<?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-6062502</id><updated>2011-08-15T16:05:50.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Une saison en enfer</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetas malditos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-7835852170265596193</id><published>2010-11-17T12:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:23:55.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebe - Cuidándote</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHQab6K-Kko?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHQab6K-Kko?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despacito cuando tu dormías&lt;br /&gt;ella te hablaba, te preguntaba, te protegía&lt;br /&gt;ella prometió darte todo&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo pudo darte lo que tuvo&lt;br /&gt;y para ti lo más hermoso&lt;br /&gt;era amanecer junto a sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;iluminando el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero los pájaros no pueden ser enjaulados&lt;br /&gt;porque ellos son del cielo, ellos son del aire&lt;br /&gt;y su amor es demasiado grande para guardarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volaste alrededor de la luna con ella&lt;br /&gt;le pediste que nunca se fuera&lt;br /&gt;y ella respondió:&lt;br /&gt;mi amor siempre estará cuidántote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la dejaste volar&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos lloraron hasta doler&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo tu sabías&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella prometió darte todo&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo pudo darte lo que tuvo&lt;br /&gt;y para ti lo mas hermoso&lt;br /&gt;era amanecer junto a sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;iluminando el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero los pájaros no pueden ser enjaulados&lt;br /&gt;porque ellos son del cielo, ellos son del aire&lt;br /&gt;y su amor es demasiado grande para guardarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la dejaste volar&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos lloraron hasta doler&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo tu sabías&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la dejaste volar&lt;br /&gt;y sus ojos lloraron hasta doler&lt;br /&gt;pero solo ella sabía&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la dejaste volar&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos lloraron hasta doler&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo tu sabías&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;br /&gt;que así tenía que ser&lt;div 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Cuidándote'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8169761668232670686</id><published>2010-09-10T14:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:48:46.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime Sin Tierra - Ruta a 80</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIpvTnC637I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wbLH9Biwaho/s1600/IMG_5987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIpvTnC637I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wbLH9Biwaho/s400/IMG_5987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515343076358021042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasan las casas&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los puentes&lt;br /&gt;Pasan las vacas&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los carteles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan las caras&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los pueblos&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los colores&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenés razón,&lt;br /&gt;Durante los viajes&lt;br /&gt;Late más fuerte el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan las nubes&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Pasan las montañas&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los silencios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenés razón,&lt;br /&gt;Durante los viajes&lt;br /&gt;Late más fuerte el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola&lt;br /&gt;Allá a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;Veo reflejos&lt;br /&gt;Parece que está mojado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola&lt;br /&gt;Allá a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;Aquí está seco&lt;br /&gt;La vista te está engañando&lt;div 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80'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIpvTnC637I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wbLH9Biwaho/s72-c/IMG_5987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-428607532454165386</id><published>2010-09-09T13:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:20:29.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollies - The Air That I Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIkJInZOUZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/R2Dny_JQZeE/s1600/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIkJInZOUZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/R2Dny_JQZeE/s400/broken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514949262310265234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anything I need&lt;br /&gt;no cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to eat, no books to read&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making love with you&lt;br /&gt;has left me peaceful, warm, and tired&lt;br /&gt;what more could I ask?&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to be desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak&lt;br /&gt;so sleep, silent angel, go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;and to love you&lt;br /&gt;all I need is the air that I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;yes, to love you&lt;br /&gt;all I need is the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak&lt;br /&gt;so sleep, silent angel, go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;and to love you&lt;br /&gt;all I need is the air that I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;yes, to love you&lt;br /&gt;all I need is the air that I breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-428607532454165386?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/428607532454165386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=428607532454165386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/428607532454165386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/428607532454165386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2010/09/hollies-air-that-i-breathe.html' title='Hollies - The Air That I Breathe'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/TIkJInZOUZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/R2Dny_JQZeE/s72-c/broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-19173987308693476</id><published>2009-08-18T20:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:17:43.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcupine Tree - Lips Of Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Sos2g5xpL0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/UU8q1qqQm1c/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Sos2g5xpL0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/UU8q1qqQm1c/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371446919462203202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paralysed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lips of ashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;synchronised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blue vein crashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching you inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idolised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black eyes fading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;connection failing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drill down inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-19173987308693476?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/19173987308693476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=19173987308693476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/19173987308693476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/19173987308693476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2009/08/porcupine-tree-lips-of-ashes.html' title='Porcupine Tree - Lips Of Ashes'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Sos2g5xpL0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/UU8q1qqQm1c/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-455287381755812519</id><published>2009-04-05T00:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:49:10.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1PqA6c5_Ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1PqA6c5_Ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you sang me spanish lullabies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clever trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you took my hand and danced with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you told me you would never, never forget &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I bet you are just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should have known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-455287381755812519?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/455287381755812519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=455287381755812519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/455287381755812519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/455287381755812519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-frenzy-almost-lover.html' title='A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8311163653183820100</id><published>2009-03-23T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:59:34.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Shadow Puppets - My mistakes were made for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ScgTUx5S6zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LL5eKl0Z4dA/s1600-h/IMG_8524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ScgTUx5S6zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LL5eKl0Z4dA/s400/IMG_8524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316520607822834482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About as subtle as an earthquake, I know&lt;br /&gt;my mistakes were made for you&lt;br /&gt;and in the back room of a bad dream, she came&lt;br /&gt;and whisked me away, enthused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill&lt;br /&gt;the fact is that it probably will hit something&lt;br /&gt;on the hazardous terrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were just following the flock, round&lt;br /&gt;and the in-between, before we smash to smithereens&lt;br /&gt;like they were, and we scrambled from the blame&lt;br /&gt;and it's the fame that put words in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't help, but spit them out&lt;br /&gt;innocence and arrogance entwined&lt;br /&gt;in the filthiest of minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's was bitten on her birthday, and now&lt;br /&gt;a face in the crowd, she's not&lt;br /&gt;and I suspect that now, forever the shape&lt;br /&gt;she came to escape, it's forgot&lt;br /&gt;and it's alot to ask and not to sting&lt;br /&gt;give her less than everything&lt;br /&gt;around your crooked conscious she will wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos were just following the flock round&lt;br /&gt;and the in-between before we smash to smithereens&lt;br /&gt;like they were, and we scramble from the grain&lt;br /&gt;and it's the fame that put words in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't help, but spit them out&lt;br /&gt;around your crooked conscious she will wind&lt;br /&gt;and it's a lot to ask and not to sting&lt;br /&gt;giver her less than everything&lt;br /&gt;innocence and arrogance 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you'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ScgTUx5S6zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LL5eKl0Z4dA/s72-c/IMG_8524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3507683758844083000</id><published>2009-01-12T12:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:13:12.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Glory - Head on collision</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for a good day&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding back long enough&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurting to tell you some things&lt;br /&gt;it's not the falling of the temperature&lt;br /&gt;that's making all our bones run cold&lt;br /&gt;it's the breeze you make&lt;br /&gt;the presence felt when you're around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like I'm at an all-time low&lt;br /&gt;slightly bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;from our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case of feeling&lt;br /&gt;bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;form our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still waiting for a good day&lt;br /&gt;I think I've held this long enough&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to tell you some things&lt;br /&gt;it's not just what you say to people&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;it's the way you present yourself&lt;br /&gt;for all your worst critics to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like I'm at an all-time low&lt;br /&gt;slightly bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;from our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case of feeling&lt;br /&gt;bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;form our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you were gone&lt;br /&gt;you were gone&lt;br /&gt;all this time you just didn't know it yet&lt;br /&gt;you were gone&lt;br /&gt;all this time you just didn't know it yet&lt;br /&gt;you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like I'm at an all-time low&lt;br /&gt;slightly bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;form our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case of feeling&lt;br /&gt;bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;from our head on collision&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this side of you&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case of feeling&lt;br /&gt;bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;another tragic case and I've been&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for a good day&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for a good day&lt;div 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collision'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-2324777216528185910</id><published>2008-10-21T20:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:49:09.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Björk - Gloomy sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/SP5bkqM00rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fsbjdVLkEJM/s1600-h/color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/SP5bkqM00rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fsbjdVLkEJM/s400/color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259742100176818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless&lt;br /&gt;dearest the shadows I live with are numberless&lt;br /&gt;little white flowers will never awaken you,&lt;br /&gt;not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels have no thought of ever returning you&lt;br /&gt;would they be angry if I thought of joining you?&lt;br /&gt;gloomy sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy sunday, with shadows I spend it all&lt;br /&gt;my heart and I have decided to end it all&lt;br /&gt;soon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I know&lt;br /&gt;let them not weep, let them know, that I'm glad to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a dream, for in death I'm caressing you&lt;br /&gt;with the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you&lt;br /&gt;gloomy sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, I was only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I wake and I find you asleep on deep in my heart, dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you&lt;br /&gt;my heart is telling you how much I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;gloomy sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely gloomy sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-2324777216528185910?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2324777216528185910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=2324777216528185910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/2324777216528185910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/2324777216528185910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/bjrk-gloomy-sunday.html' title='Björk - Gloomy sunday'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/SP5bkqM00rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fsbjdVLkEJM/s72-c/color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-2678050101885748142</id><published>2008-08-18T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:58:21.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silversun Pickups - Lazy eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/SKnUE0GmDYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Uz9_OPbMH6s/s1600-h/artistic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/SKnUE0GmDYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Uz9_OPbMH6s/s400/artistic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235949220965780866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment all my life&lt;br /&gt;but it's not quite right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this 'real' it's impossible if possible&lt;br /&gt;at who's blind word, so clear but so unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this silence all night long&lt;br /&gt;it's just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appear sad&lt;br /&gt;with the same 'ol decent lazy eye fixed to rest on you&lt;br /&gt;aim free and so untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so intimately rearranged&lt;br /&gt;everyone can focus clearly with such shine&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so intimately rearranged&lt;br /&gt;everyone can focus clearly with that shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and loaded&lt;br /&gt;still the same 'ol decent lazy eye straight through your gaze&lt;br /&gt;that's why I said I relate, I said we relate, it's so fun to relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the room the sun and the sky&lt;br /&gt;it's the room the sun and the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-2678050101885748142?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2678050101885748142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=2678050101885748142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-6311887661353372562</id><published>2007-12-07T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:02.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circa Survive - The difference between medicine and poison is in the dose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/R1liS65uR6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/kiS3cOKQT5M/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/R1liS65uR6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/kiS3cOKQT5M/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141248526808663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Move one inch at a time, don't make shit rhyme&lt;br /&gt;would it be easy to repeat the first line?&lt;br /&gt;my mind's not a well; it won't run dry&lt;br /&gt;just keep drinking water and you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;this is paralysis with no time at all to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary&lt;br /&gt;it feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help&lt;br /&gt;when I can't be honest with even myself&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments are transient&lt;br /&gt;they pulled me in unremittingly&lt;br /&gt;just lasting this long, I feel relieved to let repetition save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary&lt;br /&gt;it feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help&lt;br /&gt;when I can't be honest with even myself&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move one inch at a time, you'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;move one inch at a time, you'll find&lt;br /&gt;they pulled me in but accomplishments are transient&lt;br /&gt;they pulled me in but accomplishments are transient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary&lt;br /&gt;it feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help&lt;br /&gt;when I can't be honest with even myself&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were&lt;br /&gt;did you ever wish you were somebody else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-6311887661353372562?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6311887661353372562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/R1liS65uR6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/kiS3cOKQT5M/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3432193943349048864</id><published>2007-11-11T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:02.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi battles the pink robots pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RzcUm8tW9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z_JUvYp-M2c/s1600-h/Tolkien%27s+Nazgool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RzcUm8tW9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z_JUvYp-M2c/s400/Tolkien%27s+Nazgool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131592959775929666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her name is Yoshimi&lt;br /&gt;she's a black belt in karate&lt;br /&gt;working for the city&lt;br /&gt;she has to discipline her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that&lt;br /&gt;it's demanding&lt;br /&gt;to defeat those evil machines&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those evil-natured robots&lt;br /&gt;they're programmed to destroy us&lt;br /&gt;she's gotta be strong to fight them&lt;br /&gt;so she's taking lots of vitamins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that&lt;br /&gt;it'd be tragic&lt;br /&gt;if those evil robots win&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that&lt;br /&gt;it'd be tragic&lt;br /&gt;if those evil robots win&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-3432193943349048864?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3432193943349048864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=3432193943349048864&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-6479112210972714520</id><published>2007-10-11T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:02.837-02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Order - Bizarre love triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rw5BSXlyOhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7oLycpf8MUE/s1600-h/triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rw5BSXlyOhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7oLycpf8MUE/s400/triangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120101610192779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;it's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;the wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;but that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;and it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;while every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;you'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;br /&gt;whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;you'll say the words that I can't say&lt;div 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triangle'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rw5BSXlyOhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7oLycpf8MUE/s72-c/triangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3393022686631202299</id><published>2007-09-08T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:03.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Circa Survive - Meet me in Montauk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RuLOc7frGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsttWiicLPY/s1600-h/Gothic+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RuLOc7frGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsttWiicLPY/s400/Gothic+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107871923793762562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave just as you came (without a sound),&lt;br /&gt;nothing to ruffle your ends&lt;br /&gt;I've been wandering around,&lt;br /&gt;making up movies in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so we say don't let it go,&lt;br /&gt;let me try and pull out pride&lt;br /&gt;I already forget how I used to feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave as fast you came, no invitation&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wandering around,&lt;br /&gt;wondering how I got so, got so,&lt;br /&gt;so fucking boring all the sudden,&lt;br /&gt;so fucking scared, I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;you'd mean so much more to me&lt;br /&gt;you'd mean so much more to me&lt;br /&gt;if I remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, overcome your concern about the weather&lt;br /&gt;and whether or not I'm still alive, check the vital signs&lt;br /&gt;so soft spoken and shy, never gets high anymore&lt;br /&gt;did you poison my food? forgive me I've paranoid flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television&lt;br /&gt;these modern things we know, getting you off&lt;br /&gt;these modern things we know, getting you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting us, these different meanings and spectral beings&lt;br /&gt;we're fighting sleep with broken, rusted weaponry&lt;br /&gt;sing so softly and low, like you want me to hear&lt;br /&gt;stolen what you can't afford, what's that muffle beating for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television&lt;br /&gt;these modern things we know, getting you off&lt;br /&gt;these modern things we know, getting you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I could never say, speak so softly and low&lt;br /&gt;something I could never say (yltfos os kaeps)&lt;br /&gt;something I could never say (yltfos os kaeps)&lt;br /&gt;something I could never say (yltfos os kaeps)&lt;br /&gt;(speak so softly and low)&lt;br /&gt;something I could never say, speak so softly and low&lt;br /&gt;(speak so softly, yltfos os kaeps)&lt;br /&gt;if you love me let me go (stolen what you can't)&lt;br /&gt;speak so softly (speak so softly)&lt;br /&gt;(stolen what you can't afford, what's that muffle beat)&lt;br /&gt;(yltfos os kaeps, speak so softly)&lt;br /&gt;(something I can never say, speak so softly and low)&lt;br /&gt;(speak so softly)&lt;br /&gt;(yltfos os kaeps, yltfos os kaeps, yltfos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-3393022686631202299?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RuLOc7frGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsttWiicLPY/s72-c/Gothic+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-2491666968649231585</id><published>2007-08-18T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:03.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix - Long distance call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RscluLfrGNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AqhPDySOOCc/s1600-h/Autumn+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RscluLfrGNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AqhPDySOOCc/s400/Autumn+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100086578310224082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where to go I had no idea&lt;br /&gt;26.10 was the price to pay&lt;br /&gt;a messed up kid with no ideals at all&lt;br /&gt;I thought those 26.10 I shouldn't give 'em away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this young guy died and I took his part&lt;br /&gt;he got far too many stitches on his pretty face&lt;br /&gt;long time to see but I always thought us two would be serious&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around town, thinking the same as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far gone but your long distance call&lt;br /&gt;and your capital letters keep me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;I'm far gone but your long distance call&lt;br /&gt;and your capital letters keep me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to go I had no idea about it&lt;br /&gt;most of the people do, there're only doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay in place no more,&lt;br /&gt;see ain't doing well well well, I am only doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see, long time no say&lt;br /&gt;got little to tell, I don't say much but I might&lt;br /&gt;something always told me us two would be serious&lt;br /&gt;I am looking around town, thinking the same as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far gone but your long distance call&lt;br /&gt;and your capital letters keep me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;I'm far gone but your long distance call&lt;br /&gt;and your capital letters keep me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;it's never been like that, it's never been like that&lt;br /&gt;I'm far gone but your long distance call&lt;br /&gt;and your capital letters keep me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see&lt;br /&gt;long time no say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-2491666968649231585?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2491666968649231585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=2491666968649231585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/2491666968649231585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/2491666968649231585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/08/phoenix-long-distance-call.html' title='Phoenix - Long distance call'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RscluLfrGNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AqhPDySOOCc/s72-c/Autumn+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-5599159180721392801</id><published>2007-07-28T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:03.417-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Special and Laurie Webb Music - Aren't you clever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rqt5c2vk4xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/snOOBqK9qtk/s1600-h/Metal+de+seda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rqt5c2vk4xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/snOOBqK9qtk/s400/Metal+de+seda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092297340310840082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way you leave me in the dark aren't you clever&lt;br /&gt;the way you space things apart feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;and I can't predict the changes, everything's so strange&lt;br /&gt;I never mind, I never care, it always makes my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if we'll ever win&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pull of the dance draws nearer&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all up to chance maybe never&lt;br /&gt;but it tends to fill the sky every kind of light&lt;br /&gt;like the birds, in the wind, makes my heart just fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if we'll ever win&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no black and white&lt;br /&gt;just know it feels right, it feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if you'll ever care&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you leave me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;aren't you clever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-5599159180721392801?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rqt5c2vk4xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/snOOBqK9qtk/s72-c/Metal+de+seda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-6452989052773953479</id><published>2007-07-14T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:03.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guster - Careful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RpjvUy-oo-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4Ky9b32Jxmc/s1600-h/Baile+de+energ%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RpjvUy-oo-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4Ky9b32Jxmc/s400/Baile+de+energ%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087078919675880418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you walked out when I asked you to stay&lt;br /&gt;as usual you will get your way&lt;br /&gt;you closed the door and stumbled down to the street&lt;br /&gt;where you wring your hands and you drag your feet there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the words can't find you to crawl inside you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ringing all the warning bells careful or you'll hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;others lie, lie, lie, they adore you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to tell you careful or you'll hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;gonna try, try, try till the morning come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hide standing under these stars&lt;br /&gt;they know everything, they know where you are&lt;br /&gt;you're in your head, you're all turned around with it&lt;br /&gt;and they're shining down their light to bring you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back where I can find you to crawl inside you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ringing all the warning bells careful or you'll hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;others lie, lie, lie, they adore you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to tell you careful or you'll hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;gonna try, try, try till the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want to see is make believe&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing but way down underneath&lt;br /&gt;I'm ringing all the warning bells careful you don't hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;others lie, lie, lie, they adore you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to tell you careful or you'll hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;gonna try, try, try till the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-6452989052773953479?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6452989052773953479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=6452989052773953479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/6452989052773953479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/6452989052773953479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/07/guster-careful.html' title='Guster - Careful'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RpjvUy-oo-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4Ky9b32Jxmc/s72-c/Baile+de+energ%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3599209692977350644</id><published>2007-07-04T11:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:03.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cardigans - You're the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Routg2PVcpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tMBYl9GENv4/s1600-h/Gothic+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Routg2PVcpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tMBYl9GENv4/s400/Gothic+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347384244990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh it's healing - bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your cannons call&lt;br /&gt;you've been aiming at my land&lt;br /&gt;your hungry hammer is falling&lt;br /&gt;and if you want me I'm your country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel bored like hell&lt;br /&gt;and you're a devil meaning well&lt;br /&gt;you steal my lines and you strike me dumb&lt;br /&gt;come raise your flag upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me I'm your country&lt;br /&gt;if you win me I'm forever, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the storm that I've been needing&lt;br /&gt;and all this peace has been deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I like the sweet life and the silence&lt;br /&gt;but it's the storm that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and conquer and drop your bombs&lt;br /&gt;cross my borders and kill the calm&lt;br /&gt;bear your fangs and burn my wings&lt;br /&gt;I hear bullets singing&lt;br /&gt;and if you want me I'm your country&lt;br /&gt;if you win me I'm forever, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the storm that I've been needing&lt;br /&gt;and all this peace has been deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I need some wind to get me sailing&lt;br /&gt;so it's the storm that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart, you keep me breathing&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're the storm that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;and if you want me I'm your country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-3599209692977350644?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3599209692977350644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=3599209692977350644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3599209692977350644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3599209692977350644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/07/cardigans-youre-storm.html' title='The Cardigans - You&apos;re the storm'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Routg2PVcpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tMBYl9GENv4/s72-c/Gothic+3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8121180737664659896</id><published>2007-07-03T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:04.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Cooper - Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RomgR2PVcoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dzn6dMoB30Y/s1600-h/Gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RomgR2PVcoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dzn6dMoB30Y/s400/Gothic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082769882942370434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your cruel device&lt;br /&gt;your blood, like ice&lt;br /&gt;one look could kill&lt;br /&gt;my pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;you're poison, I don't want to break these chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth, so hot&lt;br /&gt;your web, I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;your skin, so wet&lt;br /&gt;black lace on sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling and its needles and pins (and pins)&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;you're poison, I don't want to break these chains poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look (one look) could kill (could kill)&lt;br /&gt;my pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;you're poison, I don't wanna break these chains poison&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to break these chains poison, oh no&lt;br /&gt;runnin' deep inside my veins,&lt;br /&gt;burnin' deep inside my veins&lt;br /&gt;it's poison&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains poison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-8121180737664659896?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8121180737664659896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=8121180737664659896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8121180737664659896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8121180737664659896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/07/alice-cooper-poison.html' title='Alice Cooper - Poison'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RomgR2PVcoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dzn6dMoB30Y/s72-c/Gothic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8607376764838940269</id><published>2007-06-25T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:04.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eels - All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rn_RoTH4dNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X_0pMlxqIRc/s1600-h/Darkness+in+Pisces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rn_RoTH4dNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X_0pMlxqIRc/s400/Darkness+in+Pisces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080009394955515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was born the doctor said&lt;br /&gt;"there's something wrong inside that baby head"&lt;br /&gt;when I was a boy in sunday school&lt;br /&gt;I told them all that they were fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day's work&lt;br /&gt;to live and breathe, a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into&lt;br /&gt;the fortune teller's&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't read&lt;br /&gt;my horoscope&lt;br /&gt;I go into&lt;br /&gt;the laundromat&lt;br /&gt;the people all&lt;br /&gt;buy extra soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day's work&lt;br /&gt;to live and breathe, a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;all in a day's work&lt;br /&gt;to live and breathe, a sight to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-8607376764838940269?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8607376764838940269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=8607376764838940269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8607376764838940269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8607376764838940269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/06/eels-all-in-days-work.html' title='Eels - All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rn_RoTH4dNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X_0pMlxqIRc/s72-c/Darkness+in+Pisces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8525022328654244781</id><published>2007-06-16T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.018-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage - Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RnQBWDH4dLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dEzyoR_lVYk/s1600-h/Vampiresa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RnQBWDH4dLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dEzyoR_lVYk/s400/Vampiresa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076684158260507826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm living without you&lt;br /&gt;I know all about you&lt;br /&gt;I have run you down into the ground&lt;br /&gt;spread disease about you over town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to adore you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't control you&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;to keep myself around and close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;a mind of your own?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;but I've run out of patience&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;a mind of your own?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to amuse you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I'd lose you&lt;br /&gt;now you're here and begging for a chance&lt;br /&gt;but there's no way in hell I'd take you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;a mind of your own?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;but I've run out of patience&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of comments&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the violence&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;we were the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;we were the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;we were the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-8525022328654244781?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8525022328654244781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=8525022328654244781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8525022328654244781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8525022328654244781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/06/garbage-special.html' title='Garbage - Special'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RnQBWDH4dLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dEzyoR_lVYk/s72-c/Vampiresa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3830188481071204213</id><published>2007-06-03T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis - Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RmNISCtqSoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UiqzWmsWkFM/s1600-h/suicide+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RmNISCtqSoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UiqzWmsWkFM/s400/suicide+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071977080152541826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take all the goods from all the bads&lt;br /&gt;and tell the people that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;now lift your head up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;now you can tell apart the black from the white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waste the time they treasure dear&lt;br /&gt;my only thought is that they could be right&lt;br /&gt;oh look there goes another year&lt;br /&gt;about as distant as a satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's a small child in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and my mind's the same place as it's always been&lt;br /&gt;the monsters seem to fade so fast&lt;br /&gt;upon the waking of another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, I feel so brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of anything they've got to say&lt;br /&gt;and you're ok because you're tucked away&lt;br /&gt;don't go astray, you've got to be just who you are&lt;br /&gt;who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young things didn't last&lt;br /&gt;my only care stemmed to the price of sweets&lt;br /&gt;now I am older I can laugh&lt;br /&gt;a dolly mixed up man with rotten teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe&lt;br /&gt;and I feel safe, so safe, so safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-3830188481071204213?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3830188481071204213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=3830188481071204213&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3830188481071204213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3830188481071204213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/06/travis-safe.html' title='Travis - Safe'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RmNISCtqSoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UiqzWmsWkFM/s72-c/suicide+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-6573653139815566855</id><published>2007-05-22T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Cab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RlJdvH3nwbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YMx-XNLFUTQ/s1600-h/mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RlJdvH3nwbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YMx-XNLFUTQ/s400/mouth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067215594892804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love of mine some day you will die&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be close behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt;just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;that they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;if there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;when your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In catholic school as vicious as roman rule&lt;br /&gt;I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black&lt;br /&gt;and I held my tongue as she told me&lt;br /&gt;"son fear is the heart of love"&lt;br /&gt;so I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;that they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;if there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;when your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt;from Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt;and the soles of your shoes&lt;br /&gt;are all worn down&lt;br /&gt;the time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;the blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;that they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;if there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;when your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-6573653139815566855?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6573653139815566855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RlJdvH3nwbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YMx-XNLFUTQ/s72-c/mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-2507816600826621970</id><published>2007-05-13T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Chains - Am I inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RkZuUCxMDFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qGt7WcuGy7c/s1600-h/Chain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RkZuUCxMDFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qGt7WcuGy7c/s400/Chain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063856121644321874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loneliness it shadows me, quiker than darkness&lt;br /&gt;close to the surface of my skin, theres a place surrounded by it&lt;br /&gt;black is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by empty souls, unefficient courage youth&lt;br /&gt;built because slow once was mine&lt;br /&gt;I walk this maze alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;miles beside himself, miles below himself&lt;br /&gt;miles behind himself, am I inside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and hate shadow me, hate it fills me up&lt;br /&gt;only one thing makes me feel, missing better half of me&lt;br /&gt;black is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;miles beside himself, miles below himself&lt;br /&gt;miles behind himself, am I inside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and hate shadow me, hate it fills me up&lt;br /&gt;only one thing makes me feel, missing better half of me&lt;br /&gt;oablack is all I feel so this is how it feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;miles beside himself, miles below himself&lt;br /&gt;miles behind himself, am I inside myself&lt;div 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inside'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RkZuUCxMDFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qGt7WcuGy7c/s72-c/Chain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-1194775275067163514</id><published>2007-04-29T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'>30 seconds to mars - A modern myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RjSqqCxMC9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hohIHiHe8U/s1600-h/IMG_5095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RjSqqCxMC9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hohIHiHe8U/s400/IMG_5095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058855920718318546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did we create a modern myth?&lt;br /&gt;did we imagine half of it?&lt;br /&gt;would happen in a thought from now?&lt;br /&gt;save yourself, save yourself&lt;br /&gt;the secret is out&lt;br /&gt;the secret is out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy the truth and sell a lie&lt;br /&gt;the last mistake before you die&lt;br /&gt;so don't forget to breathe tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight's the last so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret is out&lt;br /&gt;the secret is out&lt;br /&gt;the secret is out&lt;br /&gt;the secret is out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div 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myth'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RjSqqCxMC9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hohIHiHe8U/s72-c/IMG_5095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-7449812901786821036</id><published>2007-04-21T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:05.894-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delgados - Coming in from the cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rill2ha2T-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x_WuNoVhHA/s1600-h/danny9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rill2ha2T-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x_WuNoVhHA/s400/danny9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055684044058415074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step inside&lt;br /&gt;a better dream job you could never find&lt;br /&gt;a set of keys and bottles heaven wide&lt;br /&gt;find yourself a seat and settle in for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glass&lt;br /&gt;we’re going to drink now till the summer’s past&lt;br /&gt;so bring the hats out we all need a laugh&lt;br /&gt;and let the neighbours talk then make sure you lose them&lt;br /&gt;we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there’s no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to blame&lt;br /&gt;no-one’s telling you you’re not to blame&lt;br /&gt;things around they just don’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t recognise this person that still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you can settle down&lt;br /&gt;take your tent and trailer out of town&lt;br /&gt;we’ll find a place to roam where you could escape to&lt;br /&gt;we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there’s no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s waiting for the big surprise&lt;br /&gt;but nobody will notice when it does arrive&lt;br /&gt;so send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there’s no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re coming in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;and everybody’s searching for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there’s no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: Danny, bajista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-7449812901786821036?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7449812901786821036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=7449812901786821036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/7449812901786821036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/7449812901786821036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/04/delgados-coming-in-from-cold.html' title='The Delgados - Coming in from the cold'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rill2ha2T-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9x_WuNoVhHA/s72-c/danny9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-433952425842265678</id><published>2007-04-06T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:06.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Five years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhbnIEcA0eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/usbVnKgn8o8/s1600-h/edixon11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhbnIEcA0eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/usbVnKgn8o8/s400/edixon11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050478157958795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing thru the market square,&lt;br /&gt;so many mothers sighing&lt;br /&gt;news had just come over,&lt;br /&gt;we had five years left to cry in&lt;br /&gt;news guy wept and told us,&lt;br /&gt;earth was really dying&lt;br /&gt;cried so much his face was wet,&lt;br /&gt;then I knew he was not lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies&lt;br /&gt;I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s&lt;br /&gt;my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare&lt;br /&gt;I had to cram so many things to store everything in there&lt;br /&gt;and all the fat-skinny people,&lt;br /&gt;and all the tall-short people&lt;br /&gt;and all the nobody people,&lt;br /&gt;and all the somebody people&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl my age went off her head,&lt;br /&gt;hit some tiny children&lt;br /&gt;if the black hadn't a-pulled her off,&lt;br /&gt;I think she would have killed them&lt;br /&gt;a soldier with a broken arm,&lt;br /&gt;fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;a cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,&lt;br /&gt;and a queer threw up at the sight of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,&lt;br /&gt;drinking milk shakes cold and long&lt;br /&gt;smiling and waving and looking so fine,&lt;br /&gt;don't think you knew you were in this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor&lt;br /&gt;and I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there&lt;br /&gt;your face, your race, the way that you talk&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got five years, stuck on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;five years, what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;five years, that's all we've got&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;five years, stuck on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;five years, that's all we've got&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, stuck on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;five years, what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;five years, that's all we've got&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, stuck on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;five years, that's all we've got&lt;br /&gt;five years&lt;br /&gt;five years&lt;br /&gt;five years&lt;br /&gt;five years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: Edixon, guitarrista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-433952425842265678?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/433952425842265678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=433952425842265678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/433952425842265678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/433952425842265678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/04/david-bowie-five-years.html' title='David Bowie - Five years'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhbnIEcA0eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/usbVnKgn8o8/s72-c/edixon11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-5243286972812466729</id><published>2007-04-02T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:06.495-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REM - Everybody hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhEjfXePatI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TbZAkzGycwA/s1600-h/david1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhEjfXePatI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TbZAkzGycwA/s400/david1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048855679042808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the day is long&lt;br /&gt;and the night, the night is yours alone&lt;br /&gt;when you're sure you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;don't let yourself go,&lt;br /&gt;'cause everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;when your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;when you think you've had too much&lt;br /&gt;of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;don't throw your hand oh, no&lt;br /&gt;don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like you're alone,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;when you think you've had too much&lt;br /&gt;of this life to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;so, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;(everybody hurts you are not alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: David, baterista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-5243286972812466729?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5243286972812466729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=5243286972812466729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/5243286972812466729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/5243286972812466729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/04/rem-everybody-hurts.html' title='REM - Everybody hurts'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RhEjfXePatI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TbZAkzGycwA/s72-c/david1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-3027242066780897178</id><published>2007-03-24T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:06.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Train - Drops of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RgVaHHyOMdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AgDr9c9gt9Q/s1600-h/edwin9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RgVaHHyOMdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AgDr9c9gt9Q/s400/edwin9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045538035933786578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;she acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;she listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;and that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;one without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;she checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;and head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;and tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;your best friend always sticking up for you&lt;br /&gt;even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;the best soy latte that you ever had and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;and head back toward the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;and that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;one without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself&lt;br /&gt;na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;did you fall for a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: Edwin, vocalista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-3027242066780897178?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3027242066780897178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=3027242066780897178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3027242066780897178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/3027242066780897178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/03/train-drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Train - Drops of Jupiter'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RgVaHHyOMdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AgDr9c9gt9Q/s72-c/edwin9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-6918612392420799085</id><published>2007-03-18T03:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:06.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moby - Natural blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rfy7ZzQ9TzI/AAAAAAAAACc/OfRjcYERTqw/s1600-h/giova6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rfy7ZzQ9TzI/AAAAAAAAACc/OfRjcYERTqw/s400/giova6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043111734680571698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh lordy, trouble so hard&lt;br /&gt;oh lordy, trouble so hard,&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the hill, the other day&lt;br /&gt;my soul got happy and stayed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lordy, trouble so hard&lt;br /&gt;oh lordy, trouble so hard,&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in the room, didn't stay long,&lt;br /&gt;looked on the bed and brother was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lordy, trouble so hard&lt;br /&gt;oh lordy, trouble so hard,&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;don't nobody know my troubles but God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: Giovanny, teclados de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-6918612392420799085?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6918612392420799085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=6918612392420799085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/6918612392420799085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/6918612392420799085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-lordy-trouble-so-hard-oh-lordy.html' title='Moby - Natural blues'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/Rfy7ZzQ9TzI/AAAAAAAAACc/OfRjcYERTqw/s72-c/giova6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-4024208749423282674</id><published>2007-03-10T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:07.016-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Cama de rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RfLJbTQ9TsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8QRiDdoLX2g/s1600-h/miguel1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RfLJbTQ9TsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8QRiDdoLX2g/s400/miguel1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040312403846057666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solo y tan triste estoy como un viejo piano&lt;br /&gt;tarde ya sin saber donde, despierto sin rumbo&lt;br /&gt;porque un litro de vodka he bebido ayer&lt;br /&gt;y una rubia en mi cama siempre me espera tal vez&lt;br /&gt;pesadillas de cine que te hacen morir sin nacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana es tan gris como esos besos de nadie&lt;br /&gt;la canción al revés sin cabeza ni pies me recuerda&lt;br /&gt;cuando hablamos por fin de luchar y vivir&lt;br /&gt;del amor que tú sientes por mi, la verdad es&lt;br /&gt;yo no soy nadie sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener tu amor entre vino y rosas&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar por fin el dolor de ayer&lt;br /&gt;cerca de ti ser tu nombre, ser tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;tener tu amor en tu cama de rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque quiero correr de casa nunca me alejo&lt;br /&gt;el amor de verdad no se puede lograr con dinero&lt;br /&gt;pues tan lejos estás hacia el norte o el sur&lt;br /&gt;intento soñarte entre la multitud mis ojos cerrar&lt;br /&gt;y decirte solo tu amor es la luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener tu amor entre vino y rosas&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar por fin el dolor de ayer&lt;br /&gt;cerca de ti ser tu nombre, ser tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;tener tu amor en tu cama de rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro al mundo girar hacia un futuro desierto&lt;br /&gt;y mi amante me pide que sea su payaso otra vez&lt;br /&gt;yo le digo no, si sueño tu amor no estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;ella es soledad y tú la verdad y la fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener tu amor entre vino y rosas&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar por fin el dolor de ayer&lt;br /&gt;cerca de ti ser tu nombre, ser tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;tener tu amor en tu cama de rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fotografía: Miguel Ángel, guitarrista rítmico de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jerarquia.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerarquía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-4024208749423282674?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4024208749423282674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=4024208749423282674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/4024208749423282674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/4024208749423282674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/03/bon-jovi-cama-de-rosas.html' title='Bon Jovi - Cama de rosas'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RfLJbTQ9TsI/AAAAAAAAABo/8QRiDdoLX2g/s72-c/miguel1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-8074914156426997653</id><published>2007-02-28T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:07.157-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo - Haemoglobin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ReYGq1b3FSI/AAAAAAAAABI/_uUOWbwkbCM/s1600-h/linfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ReYGq1b3FSI/AAAAAAAAABI/_uUOWbwkbCM/s400/linfa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036720566228686114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;unaccustomed to such violence&lt;br /&gt;Jesus looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared for one big silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I ever end up here&lt;br /&gt;must be through some lack of kindness&lt;br /&gt;and it seemed to dawn on me&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time they cut me free&lt;br /&gt;I was brimming with defiance&lt;br /&gt;doctors looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;breaking every law of science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I ever end up here&lt;br /&gt;a latent strain of color blindness&lt;br /&gt;then it seemed to dawn on me&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground, go&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they drag me to my feet&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with incoherence&lt;br /&gt;theories of conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;the whole world wants my disappearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go fighting nail and teeth&lt;br /&gt;you've never seen such perseverance&lt;br /&gt;gonna make you scared of me&lt;br /&gt;'cause haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heart beat&lt;br /&gt;haemoglobin is the key&lt;br /&gt;to a healthy heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground, go&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground, go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground, go&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;now my feet don't touch the ground, go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-8074914156426997653?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8074914156426997653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=8074914156426997653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8074914156426997653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/8074914156426997653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/02/placebo-haemoglobin.html' title='Placebo - Haemoglobin'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/ReYGq1b3FSI/AAAAAAAAABI/_uUOWbwkbCM/s72-c/linfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-117122969327977945</id><published>2007-02-22T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:07.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse - Ruled by secrecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdzpzVrj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bxkBtuv5lHA/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdzpzVrj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bxkBtuv5lHA/s400/clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034155551695826226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Repress and restrain&lt;br /&gt;steal the pressure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;wash the blood off your hands&lt;br /&gt;this time she won't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change in the air&lt;br /&gt;and they'll hide everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows who's in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're working so hard&lt;br /&gt;and you're never in charge&lt;br /&gt;your death creates success&lt;br /&gt;rebuild and suppress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change in the air&lt;br /&gt;and they'll hide everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows who's in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change in the air&lt;br /&gt;and they'll hide everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows who's in control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-117122969327977945?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/117122969327977945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=117122969327977945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117122969327977945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117122969327977945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/02/muse-ruled-by-secrecy.html' title='Muse - Ruled by secrecy'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdzpzVrj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bxkBtuv5lHA/s72-c/clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-117122935270856584</id><published>2007-02-15T02:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:07.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens of the Stone Age - I was a teenage hand model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdO_vlrj7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mppHzqInCnk/s1600-h/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdO_vlrj7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mppHzqInCnk/s400/again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031576032992554242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cozied up to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;face stuck to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I met expectations&lt;br /&gt;that I was tryin' to ignore&lt;br /&gt;job had such patience&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what's that like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred thousand million&lt;br /&gt;but I hear that's what you like&lt;br /&gt;so I was thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;so these cities are sprouting&lt;br /&gt;like a spit in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and this world isn't waiting&lt;br /&gt;it's just passing me by&lt;br /&gt;I just peak in the window&lt;br /&gt;lookin inside&lt;br /&gt;the butcher's got a fork in your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing alive&lt;br /&gt;and I was singin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-117122935270856584?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/117122935270856584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=117122935270856584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117122935270856584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117122935270856584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/02/queens-of-stone-age-i-was-teenage-hand.html' title='Queens of the Stone Age - I was a teenage hand model'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/RdO_vlrj7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mppHzqInCnk/s72-c/again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-117052578184321133</id><published>2007-02-10T05:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:10:56.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Cooper - You and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/730373/line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/45691/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I get home from work,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wrap myself around you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you and squeeze you&lt;br /&gt;'til the passion starts to rise&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you to heaven&lt;br /&gt;that would make my day complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you and me ain't no movie stars&lt;br /&gt;what we are is what we are&lt;br /&gt;we share a bed, some lovin' and TV, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and that's enough for a workin' man&lt;br /&gt;what I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;and I tell you, babe, well that's enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just starin' at the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach out and touch you,&lt;br /&gt;but you just go on dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;if I could take you to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;that would make my day complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you and me ain't no movie stars&lt;br /&gt;what we are is what we are&lt;br /&gt;and I tell you, sweetheart, that's just enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me ain't no super stars&lt;br /&gt;what we are is what we are&lt;br /&gt;we share a bed, some popcorn and TV, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and that's enough for a workin' man&lt;br /&gt;what I am is what I am&lt;br /&gt;and I tell you, babe, you're just enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home from work,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wrap myself around you&lt;br /&gt;I like to hold you squeeze you&lt;br /&gt;'til the passion starts to rise&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you to heaven&lt;br /&gt;that would make my day complete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-117052578184321133?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/117052578184321133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=117052578184321133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117052578184321133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117052578184321133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/02/alice-cooper-you-and-me.html' title='Alice Cooper - You and me'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-117052169006130277</id><published>2007-02-03T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:13:50.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deftones - Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/884132/arcoiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/829313/arcoiris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I climbed your arms and you pulled away&lt;br /&gt;new cavity moved into my heart today&lt;br /&gt;the more she sings, the more it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ooohh, now I'm through with a new you&lt;br /&gt;now I'm through with a new you, new you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove you home, then you moved away&lt;br /&gt;new cavity moved into my heart today&lt;br /&gt;the more I scream, the more it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm through, now I'm through with a new you&lt;br /&gt;now I'm through with a new you&lt;br /&gt;now I'm through with a new you, new you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-117052169006130277?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/117052169006130277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=117052169006130277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117052169006130277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/117052169006130277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/02/deftones-teenager.html' title='Deftones - Teenager'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116995408707409750</id><published>2007-01-28T03:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:14:47.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Maiden - Wasting love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/86129/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/828228/dream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe one day I'll be an honest man&lt;br /&gt;up 'till now I'm doing the best I can&lt;br /&gt;long roads, long days,&lt;br /&gt;of sunrise to sunset, sunrise to sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on brothers while you can&lt;br /&gt;dream on sisters I hope you will find the one&lt;br /&gt;all of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt;rolling shadows of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on brothers while you can&lt;br /&gt;dream on sisters I hope you will find the one&lt;br /&gt;all of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sands are flowing and the lines are in your hand&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes I see the hunger,&lt;br /&gt;and the desperate cry that tears the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt;rolling shadows of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt;rolling shadows of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt;rolling shadows of night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116995408707409750?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116995408707409750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116995408707409750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116995408707409750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116995408707409750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/01/iron-maiden-wasting-love.html' title='Iron Maiden - Wasting love'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116870367818546869</id><published>2007-01-13T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:40:59.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo - Lady of the flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/118984/look10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/881904/look10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Scuse me,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize,&lt;br /&gt;he likes your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;he tries it on for size,&lt;br /&gt;he spends the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;between your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;how's that for gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed to last for days,&lt;br /&gt;this lady of the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;and her hypnotic gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Scuse me,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize,&lt;br /&gt;she's got vaccum cleaner eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so cute,&lt;br /&gt;she's got magazines,&lt;br /&gt;filled with hair styles,&lt;br /&gt;'scuse me,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed to last for days,&lt;br /&gt;this lady of the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;and her hypnotic gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears her tears on her blouse,&lt;br /&gt;confused and racked with self-doubt,&lt;br /&gt;she stole the keys to my house,&lt;br /&gt;and then she locked herself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Scuse me,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize,&lt;br /&gt;he likes your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;he tries it on for size,&lt;br /&gt;he spends the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;between your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;how's that for gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed to last for days,&lt;br /&gt;this lady of the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;her electronic haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears her tears on her blouse,&lt;br /&gt;confused and racked with self-doubt,&lt;br /&gt;she stole the keys to my house,&lt;br /&gt;and then she locked herself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole the keys to my house,&lt;br /&gt;and then she locked herself out,&lt;br /&gt;she lays me down,&lt;br /&gt;she lays me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116870367818546869?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116870367818546869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116870367818546869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116870367818546869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116870367818546869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/01/placebo-lady-of-flowers.html' title='Placebo - Lady of the flowers'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116810818932462144</id><published>2007-01-06T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:29:49.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/724669/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/882931/broken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;can't you see&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I hoped for&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;can't you see&lt;br /&gt;you're everything I hoped for&lt;br /&gt;everything I need&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116810818932462144?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116810818932462144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116810818932462144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116810818932462144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116810818932462144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/01/joe-cocker-you-are-so-beautiful.html' title='Joe Cocker - You are so beautiful'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116795246137529025</id><published>2007-01-04T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:14:21.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - That I would be good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/19173/look12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/592246/look12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;that I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;that I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I was clingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good whether with or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116795246137529025?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116795246137529025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116795246137529025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116795246137529025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116795246137529025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007/01/alanis-morissette-that-i-would-be-good.html' title='Alanis Morissette - That I would be good'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116709454032247745</id><published>2006-12-26T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:25:29.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - (Nice dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/239659/shop_dingDong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/453204/shop_dingDong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love me like I was a brother&lt;br /&gt;they protect me&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;they dug me my very own garden&lt;br /&gt;gave me sunshine&lt;br /&gt;made me happy&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up my friend the good angel&lt;br /&gt;but she's out of with&lt;br /&gt;her ansaphone&lt;br /&gt;she says that she would love to come help but&lt;br /&gt;the sea would&lt;br /&gt;electrocute us all&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you're strong enough&lt;br /&gt;if you think you belong enough&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;nice dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.uploadhut.com/upload/269680.mp3??" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="true" height="16" width="95"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116709454032247745?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116709454032247745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116709454032247745&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116709454032247745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116709454032247745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/12/radiohead-nice-dream.html' title='Radiohead - (Nice dream)'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116614066378442553</id><published>2006-12-14T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:40:41.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Skid Row - In a darkened room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/1600/623320/Sebastian%20Bach%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/278/400/198384/Sebastian%20Bach%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith,&lt;br /&gt;lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed&lt;br /&gt;and the innocence of a child is bought and sold,&lt;br /&gt;in the name of the damned, the rage of the angels left silent and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me please for I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;how can I keep inside the hurt I know is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie,&lt;br /&gt;that bears the scar of sin too deep&lt;br /&gt;to hide behind this fear of running unto you,&lt;br /&gt;please let there be light in a darkened room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious times, have been put to rest again&lt;br /&gt;and the smile of the dawn, brings tainted lust singing my requiem&lt;br /&gt;can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust?&lt;br /&gt;and watch it crystallize, while my salvation it crumbles to dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm?&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen to the sea, but still I swim for shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie,&lt;br /&gt;that bears the scar of sin too deep&lt;br /&gt;to hide behind this fear of running unto you,&lt;br /&gt;please let there be light in a darkened room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;embed src=http://www.uploadhut.com/upload/253273.mp3?? width=95 height=16 type=audio/mpeg autostart=false loop=true&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116614066378442553?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116614066378442553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116614066378442553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116614066378442553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116614066378442553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/12/skid-row-in-darkened-room.html' title='Skid Row - In a darkened room'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116396170360785085</id><published>2006-11-19T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T06:05:11.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverchair - Miss you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/silverchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/400/silverchair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Millionaire say got a big shot deal&lt;br /&gt;and thrown it all away but&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;how I'm supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;or what I'm supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to handle every day&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make room for the prey&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm coming in&lt;br /&gt;with what I wanna say but&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;and I love the pain&lt;br /&gt;a breeding ground for hate but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to handle everyday&lt;br /&gt;like the one that just past&lt;br /&gt;in the crowds of all the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember today&lt;br /&gt;I've no respect for you&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love&lt;br /&gt;but I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to love you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a fad&lt;br /&gt;part of the teenage angst brigade and&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to handle everyday&lt;br /&gt;like the one that just past&lt;br /&gt;in the crowds of all the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember today&lt;br /&gt;I've no respect for you&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember two days&lt;br /&gt;I've no respect for you&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love&lt;br /&gt;but I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to love you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116396170360785085?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116396170360785085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116396170360785085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116396170360785085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116396170360785085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/11/silverchair-miss-you-love.html' title='Silverchair - Miss you love'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116326482361506754</id><published>2006-11-11T05:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:49:54.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Evanescence - October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/Four%20years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/Four%20years.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't run anymore, I fall before you,&lt;br /&gt;here I am, I have nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;though I've tried to forget, you're all that I am,&lt;br /&gt;take me home, I'm through fighting it,&lt;br /&gt;broken, lifeless, I give up, you're my only strength,&lt;br /&gt;without you, I can't go on, anymore,&lt;br /&gt;ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope, (all the times I've tried)&lt;br /&gt;my only peace, (to walk away from you)&lt;br /&gt;my only joy, my only strength,&lt;br /&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;br /&gt;my only power, my only life,&lt;br /&gt;(and love is where I am)&lt;br /&gt;my only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't run anymore, I give myself to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry in all my bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;I ignored all that's real and true,&lt;br /&gt;all I need is you, when night falls on me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll not close my eyes, I'm too alive,&lt;br /&gt;and you're too strong, I can't lie anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I fall down before you, I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope, (all the times I've tried)&lt;br /&gt;my only peace, (to walk away from you)&lt;br /&gt;my only joy, my only strength,&lt;br /&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;br /&gt;my only power, my only life,&lt;br /&gt;(and love is where I am)&lt;br /&gt;my only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly ignoring,&lt;br /&gt;the pain consuming me,&lt;br /&gt;but this time it's cut too deep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stray again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope, (all the times I've tried)&lt;br /&gt;my only peace, (to walk away from you)&lt;br /&gt;my only joy, my only strength,&lt;br /&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;br /&gt;my only power, my only life,&lt;br /&gt;(and love is where I am)&lt;br /&gt;my only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope, (all the times I've tried)&lt;br /&gt;my only peace, (to walk away from you)&lt;br /&gt;my only joy, my only strength,&lt;br /&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;br /&gt;my only power, my only life,&lt;br /&gt;(and love is where I am)&lt;br /&gt;my only love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116326482361506754?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116326482361506754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116326482361506754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116326482361506754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116326482361506754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/11/evanescence-october.html' title='Evanescence - October'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-116145309733068850</id><published>2006-10-21T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T05:58:15.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb - Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/Ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/400/Ghost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;but I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love&lt;br /&gt;but I need his heart&lt;br /&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;br /&gt;but from him I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;he's been there since the very start&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;br /&gt;angel's wings carried him to me&lt;br /&gt;heavenly&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;br /&gt;but I want his wings&lt;br /&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;br /&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;my angel Gabriel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-116145309733068850?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/116145309733068850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=116145309733068850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116145309733068850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/116145309733068850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/10/lamb-gabriel.html' title='Lamb - Gabriel'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115854678644165914</id><published>2006-09-18T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:52:50.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica - The unforgiven II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/400/tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lay beside me, tell me what they've done&lt;br /&gt;speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run&lt;br /&gt;the door is locked now, but it's open if you're true&lt;br /&gt;if you can understand the me, than I can understand the you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay beside me, under wicked sky&lt;br /&gt;the black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze&lt;br /&gt;the door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through&lt;br /&gt;black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through&lt;br /&gt;no, there's no sun shining through&lt;br /&gt;no, there's no sun shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;br /&gt;behind the door, should I open it for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you&lt;br /&gt;or are you unforgiven too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear&lt;br /&gt;she loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;she lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;yes, she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;dead sure she'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;br /&gt;behind the door, should I open it for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you&lt;br /&gt;or are you unforgiven too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay beside me, tell me what I've done&lt;br /&gt;the door is closed, so are you're eyes&lt;br /&gt;but now I see the sun, now I see the sun&lt;br /&gt;yes now I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;br /&gt;behind the door, should I open it for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,&lt;br /&gt;the one who waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I've felt, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;br /&gt;behind the door, should I open it for you&lt;br /&gt;(so I dub thee unforgiven)&lt;br /&gt;oh, what I've felt&lt;br /&gt;oh, what I've known&lt;br /&gt;I take this key (never free)&lt;br /&gt;and I bury it (never me) in you&lt;br /&gt;because you're unforgiven too&lt;br /&gt;never free, never me&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're unforgiven too, oh oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115854678644165914?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115854678644165914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115854678644165914&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115854678644165914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115854678644165914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/09/metallica-unforgiven-ii.html' title='Metallica - The unforgiven II'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115590980651617449</id><published>2006-08-18T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:53:27.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/%3F%3Floign%3F%3Fe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/%3F%3Floign%3F%3Fe.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road trippin' with my two favorite allies&lt;br /&gt;fully loaded we got snacks and supplies&lt;br /&gt;it's time to leave this town&lt;br /&gt;it's time to steal away&lt;br /&gt;let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;anywhere in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;blue you sit so pretty&lt;br /&gt;west of the one&lt;br /&gt;sparkles light with yellow icing&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These smiling eyes are just a mirror for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much as come before those battles lost and won&lt;br /&gt;this life is shining more forever in the sun&lt;br /&gt;now let us check our heads&lt;br /&gt;and let us check the surf&lt;br /&gt;staying high and dry's&lt;br /&gt;more trouble than it's worth&lt;br /&gt;in the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These smiling eyes are just a mirror for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Big Sur we take some time to linger on&lt;br /&gt;we three hunky dory's got our snakefinger on&lt;br /&gt;now let us drink the stars&lt;br /&gt;it's time to steal away&lt;br /&gt;let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;right here in the U.S.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;let's go get lost&lt;br /&gt;blue you sit so pretty&lt;br /&gt;west of the one&lt;br /&gt;sparkles light with yellow icing&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;just a mirror for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These smiling eyes are just a mirror for&lt;br /&gt;these smiling eyes are just a mirror for&lt;br /&gt;your smiling eyes are just a mirror for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115590980651617449?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115590980651617449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115590980651617449&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115590980651617449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115590980651617449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/08/red-hot-chili-peppers-road-trippin.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road trippin&apos;'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115550177015803097</id><published>2006-08-13T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:12:20.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saybia - The second you sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and leave me naked by your side&lt;br /&gt;you close the door sp I can't see&lt;br /&gt;the love you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;the love you keep for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fills me up&lt;br /&gt;it feels like living in a dream&lt;br /&gt;it fills me up so I can't see&lt;br /&gt;the love you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;the love you keep for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;it gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake and watch you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake and watch you fly&lt;br /&gt;away into the night&lt;br /&gt;escaping through a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;it gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;it gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;it gives me time to stay&lt;br /&gt;to watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;stay, stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish by God you'd stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115550177015803097?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115550177015803097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115550177015803097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115550177015803097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115550177015803097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/08/saybia-second-you-sleep.html' title='Saybia - The second you sleep'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115496410626929614</id><published>2006-08-07T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:45:45.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins - Thirty - Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/Thirty-three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/Thirty-three.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speak to me in a language I can hear&lt;br /&gt;humour me before I have to go&lt;br /&gt;deep in thought I forgive everyone&lt;br /&gt;as the cluttered streets greet me once again&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't be late,&lt;br /&gt;supper's waiting on the table&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's just an excuse away&lt;br /&gt;so I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet&lt;br /&gt;at the blasphemy in my old jangly walk&lt;br /&gt;steeple guide me to my heart and home&lt;br /&gt;the sun is out and up and down again&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll make it, love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;graceful swans of never topple to the earth&lt;br /&gt;and you can make it last, forever you&lt;br /&gt;you can make it last, forever you&lt;br /&gt;you can make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in the pleasures of the world&lt;br /&gt;I've journeyed here and there and back again&lt;br /&gt;but in the same old haunts I still find my friends&lt;br /&gt;mysteries not ready to reveal&lt;br /&gt;sympathies I'm ready to return&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the effort, love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;graceful swans of never topple to the earth&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;and you can make it last, forever you&lt;br /&gt;you can make it last, forever you&lt;br /&gt;you can make it last, forever you&lt;br /&gt;forever you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115496410626929614?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115496410626929614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115496410626929614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115496410626929614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115496410626929614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/08/smashing-pumpkins-thirty-three.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins - Thirty - Three'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115440532809536185</id><published>2006-08-01T03:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:34:00.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Melon - No rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/No%20rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/No%20rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;br /&gt;and all I can do is just pour some tea for two&lt;br /&gt;and speak my point of view&lt;br /&gt;but it's not sane, it's not sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some one to say to me, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake&lt;br /&gt;you know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today&lt;br /&gt;so stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand why I sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;and I start to complain that there's no rain&lt;br /&gt;and all I can do is read a book to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;and it rips my life away, but it's a great escape&lt;br /&gt;escape, escape, escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;you don't like my point of view&lt;br /&gt;you think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;its not sane, it's not sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some one to say to me, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake&lt;br /&gt;you know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today&lt;br /&gt;so stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;and I'll have it made,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll have it made,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll have it made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115440532809536185?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115440532809536185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115440532809536185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115440532809536185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115440532809536185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/blind-melon-no-rain.html' title='Blind Melon - No rain'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115394716349814553</id><published>2006-07-26T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:38:35.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El arequipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pretendo hacer un blog de delicias culinarias, pero quiero contarles a mis amigos españoles qué es el arequipe. Esto es especialmente para ustedes &lt;a href="http://elquimericoinquilino.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hackman&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://encajedebolillos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/arequipealpina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/arequipealpina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El arequipe es un producto azucarado que tiene un sabor bastante parecido al caramelo y color que varia entre crema y café. &lt;span name="textcapitol" id="textcapitol"&gt;Se puede hacer en casa, sólo se necesita un tarro de leche condensada y agua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span name="textcapitol" id="textcapitol"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span name="textcapitol" id="textcapitol"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/arequipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/arequipe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se coloca el tarro de leche condensada (sin etiquetas) dentro de una olla y se cubre con agua. Se coloca la olla a fuego medio de una hora y media a dos horas, cuidando que el nivel de agua siempre cubra el tarro de leche. Entre más tiempo se deje la olla, más se carameliza el dulce. Después del tiempo se retira la olla del fuego, se deja enfriar, se abre el tarro de leche condensada y se vierte el contenido en un recipiente. Después, se pone en la nevera para que tome una mejor consistencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115394716349814553?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115394716349814553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115394716349814553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115394716349814553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115394716349814553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/el-arequipe.html' title='El arequipe'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115350694770053151</id><published>2006-07-21T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:37:20.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Minogue - Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/change.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/change.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fragile seams,&lt;br /&gt;I opened up too quick and all my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;were walking out I'd slowly,&lt;br /&gt;lost my fire,&lt;br /&gt;with every single man a river cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no sensation,&lt;br /&gt;completely numb, left with no satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;I thought no-one could ever get me high again,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I was not looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waited so long,&lt;br /&gt;I thought the real thing was a fake,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a tool to break me down,&lt;br /&gt;you proved me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me,&lt;br /&gt;in a placeless place would find me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt;if love were human it would know me,&lt;br /&gt;in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes so good,&lt;br /&gt;my heart's been mended who'd have thought it would,&lt;br /&gt;an empty bet and still I won the cash,&lt;br /&gt;a man who I love and who,&lt;br /&gt;loves me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, waited so long,&lt;br /&gt;for love to heal me so I'd feel it,&lt;br /&gt;thought it wasn't breathing then you came,&lt;br /&gt;you proved me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me,&lt;br /&gt;in a placeless place would find me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt;if love were human it would know me,&lt;br /&gt;in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me,&lt;br /&gt;in a placeless place would find me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt;if love were human it would know me,&lt;br /&gt;in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here,&lt;br /&gt;zoom in, catch the smile,&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt it's from you,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm addicted to it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look boy to melt me down,&lt;br /&gt;just one heart here to save me now,&lt;br /&gt;your candy kisses are sweet I know,&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight baby don't let go,&lt;br /&gt;just one look boy to melt me down,&lt;br /&gt;just one heart here to save me now,&lt;br /&gt;your candy kisses are sweet I know,&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight baby don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look boy to melt me down,&lt;br /&gt;just one heart here to save me now,&lt;br /&gt;your candy kisses are sweet I know,&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight baby don't let go,&lt;br /&gt;just one look boy to melt me down,&lt;br /&gt;just one heart here to save me now,&lt;br /&gt;your candy kisses are sweet I know,&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight baby don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me,&lt;br /&gt;in a placeless place would find me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt;if love were human it would know me,&lt;br /&gt;in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me,&lt;br /&gt;in a placeless place would find me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt;if love were human it would know me,&lt;br /&gt;in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then,&lt;br /&gt;melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt;like chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115350694770053151?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115350694770053151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115350694770053151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115350694770053151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115350694770053151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/kylie-minogue-chocolate.html' title='Kylie Minogue - Chocolate'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115267449561337580</id><published>2006-07-12T02:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:04:24.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Audioslave - Like a stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a cold wet, afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;in a room full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;by a freeway,&lt;br /&gt;I confess I was lost in the pages&lt;br /&gt;of a book full of death,&lt;br /&gt;reading how we'll die along&lt;br /&gt;and if a God will lay to rest&lt;br /&gt;to anywhere we wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your house I long to be,&lt;br /&gt;room by room, patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;like a stone&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my death bed,&lt;br /&gt;I will pray to the gods and the angels&lt;br /&gt;like a pagan,&lt;br /&gt;to anyone who will take me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;to a place, I recall&lt;br /&gt;I was there so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the sky was bruised,&lt;br /&gt;the world was black,&lt;br /&gt;and then you'd leave me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your house I long to be,&lt;br /&gt;room by room, patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;like a stone&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all I read until the day was gone&lt;br /&gt;and I sat in regret&lt;br /&gt;for all the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;for all that I've blessed&lt;br /&gt;and all that I've wrong&lt;br /&gt;in dreams until my head&lt;br /&gt;I will wonder on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your house I long to be,&lt;br /&gt;room by room, patiently&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;like a stone&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;alone, alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115267449561337580?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115267449561337580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115267449561337580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115267449561337580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115267449561337580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/audioslave-like-stone.html' title='Audioslave - Like a stone'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115232289610660831</id><published>2006-07-08T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:41:36.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins - Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/shame.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/shame.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're gonna walk on home&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna walk alone&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna see this through&lt;br /&gt;don't let them get to you&lt;br /&gt;shame, shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is good and love is kind&lt;br /&gt;love is drunk and love is blind&lt;br /&gt;love is good and love is mine&lt;br /&gt;love is drunk all the time&lt;br /&gt;shame, shame, shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna walk on home&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna walk alone&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna walk so far&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna wonder who you are&lt;br /&gt;shame, shame, shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is good and love is kind&lt;br /&gt;love is good and love is blind&lt;br /&gt;love is good and love is mine&lt;br /&gt;love is good all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you know you made us cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115232289610660831?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115232289610660831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115232289610660831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115232289610660831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115232289610660831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/smashing-pumpkins-shame.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins - Shame'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115177763357875007</id><published>2006-07-01T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:13:53.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Heart of the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/House.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are the original template&lt;br /&gt;you are the original exemplary&lt;br /&gt;how seen were you actually?&lt;br /&gt;how revered were you (honestly) at the time?&lt;br /&gt;why pleased with your low maintenance?&lt;br /&gt;you loved us more than we could've loved you back&lt;br /&gt;where was you ally your partner in femenine crime?&lt;br /&gt;oh mother who's your buddy?&lt;br /&gt;oh mother who's got your back?&lt;br /&gt;the heart of the house&lt;br /&gt;the heart of the house&lt;br /&gt;all hail the goddess!&lt;br /&gt;you were "good ol'"&lt;br /&gt;you were "count on 'er 'til four am"&lt;br /&gt;you saw me run from the house&lt;br /&gt;in the snow melodramatically&lt;br /&gt;oh mother who's your sister?&lt;br /&gt;oh mother who's your friend?&lt;br /&gt;the heart of the house&lt;br /&gt;the heart of that house&lt;br /&gt;all hail the goddess!&lt;br /&gt;we left the men and we went for a walk in the gatineaus&lt;br /&gt;and talked like women like women o women would&lt;br /&gt;womyn to womyn would "where did you get that from?&lt;br /&gt;must've been your father your dad"&lt;br /&gt;I got it from you I got it from you&lt;br /&gt;do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways?&lt;br /&gt;in my fits of laughter?&lt;br /&gt;in my tinkerbell tendencies?&lt;br /&gt;in my lack of colour coordination?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115177763357875007?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115177763357875007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115177763357875007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115177763357875007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115177763357875007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/07/alanis-morissette-heart-of-house.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Heart of the house'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115056455642975925</id><published>2006-06-17T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:06:46.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns and Roses - So fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/Axl18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/Axl18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could she look so fine&lt;br /&gt;how could it be she might be mine&lt;br /&gt;how could she be so cool&lt;br /&gt;I've taken for a fool so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story of a man&lt;br /&gt;who works as hard as he can&lt;br /&gt;just to be a man who stands on his own&lt;br /&gt;but the book always burns&lt;br /&gt;as the story takes it's turn&lt;br /&gt;an leaves a broken man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she be so cool&lt;br /&gt;how could she be so fine&lt;br /&gt;I owe a favor to a friend&lt;br /&gt;my friends they always come through for me,&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story of a man&lt;br /&gt;who works as hard as he can&lt;br /&gt;just to be a man who stands on his own&lt;br /&gt;but the book always burns&lt;br /&gt;as the story takes it's turn&lt;br /&gt;an leaves a broken man&lt;br /&gt;if you could only live my life&lt;br /&gt;you could see the diference you make to me&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd look right up at night&lt;br /&gt;and all I'd see was darkness&lt;br /&gt;now I see the stars alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach right up and grabe one for you&lt;br /&gt;when the lights went down in your house&lt;br /&gt;yeah that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;the sweat I make for you&lt;br /&gt;yeah... I think you know where that comes from&lt;br /&gt;guitar, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd look right up at night&lt;br /&gt;and all I'd see was darkness&lt;br /&gt;now I see the stars alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach right up and grabe one for you&lt;br /&gt;when the lights went down in your house&lt;br /&gt;yeah that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;the sweat I make for you&lt;br /&gt;yeah... I think you know where that comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she look so good (so good)&lt;br /&gt;how could she be so fine&lt;br /&gt;how could she be so cool&lt;br /&gt;how could it be she might be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115056455642975925?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115056455642975925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115056455642975925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115056455642975925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115056455642975925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/06/guns-and-roses-so-fine.html' title='Guns and Roses - So fine'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-115040862265200938</id><published>2006-06-15T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:57:02.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No doubt - Suspension without suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/Num2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/400/Num2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My divorce&lt;br /&gt;from dependence&lt;br /&gt;that's when you found me&lt;br /&gt;I was still soft&lt;br /&gt;and we always&lt;br /&gt;were in trouble&lt;br /&gt;odds stacked against us&lt;br /&gt;and trouble's what we are&lt;br /&gt;we get so far&lt;br /&gt;and then it just starts rewinding&lt;br /&gt;and the same old song&lt;br /&gt;we're playing it again&lt;br /&gt;suspension without suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that&lt;br /&gt;I've murdered&lt;br /&gt;your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and I forced you off&lt;br /&gt;do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;do you want revenge?&lt;br /&gt;I want to call you,&lt;br /&gt;but I won't&lt;br /&gt;we get so far&lt;br /&gt;and then it just starts rewinding&lt;br /&gt;and the same old song&lt;br /&gt;we're playing it again&lt;br /&gt;suspension without suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pesimistic&lt;br /&gt;protection plan&lt;br /&gt;moderation loving&lt;br /&gt;I've been hardened by the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;we knew this was coming&lt;br /&gt;(this was coming)&lt;br /&gt;we get so far&lt;br /&gt;and then it just starts rewinding&lt;br /&gt;and the same old song&lt;br /&gt;we're playing it again&lt;br /&gt;suspension without suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so far&lt;br /&gt;and then it just starts rewinding&lt;br /&gt;and the same old song&lt;br /&gt;we're playing it again and again&lt;br /&gt;suspension without suspense&lt;br /&gt;intentions without intent&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want the love we have to end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-115040862265200938?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/115040862265200938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=115040862265200938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115040862265200938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/115040862265200938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-doubt-suspension-without-suspense.html' title='No doubt - Suspension without suspense'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114891251411761075</id><published>2006-05-29T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:43:16.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shudder to Think - Ballad of Maxwell Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/BrianSlade6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/BrianSlade6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got tired of wasting gas living above the planet&lt;br /&gt;mister, show me the way to earth&lt;br /&gt;the boys of Quadrant 44 with their vicious metal hounds&lt;br /&gt;never come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;six feet down at age 25&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Leather Demon rock hand jive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down like water&lt;br /&gt;for the age of solar&lt;br /&gt;hail to the father&lt;br /&gt;kiss your sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;goodbye goodbye&lt;br /&gt;steam steady roller&lt;br /&gt;lady tongue controller&lt;br /&gt;ten feet tall, better walk it back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the great duress, always get off 'cause damn it!&lt;br /&gt;it's the only sure-fire way to win&lt;br /&gt;your poison doesn't hurt me, no&lt;br /&gt;tender wine disguised in a milk-fat fair kiddie show&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to celebrate the one below&lt;br /&gt;at last I've heard from good God above&lt;br /&gt;as the slap on my ass by a lipstick-kissed elbow glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down like water&lt;br /&gt;for the age of solar&lt;br /&gt;hail to the father&lt;br /&gt;kiss your sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;goodbye goodbye&lt;br /&gt;steam steady roller&lt;br /&gt;lady tongue controller&lt;br /&gt;ten feet tall, better walk it back down&lt;br /&gt;I came down like water&lt;br /&gt;for the age of solar&lt;br /&gt;I came down like water&lt;br /&gt;kiss your sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten feet tall, better walk it back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114891251411761075?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114891251411761075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114891251411761075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114891251411761075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114891251411761075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/05/shudder-to-think-ballad-of-maxwell.html' title='Shudder to Think - Ballad of Maxwell Demon'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114456022194359351</id><published>2006-04-09T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:23:41.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Venus in Furs - Tumbling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/BrianSlade8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/400/BrianSlade8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gee, but it's hard&lt;br /&gt;when one lowers one's guard to the vultures&lt;br /&gt;but, me, I regard it&lt;br /&gt;a torturous hardship that smoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a peppermint eaten away,&lt;br /&gt;will I fight, will I swagger or sway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee, milady,&lt;br /&gt;she cries like a baby, scold us,&lt;br /&gt;see her tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;see her tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the monkey,&lt;br /&gt;we're having a funky reunion&lt;br /&gt;wasted and sunk&lt;br /&gt;he can only have sunday communion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got nicotine stains in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;he's got nothing to protect but his pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smothered in kiss&lt;br /&gt;or be drowned in blissful confusion&lt;br /&gt;see her tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;see her tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;see her tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114456022194359351?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114456022194359351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114456022194359351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114456022194359351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114456022194359351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/04/venus-in-furs-tumbling-down.html' title='The Venus in Furs - Tumbling down'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114369106174419303</id><published>2006-03-30T06:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:24:04.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shudder to Think - Hot one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/1600/BrianSlade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/278/320/BrianSlade2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, you're the grand one&lt;br /&gt;have you noticed?&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in all the fairy boys are very nervous&lt;br /&gt;well, my starship doesn't want me&lt;br /&gt;and neither does his world&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I caught you on my view screen, sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the grand one&lt;br /&gt;come and court me&lt;br /&gt;'cause this wooing is what I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;when my spacesuit comes to warm me&lt;br /&gt;and hold me like a God&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of the gravity, Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I see your faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot one&lt;br /&gt;from a starship over venus to the sun&lt;br /&gt;but it's a crime!&lt;br /&gt;you're mistaken!&lt;br /&gt;momentary seizure of love - oh love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're the grand one&lt;br /&gt;but darling, I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I've got human minds we can form&lt;br /&gt;but the boys are not impressed&lt;br /&gt;when my spacesuit comes to warm me&lt;br /&gt;just hold me like a God&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the captain of the gravity, Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;I see your faces in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot one&lt;br /&gt;from a starship over venus to the sun&lt;br /&gt;but it's a crime!&lt;br /&gt;you're mistaken!&lt;br /&gt;momentary seizure of love - oh love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot one&lt;br /&gt;from a starship over venus to the sun&lt;br /&gt;but it's a drag!&lt;br /&gt;you're so mean!&lt;br /&gt;destroying my belief in, in love - oh love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114369106174419303?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114369106174419303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114369106174419303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114369106174419303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114369106174419303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/03/shudder-to-think-hot-one.html' title='Shudder to Think - Hot one'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114299349803698466</id><published>2006-03-22T02:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:11:38.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 - With or without you</title><content type='html'>See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;see the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;on a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;and I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;you give it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;and I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;with or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;and you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;and you give&lt;br /&gt;and you give&lt;br /&gt;and you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;my body bruised, she's got me with&lt;br /&gt;nothing to win&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;and you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;and you give&lt;br /&gt;and you give&lt;br /&gt;and you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;with or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;with or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114299349803698466?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114299349803698466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114299349803698466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114299349803698466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114299349803698466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/03/u2-with-or-without-you.html' title='U2 - With or without you'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114263776545533442</id><published>2006-03-17T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:22:45.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>And I wanna believe you&lt;br /&gt;when you tell me that it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I try to believe you&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;it always turns out to be a different way&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a different day&lt;br /&gt;(tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been up to you&lt;br /&gt;let's turn it around, it's up to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little time&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone a little while&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you&lt;br /&gt;when you tell me that it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I try to believe you&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it may change&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it may change&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it may change&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it may change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114263776545533442?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114263776545533442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114263776545533442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114263776545533442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114263776545533442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/03/avril-lavigne-tomorrow.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-114149372889893509</id><published>2006-03-04T05:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:35:28.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins - Crestfallen</title><content type='html'>Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to need you when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;and where are you&lt;br /&gt;when I need you around&lt;br /&gt;your life is not your own&lt;br /&gt;and all I ask you&lt;br /&gt;is for another chance&lt;br /&gt;another way around you&lt;br /&gt;to live by circumstance&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to need you now&lt;br /&gt;to ask you why&lt;br /&gt;to tell you no&lt;br /&gt;to deserve your love and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;and you may go&lt;br /&gt;but I know you won't leave&lt;br /&gt;too many years&lt;br /&gt;built into memories,&lt;br /&gt;your life is not your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;to need you now&lt;br /&gt;to ask you why&lt;br /&gt;to tell you no&lt;br /&gt;to deserve your love and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;along the way,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith&lt;br /&gt;(and as you were)&lt;br /&gt;you'll be again&lt;br /&gt;to mold like clay&lt;br /&gt;to break like dirt&lt;br /&gt;to tear me up&lt;br /&gt;in your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;you were never meant to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;br /&gt;who am I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-114149372889893509?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114149372889893509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=114149372889893509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114149372889893509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/114149372889893509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2006/03/smashing-pumpkins-crestfallen.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins - Crestfallen'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-111160794553000520</id><published>2005-03-23T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:59:05.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Viner Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Manicomio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eres la alegría que dormita en mi alcoba.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eres la tristeza que cobija mis sueños.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Delante de mí eres solamente un espectro.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tú corres mientras huyes de mis ataduras.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imperceptiblemente, tratas de sonreír para mí.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Noto que te gustan mis imprudentes reacciones y sonrío yo también.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6062502-111160794553000520?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/111160794553000520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=111160794553000520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/111160794553000520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/111160794553000520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2005/03/manicomio-eres-la-alegra-que-dormita.html' title=''/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-110937410322476799</id><published>2005-02-25T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:28:23.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Viner Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;En este momento, vuelves a hacerme feliz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahora pienso nuevamente en la fuerza oculta de tu ser, en ese momento extraño y mágico.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me alegra formar parte del frío paisaje de agua.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Recuerdas la estatua? ¿Recuerdas su sonrisa? Cuando el ruido estruendoso de su confesión tocó sus ojos, ¿qué sentiste? ¿Qué harías si en verdad lo entendieras? ¿Cómo sellarías tus labios para que no continúe sangrando el alma?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;Aunque hoy estés lejos, Illinois, seguirás siendo parte de mi esencia misma, para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-110937410322476799?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/110937410322476799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=110937410322476799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110937410322476799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110937410322476799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2005/02/illinois-en-este-momento-vuelves.html' title=''/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-110877464296049326</id><published>2005-02-18T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:57:22.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Viner Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Betrayal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m just justifying your attitude, your temporal madness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no one who can perceive the mortal consequences of this betrayal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If your eyes hid something from your hands, it was a clever interpretation of what your dead could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You learned to be skillful since you were saved and the practice has returned you to clarity again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t betray me if you want to keep blue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6062502-110877464296049326?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/110877464296049326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=110877464296049326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110877464296049326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110877464296049326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2005/02/betrayal-im-here.html' title=''/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-110877455889348943</id><published>2004-02-16T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:16:09.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muerte:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;No puedes saber que te escribo ni que invado tus sueños.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Debes ignorarlo hasta que las tumbas se abran de nuevo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Todos los días te observo en la inmensidad de un reflejo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No puedes saber que te pienso.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ni que te extraño.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Tampoco puedes conocerme.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sufrirías.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seguirás caminando tomando sus manos amorfas y besando sus labios perdidos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-110877455889348943?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/110877455889348943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=110877455889348943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110877455889348943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/110877455889348943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/2004/02/muerte-no-puedes-saber-que-te-escribo.html' title=''/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062502.post-106851640646553558</id><published>2003-11-10T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:38:30.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy no parece ser un buen dia.  Todo a mi alrededor se ve gris, y escucho voces en mi cabeza.  Es el eco de las situaciones tristes que han llenado mi alma de locura.  Lo vi llegar.  Senti sus pasos desde antes que él lo pensara y deseé verlo morir.  No pude evitar sentir que estaría custodiado si estuviera bajo tierra y yo tuviera la capacidad de ahogarlo sin presentir nada.  Había olvidado que las tumbas tocan el espiritu de los seres crueles, viajantes del pasado.  También había olvidado que no debía ponerse a gritar, ni debía llorar para que yo me sintiera feliz.  Gracias a las distancias, al espiritu del tiempo logre notar que no era él, sino yo, quien iba a sonreir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6062502-106851640646553558?l=vylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/feeds/106851640646553558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6062502&amp;postID=106851640646553558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/106851640646553558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062502/posts/default/106851640646553558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vylia.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
