br /&gt;on this broken train track&lt;br /&gt;When it seemed a while&lt;br /&gt;all we did was get high&lt;br /&gt;And it must've been a year or two&lt;br /&gt;before we made any friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these days were so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gettin' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the band breaks down&lt;br /&gt;and everybody goes their own way&lt;br /&gt;Hey, maybe I'll quit my job&lt;br /&gt;just so I can sit around and watch movies&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and try to live the dream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these days were so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is strange&lt;br /&gt;So is Vegas&lt;br /&gt;You're better off if you&lt;br /&gt;never leave your bedroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-5628118332247658669?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/5628118332247658669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=5628118332247658669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5628118332247658669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm wrong and tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I could use the help&lt;br /&gt;It's not that He knows about my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just not His kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm followed by the blues&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll know it's comin' after you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've been cheated by joy&lt;br /&gt;And it drives me up a wall&lt;br /&gt;Here I was ready to sing my love song&lt;br /&gt;(this ain't no love song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm followed by the blues&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll know it's comin' after you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here it comes, won't be long)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-3390965180348015162?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/3390965180348015162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=3390965180348015162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3390965180348015162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3390965180348015162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled.html' title='Followed By The Blues'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-4064735453182983068</id><published>2008-01-21T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:12:50.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Beatles Fan When the Beatles Landed</title><content type='html'>This song is by Emily Easterly and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you wish it was a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;Like it was in 1964&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Like a Beatles fan when the Beatles landed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't you wish I would've kissed you when&lt;br /&gt;You said you was leavin' forever&lt;br /&gt;That's what you'll think when I say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And in your mind my eyes were cryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you wish it was a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;Like it was in 1964&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-4064735453182983068?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/4064735453182983068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=4064735453182983068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/4064735453182983068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/4064735453182983068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled.html' title='Like a Beatles Fan When the Beatles Landed'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-3278369243055363292</id><published>2008-01-08T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:00:27.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragin' Glory</title><content type='html'>Forget about the flames and glory, my lovely sin&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we'll sing with a flickering twang&lt;br /&gt;The starlings come out at night&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious scenes of brassy light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the page you land on, my drying gin&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we'll drink to celebrate the stains&lt;br /&gt;We've got tomorrow to lie around&lt;br /&gt;And creepier things are going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the ragin' glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll die for my country or maybe I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;Only if we could fall in love, I'd have my desires&lt;br /&gt;My one desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forget about the ragin' glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-3278369243055363292?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/3278369243055363292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=3278369243055363292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3278369243055363292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3278369243055363292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2008/01/ragin-glory.html' title='Ragin&apos; Glory'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-875586020973337662</id><published>2008-01-08T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:54:42.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits On Ice</title><content type='html'>I have seen rain in six counties&lt;br /&gt;I hear the valleys a'flood&lt;br /&gt;But if there was trouble, how could we be dry?&lt;br /&gt;When we're all here in cold blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where they found me&lt;br /&gt;I suppose they've grown me up&lt;br /&gt;But the life we commune is making us cry&lt;br /&gt;And I think the valley has had enough&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit's on ice and no man gets hung&lt;br /&gt;With his hat on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lived in beauty and peace&lt;br /&gt;At least we can say we've tried&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the rain and the terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;The beauty and peace ain't alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a wife and a child&lt;br /&gt;And I wore my clothes inside out&lt;br /&gt;If I could leave and let the change in me hang&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd be allowed to die proud&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit's on ice and no man gets hung&lt;br /&gt;With his hat on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-875586020973337662?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-5249637007130294746</id><published>2007-06-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:02:49.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Behind the Muse</title><content type='html'>For weeks now, I ain't learned nothin' yet&lt;br /&gt;There ought to be laws against singin' that&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll 'em over easy if there were&lt;br /&gt;They're sisters, they're talkin', they may be strange&lt;br /&gt;But thats how you draw it and thats how they change&lt;br /&gt;To have that living reason why...&lt;br /&gt;You got to get behind the muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you're the one who's been bad&lt;br /&gt;Now it's you spillin' all the news&lt;br /&gt;Me, I just can't face to tell 'em&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're on some kind of emotional level&lt;br /&gt;Poor ol' me, maybe i'm confused&lt;br /&gt;You got to get behind the muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all soaked in suspicion&lt;br /&gt;It's like all of my finer marks are in question&lt;br /&gt;But at least I know I've got a relief&lt;br /&gt;So let's shoot to see who plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;We could aspire another age of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And age that we all could believe&lt;br /&gt;You got to get behind the muse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-5249637007130294746?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/5249637007130294746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=5249637007130294746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5249637007130294746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5249637007130294746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/06/get-behind-muse.html' title='Get Behind the Muse'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-5293788329656473199</id><published>2007-04-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:58:41.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows</title><content type='html'>The secrets of the universe are comin' true&lt;br /&gt;To ruin what we're seein' through&lt;br /&gt;It happens to be paradise&lt;br /&gt;That's ready to just say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Oh  I'll try I know&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'll lie&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll try you see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven will you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've filled the pages of my mind&lt;br /&gt;With the beauty of just passing time&lt;br /&gt;And the laziness of an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;With an evening of just loving you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you'll cry you see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven believe me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you'll cry I know&lt;br /&gt;Heaven break down and you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is rolling thunder out to see&lt;br /&gt;What anyone really means to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it ringing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you see me cry tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-5293788329656473199?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-3777922959433712893</id><published>2007-04-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:03:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyman Righteous (You'll Love to Play That Part)</title><content type='html'>Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;For soul and sinful heart&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll love to play that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes easy&lt;br /&gt;You'll do it and breathe and be&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;Let all the other people see&lt;br /&gt;You show 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, your own kind&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious you'll look so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, your own kind&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious you'll look so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;For soul and sinful heart&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll love to play that part&lt;br /&gt;To play that part&lt;br /&gt;To play that part&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;br /&gt;Everyman righteous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-3777922959433712893?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/3777922959433712893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=3777922959433712893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3777922959433712893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/3777922959433712893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/04/everyman-righteous-youll-love-to-play.html' title='Everyman Righteous (You&apos;ll Love to Play That Part)'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-1715652321563858466</id><published>2007-02-19T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:33:48.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amen Blues</title><content type='html'>I made my trip to heaven&lt;br /&gt;To meet you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what'll do&lt;br /&gt;I made my trip to heaven&lt;br /&gt;To meet you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what can I do for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on things&lt;br /&gt;That make me feel&lt;br /&gt;T'was said this is paradise&lt;br /&gt;I've given up them things&lt;br /&gt;That make me feel&lt;br /&gt;I left 'em all behind for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;When I'm restin' my weary bones&lt;br /&gt;Even Sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' look at what the Lord has done for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my woman she has left me&lt;br /&gt;I got no job&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my Sundays are free&lt;br /&gt;All my friends sit around&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' high&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' tonight I'll have two or three for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this trip to heaven&lt;br /&gt;To please you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Show me you know its true&lt;br /&gt;I took this trip to heaven&lt;br /&gt;To please you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what else can I do for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-1715652321563858466?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/1715652321563858466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=1715652321563858466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/1715652321563858466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/1715652321563858466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/02/amen-blues.html' title='The Amen Blues'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-5234789096680496432</id><published>2007-02-14T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:56:50.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done?</title><content type='html'>What have I done?  What have I done?  I stole my woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had a plan and that tramp, she explained,&lt;br /&gt;"it's against all my rules."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we're not staying in that union."&lt;br /&gt;So I packed her things into saddle bags and stole&lt;br /&gt;some of her booze.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying new tastes and her fruits.&lt;br /&gt;The cover of the night&lt;br /&gt;made the bright, young moon&lt;br /&gt;seem so obvious. &lt;br /&gt;He's got his light on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?  What have I done?  I stole my woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With morning comes a day where everything is new,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered we're on the run.&lt;br /&gt;She's inviting, yes, but I put my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;"Daisy is your name, now girl, can you dig&lt;br /&gt;this whole new life?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes I can and I will be your wife."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I took you out&lt;br /&gt;of your misery,&lt;br /&gt;don't you go sour.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be wed within the hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?  What have I done?  I stole my woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now justice and revenge had a way with the men&lt;br /&gt;I took her from.&lt;br /&gt;They sniffed around 'til they smelled some.&lt;br /&gt;See Daisy turns tricks and there's rules to the game:&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave.&lt;br /&gt;There's money there and she gets it made.&lt;br /&gt;"She didn't run," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"I took her away,&lt;br /&gt;please, just let it be."&lt;br /&gt;That's when they pointed guns at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?  What have I done?  I stole my woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-5234789096680496432?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/5234789096680496432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=5234789096680496432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5234789096680496432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/5234789096680496432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-have-i-done.html' title='What Have I Done?'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-6261319157196141754</id><published>2007-02-08T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:59:05.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulonium 210</title><content type='html'>Strained, two countries' relations&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;At the hotel, on the planes, in the tea they drank&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found, a writer was gunned down&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in her words, she's a mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;In the news, on the ground, in the dirt she moved&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead, a Russian spy in bed&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in his veins, he's not the same&lt;br /&gt;Another country, a bald head, a homegrown enemy&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies, two suspects in disguise&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in this case and it's been traced&lt;br /&gt;Through one man's alibi and those trips he made&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs, the Kremlin just sits back&lt;br /&gt;There's poison at their door and that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Says the victim, "it's an order that they gave."&lt;br /&gt;There's poison in the air, it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: this is the most interesting news story i've ever kept up on...the BBC is keeping a daily timeline on the events in this case]&lt;br /&gt;[note2: for a similar, yet not as captivating story, see Jill Carroll of the Christian Science Monitor kidnapping]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-6261319157196141754?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/6261319157196141754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=6261319157196141754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6261319157196141754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6261319157196141754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/02/pulonium-210.html' title='Pulonium 210'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-6274598324902780383</id><published>2007-02-04T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:16:03.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning...</title><content type='html'>So many times I tried to carry you through the fairness&lt;br /&gt;So many times I tried to wish you a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Even though the whispering broke my glimpse of silence&lt;br /&gt;I remain unsober in language &amp; demeanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was wincing when other ways to cope had failed&lt;br /&gt;There was a stance that was converted nearly on your behalf&lt;br /&gt;Aside from torture and a domestic way of living&lt;br /&gt;I remain unsober in language &amp; demeanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of how I rested myself on the rails of the chateau&lt;br /&gt;Think about worldly and naked positions of faith&lt;br /&gt;Now the question has a pulse to be reckoned&lt;br /&gt;I remain unsober in language &amp;amp; demeanor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-6274598324902780383?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/6274598324902780383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=6274598324902780383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6274598324902780383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/6274598324902780383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-morning.html' title='This Morning...'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35616291.post-117027373572413917</id><published>2007-01-31T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:48:36.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Loved</title><content type='html'>The doors of the galley swing open&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm standing in a bed of blues&lt;br /&gt;There's no noose around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Cause years ago I managed to cut it loose&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's gone high and mighty&lt;br /&gt;And figured out what that'll get&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first stranger to have a light&lt;br /&gt;But no one's smoking cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;So maybe i'll start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's peel back some layers of paint&lt;br /&gt;And see how many pictures we've tried&lt;br /&gt;I've been inside of this world&lt;br /&gt;If we dig deep we'll be on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us know the language there&lt;br /&gt;And besides, we've sanctioned them&lt;br /&gt;But why not trade for skins and spice&lt;br /&gt;And spark the buds that you condemn&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking of taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band rehearses in a church&lt;br /&gt;Just look both ways before you cross the street&lt;br /&gt;It should of been the two of us last fall&lt;br /&gt;Going there to do our political deed&lt;br /&gt;Well it turns out we won anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a sign that colors have changed&lt;br /&gt;If you come around and I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;Just listen for that band to arrange&lt;br /&gt;My simple melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a queen for me on every card&lt;br /&gt;But I'm done with the one of crimson hearts&lt;br /&gt;So deal me in the lucky club&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet the one who's dark and sharp&lt;br /&gt;I've no patience for the one who shines&lt;br /&gt;Cause she too is a bloody mess&lt;br /&gt;And my time here is not forever&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd like to keep the rest&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you were loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35616291-117027373572413917?l=theballads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/feeds/117027373572413917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35616291&amp;postID=117027373572413917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/117027373572413917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35616291/posts/default/117027373572413917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theballads.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-mourning.html' title='You Were Loved'/><author><name>JlikeBoB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09799418598367793604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8QH6oC4k8vY/R5Kk_7gzSII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/BktYsWOkE3c/S220/DSCN0835.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
