<?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-8459942</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:38:57.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What has Fil been listening to lately?</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, I'll tell you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-7223335293067698876</id><published>2008-10-30T00:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:29:21.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bird - Goodnight</title><content type='html'>I hold you closely you push me away&lt;br /&gt;I want forever you just want today&lt;br /&gt;Give me your fingers wash out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a bad day&lt;br /&gt;On your good good night&lt;br /&gt;I hear the tick of a bomb&lt;br /&gt;All your hair in a fuse&lt;br /&gt;You ask me for a light&lt;br /&gt;To blow away these blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Run me a bath, then plug me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a T.V. learning to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a bad day&lt;br /&gt;On your good good night&lt;br /&gt;I hold you closely you push me away&lt;br /&gt;I want forever you just want today&lt;br /&gt;Give me your fingers wash out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a bad day&lt;br /&gt;On your good good good good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-7223335293067698876?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/7223335293067698876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=7223335293067698876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/7223335293067698876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/7223335293067698876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-bird-goodnight.html' title='Baby Bird - Goodnight'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-1229799451202099360</id><published>2008-09-15T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:06:37.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Might Be Giants - Birdhouse in Your Soul</title><content type='html'>Im your only friend&lt;br /&gt;Im not your only friend&lt;br /&gt;But Im a little glowing friend&lt;br /&gt;But really Im not actually your friend&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret to tell&lt;br /&gt;From my electrical well&lt;br /&gt;Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells&lt;br /&gt;So the room must listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Filibuster vigilantly&lt;br /&gt;My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e&lt;br /&gt;My storys infinite&lt;br /&gt;Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im your only friend&lt;br /&gt;Im not your only friend&lt;br /&gt;But Im a little glowing friend&lt;br /&gt;But really Im not actually your friend&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a picture opposite me&lt;br /&gt;Of my primitive ancestry&lt;br /&gt;Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free&lt;br /&gt;Though I respect that a lot&lt;br /&gt;Id be fired if that were my job&lt;br /&gt;After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts&lt;br /&gt;Bluebird of friendliness&lt;br /&gt;Like guardian angels its always near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and while youre at it&lt;br /&gt;Keep the nightlight on inside the&lt;br /&gt;Birdhouse in your soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say Im the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-1229799451202099360?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/1229799451202099360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=1229799451202099360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/1229799451202099360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/1229799451202099360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-might-be-giants-birdhouse-in-your.html' title='They Might Be Giants - Birdhouse in Your Soul'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-390341047187827100</id><published>2008-07-23T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:49:01.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere</title><content type='html'>Well we know where were goin&lt;br /&gt;But we dont know where weve been&lt;br /&gt;And we know what were knowin&lt;br /&gt;But we cant say what weve seen&lt;br /&gt;And were not little children&lt;br /&gt;And we know what we want&lt;br /&gt;And the future is certain&lt;br /&gt;Give us time to work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Come on inside&lt;br /&gt;Takin that ride to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Well take that ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feelin okay this mornin&lt;br /&gt;And you know,&lt;br /&gt;Were on the road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Come on inside&lt;br /&gt;Takin that ride to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Well take that ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;I dont care&lt;br /&gt;Here is where time is on our side&lt;br /&gt;Take you there...take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a city in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Come along and take that ride&lt;br /&gt;And its all right, baby, its all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its very far away&lt;br /&gt;But its growing day by day&lt;br /&gt;And its all right, baby, its all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;But they'll make a fool of you&lt;br /&gt;And its all right, baby, its all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were on a road to nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-390341047187827100?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/390341047187827100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=390341047187827100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/390341047187827100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/390341047187827100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-heads-road-to-nowhere.html' title='Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-116069097433179185</id><published>2006-10-12T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:09:34.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weird" Al Yankovic - Trapped in the Drive Thru</title><content type='html'>Seven O'Clock in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Watchin somethin' stupid on TV&lt;br /&gt;I'm zoned out on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;When my wife comes in the room and sees me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "Is this 'Behind the Music'&lt;br /&gt;with Lynard Skynard?"&lt;br /&gt;And I say "I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Say, it's gettin' late...watcha wanna do for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "I kinda had a big lunch.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not super hungry."&lt;br /&gt;I said "Well you know, baby, I'm not starvin' either&lt;br /&gt;But I could eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "So whadya have in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "I don't know what about you?"&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat."&lt;br /&gt;I said "That's what we're gonna do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But first you gotta tell me&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're hungry for!"&lt;br /&gt;And she says "Let me think...&lt;br /&gt;...What's left in our refridgerator?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Well, there's tuna, I know."&lt;br /&gt;She said "That went bad a week ago!"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Is the chili OK?"&lt;br /&gt;She said "You finished that yesterday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped up and I said&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, do you want to get something delivered?"&lt;br /&gt;She's like "Why would I want to eat liver?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like liver!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "No, I said 'delivered'."&lt;br /&gt;She's like "I heard you say liver!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "I should know what I said..."&lt;br /&gt;She's like "Whatever, I just don't want any liver!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was gonna say something&lt;br /&gt;But my cell phone started to ring&lt;br /&gt;Now who could be callin' me?&lt;br /&gt;Well I checked my caller ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just cousin Larry&lt;br /&gt;Callin' for the third time today...&lt;br /&gt;My wife said "Let it go to voicemail."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where were we? Oh, Dinner, Right&lt;br /&gt;So what d'ya want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;She said "Why don't you whip up somethin in the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," I said, "Why don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said "Baby, can't we just go out to dinner, please?"&lt;br /&gt;I says "No"&lt;br /&gt;She says "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;I says "No"&lt;br /&gt;She says "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;I says "No"&lt;br /&gt;She says "Yes...&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, here's your keys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Say "OK, where ya want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;She says "How about The Ivy?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yeah, well I don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like gettin all dressed up&lt;br /&gt;And eatin' expensive food&lt;br /&gt;She's says "Olive Garden?"&lt;br /&gt;I say "Nah, I'm not in the mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And Burrito King would make me gassy&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt"&lt;br /&gt;She says "Just forget about it"&lt;br /&gt;I said "No, I swear I'm gonna take you out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get an idea&lt;br /&gt;I says "I know what we'll do!"&lt;br /&gt;She says "What?"&lt;br /&gt;I say "Guess"&lt;br /&gt;She says "What?"&lt;br /&gt;I say "We're goin' to the drive-thru!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head out the front door&lt;br /&gt;Open the garage door&lt;br /&gt;Then I open the car doors&lt;br /&gt;And we get in those car doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my key in the ignition&lt;br /&gt;And then I turn it sideways&lt;br /&gt;Then we fasten our seat belts&lt;br /&gt;As we pull out the driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drive to the drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to the drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;We're approaching the drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;Getting close to the drive-thru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there at the drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;Now we're here at the drive thru&lt;br /&gt;Here in line at the drive-thru&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the drive-thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are&lt;br /&gt;in the drive-thru line, me and her.&lt;br /&gt;Cars in front of us, cars in back of us.&lt;br /&gt;All just waiting to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some idiot in a Volvo&lt;br /&gt;With his brights on behind me&lt;br /&gt;I lean out the window and scream&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Whatcha tryin to do, blind me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife says "Maybe we should park...&lt;br /&gt;...We could just go eat inside."&lt;br /&gt;I said "I'm wearin' bunny slippers&lt;br /&gt;So I ain't leavin' this ride..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a woman on a speaker box&lt;br /&gt;Is sayin' "Can I take your order, please?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yes indeed, you certainly can&lt;br /&gt;We'd like two hamburgers with onions and cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my wife says&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, hold on, I've changed my mind!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have a chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Instead, this time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "You always get a cheeseburger!"&lt;br /&gt;She says "That's not what I'm hungry for."&lt;br /&gt;I put my head in my hands and screamed,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know who you are anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice on the speaker says&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have all day!"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Then, take our order,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And I want a cheeseburger, too&lt;br /&gt;She's like "You want onions on that?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "Yeah, I already said that I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Plus we need curly fries&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare forget it!&lt;br /&gt;And two medium root beers&lt;br /&gt;No, just one, we'll split it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "I'm guessin' that&lt;br /&gt;You're probably not too bright...&lt;br /&gt;So read me back my order&lt;br /&gt;Let's make sure you got it right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "One, you want a chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Two, you want a cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;Three, curly fries, and a large root beer"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop, don't go no further!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never ordered a large rootbeer&lt;br /&gt;I said medium, not large!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she says "We're havin' a special,&lt;br /&gt;I supersized you at no charge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." And that's all&lt;br /&gt;I could say, was "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;And she says "Now there is somethin' else&lt;br /&gt;That I really think you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have unlimited refills&lt;br /&gt;For just a quarter more..."&lt;br /&gt;I say "Great, except we're in the drive thru...&lt;br /&gt;So what would I want that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says "Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Your voice sounds so familiar...hey, is this Paul?&lt;br /&gt;And my wife is all like "No, that ain't Paul,&lt;br /&gt;now tell me, who's this Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "Oh, he's just some guy&lt;br /&gt;Who goes to school with me.&lt;br /&gt;I sat behind him last year&lt;br /&gt;and I copied off him in Geometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I know a guy named Paul.&lt;br /&gt;He used to be my plumber&lt;br /&gt;He was prematurely bald&lt;br /&gt;And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had bladder problems&lt;br /&gt;and a really bad infection on his toe."&lt;br /&gt;And she said "Mister, please, you can stop right there,&lt;br /&gt;that's way more than I needed to know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we both were quiet&lt;br /&gt;And things got real intense&lt;br /&gt;Then she says "Next window please,&lt;br /&gt;That'll be five dollars and eighty two cents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we inched ahead in line&lt;br /&gt;Movin' painfully slow&lt;br /&gt;I got a little bored&lt;br /&gt;So I turned on the radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Song plays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click* Turned it off&lt;br /&gt;because my wife was getting a headache&lt;br /&gt;So we both just sat there quietly&lt;br /&gt;For her sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at her&lt;br /&gt;And she looked back at me&lt;br /&gt;And I said "Um,&lt;br /&gt;I think you have somethin' in your teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned away from me&lt;br /&gt;And then turned back and said "Did I get it?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yeah. Well, I mean, most of it...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, ya know, don't sweat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "How about now?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yeah, almost.&lt;br /&gt;There's still a little bit there&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, it's probably just a piece of toast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're at the pay window&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;Put my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there's no wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lady at the window's like,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well that'll be five eighty two."&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to my wife, and say&lt;br /&gt;"How much have you got on you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just rolls her eyes and says&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pay for this, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;So she reaches into her purse&lt;br /&gt;and pulls out the American Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand it to the lady&lt;br /&gt;And she says "Oh, dear.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be cash only&lt;br /&gt;We don't take credit cards here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took back the card and said&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, really? Well that sucks."&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I found out&lt;br /&gt;My wife was only carryin' three bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;going to hit the ATM today"&lt;br /&gt;She says "I never got around to it&lt;br /&gt;So where's your wallet anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said "Nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;Just help me to find some change..."&lt;br /&gt;Now the lady at the window&lt;br /&gt;is lookin at me kinda strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says "Mister, please,&lt;br /&gt;We gotta move this line along"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Now hold your stinkin' horses lady,&lt;br /&gt;We won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around inside the glove-box&lt;br /&gt;And check the mat beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;I found a nickel in the ashtray&lt;br /&gt;And a couple pennies and a dime in the space betweent he seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long I had a little pile&lt;br /&gt;of coins of every sort&lt;br /&gt;The lady counts it up and says&lt;br /&gt;"You're still about a dollar short"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my woman's got this weird look&lt;br /&gt;frozen on her face&lt;br /&gt;She screams, "you know&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even really hungry in the first place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I turned around&lt;br /&gt;to the cashier again&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged and said "OK&lt;br /&gt;Forget the chicken sandwich then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick up my change&lt;br /&gt;Pick up my reciept&lt;br /&gt;And I drive to the pickup window&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just can't wait to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we see this acne ridden&lt;br /&gt;Kid about sixteen&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' a dorky nametag that says&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, my name is Eugene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hands me a paper bag&lt;br /&gt;I look him in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I say to him "Hey, Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some ketchup for my fries?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he looks at me&lt;br /&gt;And I look at him&lt;br /&gt;And he looks at me&lt;br /&gt;And I look at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks at me&lt;br /&gt;And I look at him&lt;br /&gt;And he says "I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;What did you want again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Ketchup!"&lt;br /&gt;And he says "Oh yeah, that's right...&lt;br /&gt;...I just spaced out there for a second&lt;br /&gt;I'm really kind of burnt tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he hands me the ketchup&lt;br /&gt;And now we're finally drivin' away&lt;br /&gt;And the food is drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;With its intoxicating bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starvin' to death&lt;br /&gt;by the time we pull up at the traffic light&lt;br /&gt;I say "Baby, gimme that burger,&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta have a bite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she reaches in the bag&lt;br /&gt;And pulls out the burger&lt;br /&gt;And she hands me the burger&lt;br /&gt;And I pick up the burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I unwrap the paper&lt;br /&gt;I bite into those buns&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;they forgot the onions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-116069097433179185?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/116069097433179185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=116069097433179185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/116069097433179185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/116069097433179185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-al-yankovic-trapped-in-drive.html' title='&quot;Weird&quot; Al Yankovic - Trapped in the Drive Thru'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-115652077601570229</id><published>2006-08-25T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:46:16.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Norman Greenbaum - Spirit inthe Sky</title><content type='html'>When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;When I lay me down to die&lt;br /&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;br /&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself you know it's a must&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have a friend in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So you know that when you die&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna recommend you&lt;br /&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Gonna recommend you&lt;br /&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where you're gonna go when you die&lt;br /&gt;When you die and they lay you to rest&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been a sinner I never sinned&lt;br /&gt;I got a friend in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So you know that when I die&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna set me up with&lt;br /&gt;The spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;br /&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;Go to the place that's the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-115652077601570229?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/115652077601570229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=115652077601570229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115652077601570229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115652077601570229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/08/norman-greenbaum-spirit-inthe-sky_25.html' title='Norman Greenbaum - Spirit inthe Sky'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-115652055991695563</id><published>2006-08-25T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:42:39.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Norman Greenbaum - Spirit inthe Sky</title><content type='html'>When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;When I lay me down to die&lt;br /&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Goin' up to the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;br /&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself you know it's a must&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have a friend in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So you know that when you die&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna recommend you&lt;br /&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Gonna recommend you&lt;br /&gt;To the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where you're gonna go when you die&lt;br /&gt;When you die and they lay you to rest&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been a sinner I never sinned&lt;br /&gt;I got a friend in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So you know that when I die&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna set me up with&lt;br /&gt;The spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna go when I die&lt;br /&gt;When I die and they lay me to rest&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to the place that's the best&lt;br /&gt;Go to the place that's the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-115652055991695563?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/115652055991695563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=115652055991695563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115652055991695563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115652055991695563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/08/norman-greenbaum-spirit-inthe-sky.html' title='Norman Greenbaum - Spirit inthe Sky'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-115647670992510376</id><published>2006-08-24T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:32:18.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>love I get so lost, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;days pass and this emptiness fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;when I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;I drive off in my car&lt;br /&gt;but whichever way I go&lt;br /&gt;I come back to the place you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my instincts, they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade, so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise, without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, I don't like to see so much pain&lt;br /&gt;so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired of working so hard for our survival&lt;br /&gt;I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my instincts, they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade, so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise, without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light,&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-115647670992510376?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/115647670992510376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=115647670992510376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115647670992510376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115647670992510376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/08/peter-gabriel-in-your-eyes.html' title='Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-115187952950399967</id><published>2006-07-02T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:32:09.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash - Help Me</title><content type='html'>Lord, Help me walk&lt;br /&gt;Another mile, just one more mile;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of walkin' all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Help me smile&lt;br /&gt;Another smile, just one more smile;&lt;br /&gt;You know I just can't make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I needed help before;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could get by - by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I just can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;With a humble heart, on bended knee,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin' You, please, Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down from Your golden&lt;br /&gt;And throne to me, to lowly me;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the touch of Your tender hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the chains of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, Lord let me see;&lt;br /&gt;Just where I fit into your master plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I needed help before;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could get by - by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I just can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;With a humble heart, on bended knee,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin' You, please, Help Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-115187952950399967?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/115187952950399967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=115187952950399967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115187952950399967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/115187952950399967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/07/johnny-cash-help-me.html' title='Johnny Cash - Help Me'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114787550272019319</id><published>2006-05-17T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:18:22.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Man - Shipoopi</title><content type='html'>Well, a woman who'll kiss on the very first date&lt;br /&gt; Is usually a hussy&lt;br /&gt; And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out&lt;br /&gt; Is anything but fussy&lt;br /&gt; But a woman who'll wait till the third time around&lt;br /&gt; Head in the clouds, feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt; She's the girl he's glad he's found&lt;br /&gt; She's his Shipoopi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shipoopi! Shipoopi, Shipoopi&lt;br /&gt; The girl who's hard to get!&lt;br /&gt; Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi&lt;br /&gt; But you can win her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walk her once just to raise the curtain&lt;br /&gt; Then you walk around twice and make for certain&lt;br /&gt; Once more in the flower garden&lt;br /&gt; She will never get sore if you beg her pardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do re me fa so la si&lt;br /&gt; Do si la sol fa mi re do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Squeeze her once, when she isn't lookin'&lt;br /&gt; If you get a squeeze back that's fancy cookin'&lt;br /&gt; Once more for a pepper-upper&lt;br /&gt; She will never get sore on her way to supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do re me fa sol la si&lt;br /&gt; Do si do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now little ol' Sal was a no-gal&lt;br /&gt; As anyone could see&lt;br /&gt; Lookit her now, she's a go-gal&lt;br /&gt; Who only goes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'&lt;br /&gt; If you get a squeeze back, that's fancy cookin'&lt;br /&gt; Once more for a pepper-upper&lt;br /&gt; She will never get sore on her way to supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do re me fa sol la si&lt;br /&gt; Do si do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi&lt;br /&gt; The girl who's hard to get&lt;br /&gt; Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi&lt;br /&gt; But you can win her yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shipoopi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114787550272019319?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114787550272019319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114787550272019319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114787550272019319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114787550272019319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-man-shipoopi.html' title='The Music Man - Shipoopi'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114679513969868988</id><published>2006-05-04T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:13:46.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey - Don't Stop Believin'</title><content type='html'>Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;She took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit&lt;br /&gt;He took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A singer in a smokey room&lt;br /&gt;A smell of wine and cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a smile they can share the night&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows searching in the night&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people, living just to find emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hiding, somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard to get my fill,&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Payin' anything to roll the dice,&lt;br /&gt;just one more time&lt;br /&gt;Some will win, some will lose&lt;br /&gt;Some were born to sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the movie never ends&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows searching in the night&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people, living just to find emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hiding, somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114679513969868988?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114679513969868988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114679513969868988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114679513969868988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114679513969868988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/05/journey-dont-stop-believin.html' title='Journey - Don&apos;t Stop Believin&apos;'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114532149876216854</id><published>2006-04-17T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:51:38.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan - With God on Our Side</title><content type='html'>Oh my name it is nothin'&lt;br /&gt;My age it means less&lt;br /&gt;The country I come from&lt;br /&gt;Is called the Midwest&lt;br /&gt;I's taught and brought up there&lt;br /&gt;The laws to abide&lt;br /&gt;And that land that I live in&lt;br /&gt;Has God on its side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the history books tell it&lt;br /&gt;They tell it so well&lt;br /&gt;The cavalries charged&lt;br /&gt;The Indians fell&lt;br /&gt;The cavalries charged&lt;br /&gt;The Indians died&lt;br /&gt;Oh the country was young&lt;br /&gt;With God on its side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Spanish-American&lt;br /&gt;War had its day&lt;br /&gt;And the Civil War too&lt;br /&gt;Was soon laid away&lt;br /&gt;And the names of the heroes&lt;br /&gt;I's made to memorize&lt;br /&gt;With guns in their hands&lt;br /&gt;And God on their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the First World War, boys&lt;br /&gt;It closed out its fate&lt;br /&gt;The reason for fighting&lt;br /&gt;I never got straight&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Accept it with pride&lt;br /&gt;For you don't count the dead&lt;br /&gt;When God's on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;Came to an end&lt;br /&gt;We forgave the Germans&lt;br /&gt;And we were friends&lt;br /&gt;Though they murdered six million&lt;br /&gt;In the ovens they fried&lt;br /&gt;The Germans now too&lt;br /&gt;Have God on their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to hate Russians&lt;br /&gt;All through my whole life&lt;br /&gt;If another war starts&lt;br /&gt;It's them we must fight&lt;br /&gt;To hate them and fear them&lt;br /&gt;To run and to hide&lt;br /&gt;And accept it all bravely&lt;br /&gt;With God on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we got weapons&lt;br /&gt;Of the chemical dust&lt;br /&gt;If fire them we're forced to&lt;br /&gt;Then fire them we must&lt;br /&gt;One push of the button&lt;br /&gt;And a shot the world wide&lt;br /&gt;And you never ask questions&lt;br /&gt;When God's on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a many dark hour&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' about this&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Was betrayed by a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But I can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to decide&lt;br /&gt;Whether Judas Iscariot&lt;br /&gt;Had God on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as I'm leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary as Hell&lt;br /&gt;The confusion I'm feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no tongue can tell&lt;br /&gt;The words fill my head&lt;br /&gt;And fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;If God's on our side&lt;br /&gt;He'll stop the next war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114532149876216854?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114532149876216854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114532149876216854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114532149876216854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114532149876216854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/04/bob-dylan-with-god-on-our-side.html' title='Bob Dylan - With God on Our Side'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114476856149415024</id><published>2006-04-11T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:16:01.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodney Crowell - I Walk the Line (Revisited)</title><content type='html'>Rodney Crowell;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on board that '49 Ford in 1956&lt;br /&gt;Long before the sun came up way out in the sticks&lt;br /&gt;The headlight showed a two rut roadway&lt;br /&gt;Back up in the pines&lt;br /&gt;First time I heard Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Sing I Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my thrill behind the wheel upon my daddys lap&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa rode co-pilot with a flashlight and a map&lt;br /&gt;Cane pole out the window it was in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;First time I heard Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Sing I Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a close watch on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;I keep my eyes wide open all the time&lt;br /&gt;I keep the ends out for the tie that binds&lt;br /&gt;Because you're mine, I Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget that day,I know the time and place,&lt;br /&gt;Sounded like the whole thing came right down from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;I still can see those headlights and that dashboard in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard Johnny Cash sing I walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very very easy to be true,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself alone when each day's through,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'll admit that I'm a fool for you,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're mine, I walk the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney Crowell;&lt;br /&gt;All these long years later it's still music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;I swear it sounds as good right now as anything I hear&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;I've heard Shakespear read real fine&lt;br /&gt;Just like hearing Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Sing I Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash;&lt;br /&gt;As sure as night is dark and day is light&lt;br /&gt;I keep you on my mind both day and night&lt;br /&gt;And happiness I've know proves that it's right&lt;br /&gt;Because you're mine, I Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're mine, I Walk The Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114476856149415024?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114476856149415024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114476856149415024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114476856149415024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114476856149415024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/04/rodney-crowell-i-walk-line-revisited.html' title='Rodney Crowell - I Walk the Line (Revisited)'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114452404120989878</id><published>2006-04-08T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:20:41.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Cass Elliot - Make Your Own Kind of Music</title><content type='html'>Nobody can tell ya&lt;br /&gt;There's only one song worth singing&lt;br /&gt;They may try and sell ya&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hangs them up&lt;br /&gt;To see someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own kind of music&lt;br /&gt;Sing your own special song&lt;br /&gt;Make your own kind music&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be nowhere&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest kind of lonely&lt;br /&gt;It may be rough going&lt;br /&gt;Just to do your thing is the hardest things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own kind of music&lt;br /&gt;Sing your own special song&lt;br /&gt;Make your own kind music&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you will not take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Then you must be going, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own kind of music&lt;br /&gt;Sing your own special song&lt;br /&gt;Make your own kind music&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own kind of music&lt;br /&gt;Sing your own special song&lt;br /&gt;Make your own kind music&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own kind of music&lt;br /&gt;Sing your own special song&lt;br /&gt;Make your own kind music&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Even if nobody else sings along&lt;br /&gt;If nobody else sings along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114452404120989878?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114452404120989878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114452404120989878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114452404120989878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114452404120989878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/04/mama-cass-elliot-make-your-own-kind-of.html' title='Mama Cass Elliot - Make Your Own Kind of Music'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-114356788080634164</id><published>2006-03-28T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:44:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Newman - You've Got a Friend in Me</title><content type='html'>You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;When the road looks rough ahead&lt;br /&gt;And you're miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;From your nice warm bed&lt;br /&gt;You just remember what your old pal said&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;If you've got troubles, I've got 'em too&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;We stick together and can see it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other folks might be&lt;br /&gt;A little bit smarter than I am&lt;br /&gt;Bigger and stronger too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;But none of them will ever love you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do, it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;Boy, and as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never die&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna see it's our destiny&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-114356788080634164?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/114356788080634164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=114356788080634164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114356788080634164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/114356788080634164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/03/randy-newman-youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='Randy Newman - You&apos;ve Got a Friend in Me'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113976311421254726</id><published>2006-02-12T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:51:54.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Lehrer - Who's Next?</title><content type='html'>First we got the bomb and that was good,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we love peace and motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;Then Russia got the bomb, but that's O.K.,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the balance of power's maintained that way!&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France got the bomb, but don't you grieve,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they're on our side (I believe).&lt;br /&gt;China got the bomb, but have no fears;&lt;br /&gt;They can't wipe us out for at least five years!&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Indonesia claimed that they&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna get one any day.&lt;br /&gt;South Africa wants two, that's right:&lt;br /&gt;One for the black and one for the white!&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt's gonna get one, too,&lt;br /&gt;Just to use on you know who.&lt;br /&gt;So Israel's getting tense,&lt;br /&gt;Wants one in self defense.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord's our shepherd," says the psalm,&lt;br /&gt;But just in case, we better get a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxembourg is next to go&lt;br /&gt;And, who knows, maybe Monaco.&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to stay serene and calm&lt;br /&gt;When Alabama gets the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;Who's next, who's next, who's next?&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113976311421254726?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113976311421254726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113976311421254726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113976311421254726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113976311421254726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/02/tom-lehrer-whos-next.html' title='Tom Lehrer - Who&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113961745096429734</id><published>2006-02-10T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:24:10.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfear - A Thousand Reasons</title><content type='html'>I've got a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;As I pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;From myself I'll be released&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it was a crime&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck about the system?&lt;br /&gt;Or the truth behind their lies&lt;br /&gt;There is creation in destruction&lt;br /&gt;And alone I'll cross that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. NO , not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, NO, I just don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;As I pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;From your lies I'll be released&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it was a crime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113961745096429734?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113961745096429734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113961745096429734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113961745096429734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113961745096429734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/02/disfear-thousand-reasons.html' title='Disfear - A Thousand Reasons'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113890169688632421</id><published>2006-02-02T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:34:56.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Least Likely To - Be Gentle With Me</title><content type='html'>Staring up into the solar system,&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are fixed up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sparkle for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Before I just fizzle out and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Scared of spiders, scared of flying.&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so happy,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be so scared of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just be gentle with me&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not as young as I was)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be gentle with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as brave as I fought&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart gets broken so easily.&lt;br /&gt;So just be gentle, be gentle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake, waiting like a target&lt;br /&gt;Listening for things I cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;Insects flutter up against my window.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the way they look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess I've always needed&lt;br /&gt;To be needed by someone.&lt;br /&gt;It's a comforting feeling&lt;br /&gt;Being under someone's thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just be gentle with me&lt;br /&gt;(And if I am ever mean)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be gentle with you&lt;br /&gt;I never mean to be mean&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to pick peaches off of a cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just be gentle with me&lt;br /&gt;(Troubled at some times)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be gentle with you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't switch myself off&lt;br /&gt;When I want to so I never do&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm mental, be gentle, be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113890169688632421?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113890169688632421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113890169688632421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113890169688632421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113890169688632421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/02/boy-least-likely-to-be-gentle-with-me.html' title='Boy Least Likely To - Be Gentle With Me'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113821456298796022</id><published>2006-01-25T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:42:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamite Hack - Anyway</title><content type='html'>you gotta be kidding me&lt;br /&gt;i'm through with you girl anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you i always do&lt;br /&gt;it's dumb but i want to anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are stuck in hell&lt;br /&gt;same old game we know it well&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;br /&gt;spark it up and numb me on and off again&lt;br /&gt;oh what the hell&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sittin' here have another beer&lt;br /&gt;i'm drunk but i want some anyway&lt;br /&gt;i just don't care enough about you&lt;br /&gt;so fuck you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are stuck in hell&lt;br /&gt;same old game we know it well&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;br /&gt;spark it up and numb me on and off again&lt;br /&gt;oh what the hell&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta be kidding me&lt;br /&gt;i'm through with you girl anyway&lt;br /&gt;too numb to know that i'm happy&lt;br /&gt;without you i'm better off anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't care enough about this to make the effort to show you&lt;br /&gt;that i care enough to try to get you back in bed with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are stuck in hell&lt;br /&gt;same old game we know it well&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;br /&gt;spark it up and numb me on and off again&lt;br /&gt;oh what the hell&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind...anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113821456298796022?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113821456298796022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113821456298796022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113821456298796022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113821456298796022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/01/dynamite-hack-anyway.html' title='Dynamite Hack - Anyway'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113682238865586973</id><published>2006-01-09T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T10:24:28.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL - Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>azy Sunday wake up in the late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;call Parnell just to see how he's doing&lt;br /&gt;hello what up pas! yo sandburg, whats rocking?&lt;br /&gt;you thinking what i'm thinking? narnia! then it's happening!&lt;br /&gt;But first, my hunger pangs are sticking like duct tape&lt;br /&gt;let's hit up magnolia and mack on some cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, that bakery's got all the bomb frosting.&lt;br /&gt;i love those cupcakes like mcadams loves gosling&lt;br /&gt;2 no 6 no 12, bakers dozen!&lt;br /&gt;i told you that i'm crazy for these cupcakes, cousin!&lt;br /&gt;yo wheres the movie playing? upper west side dude!&lt;br /&gt;let's hit up yahoo maps to find the dopest route.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer mapquest! that's a good one too.&lt;br /&gt;googlemaps is the best! true that! double true!&lt;br /&gt;68th and broadway step on it sucker!&lt;br /&gt;what you want to do chris? snack attack, motherfcuker!&lt;br /&gt;what the chronic(les!) of narnia!&lt;br /&gt;we love that chronic(les!) of narnia!&lt;br /&gt;pass that chronic(les!) of narnia!&lt;br /&gt;yo stop at the deli, the theatre is overpriced!&lt;br /&gt;you got that backpack? i'm going to pack it up nice.&lt;br /&gt;we don't want security to get suspicious!&lt;br /&gt;mr pibbs plus red vines equals crazy delicious.&lt;br /&gt;reach in my pocket and pull out some dough&lt;br /&gt;girl acted like she never seen a $10 before!&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the hamiltons baby&lt;br /&gt;throw the snacks in a bag and i'm ghost like swayze.&lt;br /&gt;roll up to the theate ticket buying what we're handling,&lt;br /&gt;Call us Aaron Burr from the way we're dropping hamiltons&lt;br /&gt;in our seats movie trivia is the illest!&lt;br /&gt;question: what friends star starred in a movie with bruce willis?&lt;br /&gt;we answered so fast it was scary:&lt;br /&gt;everyone stared at us when we screamed matthew perry!&lt;br /&gt;quiet in the theatre or else it'll get tragic&lt;br /&gt;we're about to be taken to a dream world of magic&lt;br /&gt;what the chronic(les!) of narnia! (repeats)&lt;br /&gt;we love that chronic(les!) of narnia!&lt;br /&gt;pass that chronic(les!) of narnia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113682238865586973?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113682238865586973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113682238865586973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113682238865586973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113682238865586973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2006/01/snl-lazy-sunday.html' title='SNL - Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113482999776754150</id><published>2005-12-17T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T09:33:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixies - Gigantic</title><content type='html'>And this I know&lt;br /&gt;His teeth as white as snow&lt;br /&gt;What a gas it was to see him&lt;br /&gt;Walk her every day&lt;br /&gt;Into a shady place&lt;br /&gt;With her lips she said&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Paul, Hey Paul, Hey Paul, let's have a ball  [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely legs there are&lt;br /&gt;What a big black mask&lt;br /&gt;What a hunk of love&lt;br /&gt;Walk her every day into a shady place &lt;br /&gt;He's like the dark, but I'd want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Paul, Hey Paul, Hey Paul, let's have a ball  [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic&lt;br /&gt;A big big love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113482999776754150?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113482999776754150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113482999776754150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113482999776754150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113482999776754150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/12/pixies-gigantic.html' title='Pixies - Gigantic'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113467638642221716</id><published>2005-12-15T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:53:06.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Audio Yearbook</title><content type='html'>01 The Mountain Goats - This Year&lt;br /&gt;02 Spoonboy - Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;03 Kimya Dawson - Lullaby for the Taken&lt;br /&gt;04 Great Big Sea - The River Driver&lt;br /&gt;05 Johnny Cash - I See a Darkness&lt;br /&gt;06 Minor Threat - Guilty Of Being White&lt;br /&gt;07 Disfear -  A Thousand Reasons&lt;br /&gt;08 The Weakerthans - A New Name for Everything&lt;br /&gt;09 Roger McGuinn -  Ballad of Easy Rider&lt;br /&gt;10 The Pubes - Robot Girl&lt;br /&gt;11 The Kung Fu Monkeys - Candy Shoppe&lt;br /&gt;12 The Smirk - Cell Phoney&lt;br /&gt;13 The Knights of the New Crusade - Ain't No Monkeys in My Family Tree&lt;br /&gt;14 Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;15 Theo Zumm - Times Change but We're Mostly the Same&lt;br /&gt;16 Saw Wheel - Rocking Chair&lt;br /&gt;17 Weezer - My Name Is Jonas&lt;br /&gt;18 Matty Pop chart - For Erin&lt;br /&gt;19 Jerk Off Jack Off Frig Face - Life Is A Cowboy Hat&lt;br /&gt;20 Muppets - We Got Us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113467638642221716?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113467638642221716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113467638642221716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113467638642221716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113467638642221716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-audio-yearbook.html' title='2005 Audio Yearbook'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113390351145217265</id><published>2005-12-06T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:11:51.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash - I Got Stripes</title><content type='html'>On A Monday I Was Ar-rested (Uh Huh)&lt;br /&gt;On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail (Oh Boy)&lt;br /&gt;On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested&lt;br /&gt;On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me&lt;br /&gt;On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File&lt;br /&gt;On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary&lt;br /&gt;On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet&lt;br /&gt;I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113390351145217265?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113390351145217265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113390351145217265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113390351145217265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113390351145217265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/12/johnny-cash-i-got-stripes.html' title='Johnny Cash - I Got Stripes'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113380372493607277</id><published>2005-12-05T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:47:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piece That Fits by Patty</title><content type='html'>01. Alas Babylon - Ghost Mice&lt;br /&gt;02. Fair Friend - Abe Froman&lt;br /&gt;03. We Did It All For Don - Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;04. Landed - Bne Folds&lt;br /&gt;05. Begin - Ben Lee&lt;br /&gt;06. Changes - David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;07. I Was a Kaleidoscope - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;08. I Need Some Sleep - Eels&lt;br /&gt;09. If You See Natalie - Eels&lt;br /&gt;10. Tired Of Sex - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;11. My Heroes - Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;12. My Bedroom Is Like For Artists - Latterman&lt;br /&gt;13. Let's Think About What Happened - Lemuria&lt;br /&gt;14. For Chris - Matty Pop Chart&lt;br /&gt;15. The Mess Inside - The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;16. You Can Almost Hold It In Your Hands - Rosa&lt;br /&gt;17. Svefn-g-Englar - Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;18. The Piece That Fits - Madeline Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113380372493607277?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113380372493607277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113380372493607277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113380372493607277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113380372493607277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/12/piece-that-fits-by-patty.html' title='The Piece That Fits by Patty'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113330510817107170</id><published>2005-11-29T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:58:40.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloodhound Gand - Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>We are "cop rock" we are screech&lt;br /&gt;We are z. cavaricci&lt;br /&gt;We are laser removed&lt;br /&gt;Tasmanian devil tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are third string we are puck&lt;br /&gt;We are special people's club&lt;br /&gt;We are the half shirts with&lt;br /&gt;Irreverent spring break top ten lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are munsoned we are squat&lt;br /&gt;We are flashing twelve o'clock&lt;br /&gt;We are spread out butt cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Pulled apart so just the air leaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are "ishtar" we are tab&lt;br /&gt;We are no right turn on red&lt;br /&gt;We are the moustaches&lt;br /&gt;The beatles grew when they dropped acid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the heart dotting "i"&lt;br /&gt;In the word "apologize"&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled drunk on a postcard&lt;br /&gt;Sent from somewhere volcanoes are&lt;br /&gt;I am the heart with no name&lt;br /&gt;Airbrushed on the license plate&lt;br /&gt;Of a subaru that was&lt;br /&gt;Registered in pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;We are zima we are barf&lt;br /&gt;We are cinderblock yard art&lt;br /&gt;We are baldwin brothers&lt;br /&gt;Not the good one but the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are amway we are shemp&lt;br /&gt;We are sir david of brent&lt;br /&gt;We are the queef after&lt;br /&gt;A porn star breaks the gang bang record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the heart dotting "i"&lt;br /&gt;In the word "apologize"&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled drunk on a postcard&lt;br /&gt;Sent from somewhere volcanoes are&lt;br /&gt;I am the heart with no name&lt;br /&gt;Airbrushed on the license plate&lt;br /&gt;Of a subaru that was&lt;br /&gt;Registered in pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what a wawa is girl?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what a wawa is?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what a wawa is girl?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what a wawa is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a state of p fuckin' a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113330510817107170?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113330510817107170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113330510817107170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113330510817107170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113330510817107170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloodhound-gand-pennsylvania.html' title='The Bloodhound Gand - Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113207285877853099</id><published>2005-11-15T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:45:34.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big Sea - The River Driver</title><content type='html'>I was just the age of sixteen&lt;br /&gt;When I first went on the drive&lt;br /&gt;After six months hard labour&lt;br /&gt;At home I did arrive&lt;br /&gt;And courted with a pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;'Twas her caused me to roam&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat when I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll drink when I am dry&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk whenever I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Get sober by and by&lt;br /&gt;And if the river don't drown me&lt;br /&gt;It's down I'll need to roam&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll build a lonesome castle&lt;br /&gt;Upon some mountain high&lt;br /&gt;Where she can sit an view me&lt;br /&gt;As I go passin' by&lt;br /&gt;Where she can sit an view me&lt;br /&gt;As I go marchin' on&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat when I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll drink when I am dry&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk whenever I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Get sober by and by&lt;br /&gt;And if the river don't drown me&lt;br /&gt;It's down I'll need to roam&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am old and feeble&lt;br /&gt;And in my sickness lie&lt;br /&gt;Just wrap me up in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;And lay me down to die&lt;br /&gt;Just get a little bluebird&lt;br /&gt;To sing for me alone&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat when I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll drink when I am dry&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk whenever I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Get sober by and by&lt;br /&gt;And if the river don't drown me&lt;br /&gt;It's down I'll need to roam&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat when I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll drink when I am dry&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk whenever I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Get sober by and by&lt;br /&gt;And if the river don't drown me&lt;br /&gt;It's down I'll need to roam&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a River Driver and I'm far away from home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113207285877853099?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113207285877853099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113207285877853099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113207285877853099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113207285877853099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-big-sea-river-driver.html' title='Great Big Sea - The River Driver'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113164360207407470</id><published>2005-11-10T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:26:42.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George Moshtington - You Don't Care About the Scene</title><content type='html'>You dont care about the scene,&lt;br /&gt;you just care about beeing seen!!!&lt;br /&gt;your leather jacket looks pretty cool in the summer&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad you're a total bummer&lt;br /&gt;you got one for each season&lt;br /&gt;please tell me what's the reason&lt;br /&gt;all that money and time you spend on fashion&lt;br /&gt;could go to good but you got no passion&lt;br /&gt;next time you want to whine about society&lt;br /&gt;and how your parents keep you down&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should look in the mirror and put the 40 down!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113164360207407470?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113164360207407470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113164360207407470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113164360207407470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113164360207407470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-moshtington-you-dont-care-about.html' title='George Moshtington - You Don&apos;t Care About the Scene'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113137364844798015</id><published>2005-11-07T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:27:28.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimya Dawson - Lullaby for the Taken</title><content type='html'>Bombs are dropping, smoke fills the air&lt;br /&gt;I wanna duck and cover, but I've gotta stay out here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know myself, and if I hole up in my room&lt;br /&gt;I'll be consumed by the doom and the gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called John, cause I know he knows sorrow&lt;br /&gt;He said "I'll be in the city tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;So I go down and I watch him sing&lt;br /&gt;And the way he sings sends a chill right through me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there's a mountain goat&lt;br /&gt;Precariously balanced on the frog stuck in my throat&lt;br /&gt;It says "Sometimes whispering's okay&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you'd feel better, if you screamed today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady took the baby&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the baby&lt;br /&gt;But the baby has a daddy&lt;br /&gt;And his daddy loves him too&lt;br /&gt;How could she take the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;She won't share, it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady took the baby&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the baby&lt;br /&gt;But the baby has a daddy&lt;br /&gt;And his daddy loves him too&lt;br /&gt;How could she take the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;She won't share, it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night Grandma curled up in my bed&lt;br /&gt;By Wednesday morning my grandma was dead&lt;br /&gt;I was in Charlotte, I took the bus home&lt;br /&gt;Her shoes, watch, and teeth were still in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I felt her spirit rise up through me&lt;br /&gt;She said "I got to live a long eighty six years&lt;br /&gt;Dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard, but please let go&lt;br /&gt;So I can meet your grandpa in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;Chin up girl, you've gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And know when you're singing I'm singing along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady took the baby&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the baby&lt;br /&gt;But the baby has a daddy&lt;br /&gt;And his daddy loves him too&lt;br /&gt;How could she take the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;She won't share, it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady took the baby&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the baby&lt;br /&gt;But the baby has a daddy&lt;br /&gt;And his daddy loves him too&lt;br /&gt;How could she take the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;She won't share, it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bitty baby so far away&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you can come home soon&lt;br /&gt;When we're not together, now or ever&lt;br /&gt;Always remember I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bitty baby so far away&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you can come home soon&lt;br /&gt;When we're not together, now or ever&lt;br /&gt;Always remember I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113137364844798015?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113137364844798015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113137364844798015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113137364844798015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113137364844798015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/kimya-dawson-lullaby-for-taken.html' title='Kimya Dawson - Lullaby for the Taken'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113129026289889909</id><published>2005-11-06T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:17:42.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Black - The Modern Age</title><content type='html'>Well I found a road and off I sped&lt;br /&gt;I met a man with no little toe and a real big head&lt;br /&gt;Though I did not speak somehow I said&lt;br /&gt;Where are you from? He said the modern age&lt;br /&gt;And where are you from? I said the modern age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shore by the sea that was still lathering&lt;br /&gt;I met a man in the business of hunting and gathering&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we understood each other’s blathering&lt;br /&gt;And he said where are you from? I said the modern age&lt;br /&gt;And where are you from? He said the modern age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at a light in my car&lt;br /&gt;I asked the next car how they are&lt;br /&gt;They say that we are fine and how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I say that I am fine and thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling fine in the modern age&lt;br /&gt;Driving around in the modern age&lt;br /&gt;Driving around in the modern age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113129026289889909?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113129026289889909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113129026289889909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113129026289889909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113129026289889909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/frank-black-modern-age.html' title='Frank Black - The Modern Age'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113112851544068949</id><published>2005-11-04T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:21:55.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin - Halfway Down the Stairs</title><content type='html'>Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any other stair quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the stair where I always stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.&lt;br /&gt;And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any other stair quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the stair where I always stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113112851544068949?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113112851544068949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Johnny Cash - Would You Lay with Me (In a Field of Stone)</title><content type='html'>Would you lay with me in a field of stone&lt;br /&gt;If my needs were strong would you lay with me&lt;br /&gt;Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour if my lips were dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go away to another land&lt;br /&gt;Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the blood away from my dieing hand&lt;br /&gt;If i gave my self to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you bathe me with me in the stream of life&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is full would you bathe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me when i'm down and out&lt;br /&gt;In my time of trials will you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go away to another land&lt;br /&gt;Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the blood away from my dieing hand&lt;br /&gt;If i gave my self to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you lay with me in a field of stone&lt;br /&gt;If my needs were strong would you lay with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113110866459572948?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113110866459572948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113110866459572948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113110866459572948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113110866459572948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/11/johnny-cash-would-you-lay-with-me-in.html' title='Johnny Cash - Would You Lay with Me (In a Field of Stone)'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-113047197498694724</id><published>2005-10-27T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:59:34.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain Goats - This Year</title><content type='html'>I broke free on a saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;I put the pedal too the floor&lt;br /&gt;headed north on mills ave&lt;br /&gt;and listened to the engine roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my broken house behind me&lt;br /&gt;and good things ahead&lt;br /&gt;a girl named cathey&lt;br /&gt;wants a little of my time&lt;br /&gt;six cylinders underneathe the hood&lt;br /&gt;crashing and kicking&lt;br /&gt;aha!&lt;br /&gt;isten to the engine wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played video games in a drunken haze&lt;br /&gt;i was seventeen years yound&lt;br /&gt;hurt my knuckles punching the machines&lt;br /&gt;the taste of scotch rich on my toung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cathey showed up&lt;br /&gt;and we hung out&lt;br /&gt;trading swigs from a bottle&lt;br /&gt;all bitter and clean&lt;br /&gt;locking eyes&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;br /&gt;twin high matinence machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove home in the califonia dusk&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the alcahol inside of me hum&lt;br /&gt;pictured the look on my stepfather's face&lt;br /&gt;ready for the bad things to come&lt;br /&gt;i down shifted&lt;br /&gt;as i pulled into the driveway&lt;br /&gt;the motor screeming out&lt;br /&gt;stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;the scene ends baddly&lt;br /&gt;as you might imagine&lt;br /&gt;in a cavalcade of anger and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be feasting and dancing&lt;br /&gt;in jurusalem next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113047197498694724?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113047197498694724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113047197498694724' title='0 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/&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every little thing&lt;br /&gt;As if it happened only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Parking by the lake&lt;br /&gt;And there was not another car in sight&lt;br /&gt;And I never had a girl&lt;br /&gt;Looking any better than you did&lt;br /&gt;And all the kids at school&lt;br /&gt;They were wishing they were me that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now our bodies are oh so close and tight&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so good, it never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a&lt;br /&gt;Knife&lt;br /&gt;Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife&lt;br /&gt;C’mon! hold on tight!&lt;br /&gt;C’mon! hold on tight!&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night&lt;br /&gt;I can see paradise by the dashboard light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;We were doubly blessed&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were barely seventeen&lt;br /&gt;And we were barely dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;Baby got to go and shout it&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;We were doubly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were barely seventeen&lt;br /&gt;And we were barely dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby doncha hear my heart&lt;br /&gt;You got it drowning out the radio&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waitin so long&lt;br /&gt;For you to come along and have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta let ya know&lt;br /&gt;No you’re never gonna regret it&lt;br /&gt;So open up your eyes I got a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;It’ll feel all right&lt;br /&gt;Well I wanna make your motor run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now our bodies are oh so close and tight&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so good, it never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a&lt;br /&gt;Knife&lt;br /&gt;Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife&lt;br /&gt;C’mon! hold on tight!&lt;br /&gt;C’mon! hold on tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night&lt;br /&gt;I can see paradise by the dashboard light&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night&lt;br /&gt;Paradise by the dashboard light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to do what you can&lt;br /&gt;And let mother nature do the rest&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;We were doubly blessed&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were barely seventeen&lt;br /&gt;And we were barely --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight’s the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight’s the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight’s the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna go all the way tonight’s the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio broadcast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going&lt;br /&gt;Here, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, there’s the wind-up,&lt;br /&gt;And there it is, a line shot up the middle, look at him go. this boy can really&lt;br /&gt;Fly! he’s rounding first and really turning it on now, he’s not letting up at&lt;br /&gt;All, he’s gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here&lt;br /&gt;Comes the throw, and what a throw! he’s gonna slide in head first, here he&lt;br /&gt;Comes, he’s out! no, wait, safe - safe at second base, this kid really makes&lt;br /&gt;Things happen out there. batter steps up to the plate here’s the pitch - he’s&lt;br /&gt;Going, and what a jump he’s got, he’s trying for third, here’s the throw, its&lt;br /&gt;In the dirt - safe at third! holy cow, stolen base! he’s taking a pretty big&lt;br /&gt;Lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. the pitcher glances&lt;br /&gt;Over, winds up, and it bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze is on! here he comes, squeeze play, it’s gonna be close, here’s the&lt;br /&gt;Throw, here’s th&lt;br /&gt;E play at the plate, holy cow, I think he’s gonna make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii. let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now!&lt;br /&gt;Before we go any further --!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you never leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me away and will you make me your&lt;br /&gt;Wife?&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you never leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me away and will you make me your&lt;br /&gt;Wife?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now&lt;br /&gt;Before we go any further&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me !!!?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever !!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you an answer in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you an answer in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you an answer in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now!&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you never leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me away and will you make me your&lt;br /&gt;Wife?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now!&lt;br /&gt;Before we go any further&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s it gonna be boy?&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I can wait all night&lt;br /&gt;What’s it gonna be boy yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;What’s it gonna be boy yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give you an answer in the morning&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you never leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it I’ll give you an answer in the morning!! morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you in the morning!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me away, will you make me your wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know right now&lt;br /&gt;Before we go any further&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iii. praying for the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I was crazed&lt;br /&gt;And when the feeling came upon me&lt;br /&gt;Like a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;I started swearing to my God and on my mother’s&lt;br /&gt;Grave&lt;br /&gt;That I would love you to the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I swore that I would love you to the end of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m praying for the end of time&lt;br /&gt;To hurry up and arrive&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that I can really survive&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never break my promise or forget my vow&lt;br /&gt;But God only knows what I can do right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m praying for the end of time&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time&lt;br /&gt;With you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long ago and it was far away&lt;br /&gt;And it was so much better than it is today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so good&lt;br /&gt;It never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;And we were glowing like&lt;br /&gt;A metal on the edge of a knife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-113020948980060410?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/113020948980060410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=113020948980060410' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113020948980060410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/113020948980060410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/10/meatloaf-paradise-by-dashboard-light.html' title='Meatloaf - Paradise by Dashboard Light'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112785125103513295</id><published>2005-09-27T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:00:51.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Animals - We Gotta Get Out of this Place</title><content type='html'>In this dirty old part of the city&lt;br /&gt; Where the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt; People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now my girl you're so young and pretty&lt;br /&gt; And one thing I know is true&lt;br /&gt; You'll be dead before your time is due, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'&lt;br /&gt; Watched his hair been turnin' grey&lt;br /&gt; He's been workin' and slavin' his life away&lt;br /&gt; Oh yes I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) Every night and day&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; If it's the last thing we ever do&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; 'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now my girl you're so young and pretty&lt;br /&gt; And one thing I know is true, yeah&lt;br /&gt; You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'&lt;br /&gt; Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah&lt;br /&gt; He's been workin' and slavin' his life away&lt;br /&gt; I know he's been workin' so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) Every day baby&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah!) Whoa!&lt;br /&gt; (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; If it's the last thing we ever do&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; Girl, there's a better life for me and you&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere baby, somehow I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; If it's the last thing we ever do&lt;br /&gt; We gotta get out of this place&lt;br /&gt; Girl, there's a better life for me and you&lt;br /&gt; Believe me baby&lt;br /&gt; I know it baby&lt;br /&gt; You know it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112785125103513295?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112785125103513295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112785125103513295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112785125103513295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112785125103513295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/animals-we-gotta-get-out-of-this-place.html' title='The Animals - We Gotta Get Out of this Place'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112777641312414926</id><published>2005-09-26T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:13:33.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Who - We're Not Gonna Take It</title><content type='html'>Tommy: Welcome to the Camp,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you all know why we're here.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Tommy&lt;br /&gt;and I became aware this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to follow me,&lt;br /&gt;you've got to play pinball.&lt;br /&gt;And put in your earplugs&lt;br /&gt;put on your eyeshades&lt;br /&gt;you know where to put the cork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you getting drunk, so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I've got you sussed.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you smoking Mother Nature!&lt;br /&gt;This is a bust!&lt;br /&gt;Hey hung up old Mr. Normal,&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to gain my trust!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you ain't gonna follow me any of those ways&lt;br /&gt;Although you think you must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests:&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Never did and never will&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna break it, gonna shake it,&lt;br /&gt;let's forget it better still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Now you can't hear me,&lt;br /&gt;your ears are truly sealed.&lt;br /&gt;You can't speak either,&lt;br /&gt;your mouth is filled.&lt;br /&gt;You can't see nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and pinball completes the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Uncle Ernie to guide you to&lt;br /&gt;Your very own machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests:&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;Never did and never will&lt;br /&gt;Don't want no religion&lt;br /&gt;And as far as we can tell&lt;br /&gt;We ain't gonna take you&lt;br /&gt;Never did and never will&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna take you&lt;br /&gt;We forsake you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rape you&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget you better still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:&lt;br /&gt;See me.&lt;br /&gt;Feel me.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me.&lt;br /&gt;Heal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the music.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Following you,&lt;br /&gt;I climb the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I get excitement at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the millions.&lt;br /&gt;On you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the glory.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get opinions.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the music.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Following you,&lt;br /&gt;I climb the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I get excitement at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the millions.&lt;br /&gt;On you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the glory.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get opinions.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the music.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Following you,&lt;br /&gt;I climb the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I get excitement at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FADE:)&lt;br /&gt;Right behind you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the millions.&lt;br /&gt;On you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the glory.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get opinions.&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;I get the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112777641312414926?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112777641312414926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112777641312414926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112777641312414926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112777641312414926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-were-not-gonna-take-it.html' title='The Who - We&apos;re Not Gonna Take It'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112697844568764577</id><published>2005-09-17T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:34:05.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Monkeys - Candy Shoppe</title><content type='html'>There'll be lovin' and huggin' and kissin' non-stop&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the candy shoppe&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate malk shakes and a rockin' juke box&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the candy shoppe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy's sweet it's true&lt;br /&gt;But not as sweet as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be lovin' and huggin' and kissin' non-stop&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the candy shoppe&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate malk shakes and a rockin' juke box&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the candy shoppe&lt;br /&gt;When you meet me at the (meet him at the)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the candy shoppe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112697844568764577?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112697844568764577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112697844568764577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112697844568764577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112697844568764577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/kung-fu-monkeys-candy-shoppe.html' title='Kung Fu Monkeys - Candy Shoppe'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112697562745581716</id><published>2005-09-17T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:47:07.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckboyz - Rock N' Roll Problem</title><content type='html'>I've got a girlfriend and it's alright&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we get along and sometimes we fight&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think I dig her but I'm not really sure&lt;br /&gt;if she's different from the others or she's just another whore&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean when she says she's in love?&lt;br /&gt;does it mean I'm the only one?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a girlfriend and it's OK, but I know it won't stay that way&lt;br /&gt;I've got a guitar that won't stay in tune&lt;br /&gt;I've got a car that won't run and a cool tattoo&lt;br /&gt;some people think I'm stupid and some people think I'm not&lt;br /&gt;some people want to meet me in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;gabba gabba hey let's make a bomb&lt;br /&gt;will you suck me up if I play you this song?&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me when I'm dead if I take this guitar and smash your head?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock 'n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock 'n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;from the high schools to the bars&lt;br /&gt;we play our guitars&lt;br /&gt;get blow jobs in our cars&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna spread our disease&lt;br /&gt;from seas to shining sea&lt;br /&gt;my picture on TV&lt;br /&gt;screamin' "hey mom look at me"&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I am going to straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;(mad rock solo)&lt;br /&gt;goin' out this weekend, I'm never comin back&lt;br /&gt;spend all my money on alcohol and spray paint, and paint this city black&lt;br /&gt;steal a car and drive to the worlds end and jump right in the sea&lt;br /&gt;gonna talk to the fish and ask them if Elvis was a suicide&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean when I say I'm in love? does it mean anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a girlfriend and it's alright, we get real drunk and scream all night&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;I am going to straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rock n roll problem&lt;br /&gt;if I leave here tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112697562745581716?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112697562745581716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112697562745581716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112697562745581716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112697562745581716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuckboyz-rock-n-roll-problem.html' title='Fuckboyz - Rock N&apos; Roll Problem'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112696173141941653</id><published>2005-09-17T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:55:31.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash - Redemption</title><content type='html'>From the hands it came down&lt;br /&gt; From the side it came down&lt;br /&gt; From the feet it came down&lt;br /&gt; And ran to the ground&lt;br /&gt; Between heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt; A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew&lt;br /&gt; The tree of life grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the blood gave life&lt;br /&gt; To the branches of the tree&lt;br /&gt; And the blood was the price&lt;br /&gt; That set the captives free&lt;br /&gt; And the numbers that came&lt;br /&gt; Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree&lt;br /&gt; And were redeemed by the blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the tree streamed a light&lt;br /&gt; That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine&lt;br /&gt; On whose fruit I could dine&lt;br /&gt; My old friend Lucifer came&lt;br /&gt; Fought to keep me in chains&lt;br /&gt; But I saw through the tricks&lt;br /&gt; Of six-sixty-six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the blood gave life&lt;br /&gt; To the branches of the tree&lt;br /&gt; And the blood was the price&lt;br /&gt; That set the captives free&lt;br /&gt; And the numbers that came&lt;br /&gt; Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree&lt;br /&gt; And were redeemed by the blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From his hands it came down&lt;br /&gt; From his side it came down&lt;br /&gt; From his feet it came down&lt;br /&gt; And ran to the ground&lt;br /&gt; And a small inner voice Said "You do have a choice."&lt;br /&gt; The vine engrafted me&lt;br /&gt; And I clung to the tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112696173141941653?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112696173141941653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112696173141941653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112696173141941653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112696173141941653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/johnny-cash-redemption.html' title='Johnny Cash - Redemption'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112675060242271466</id><published>2005-09-14T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:16:42.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell&lt;br /&gt;What I felt&lt;br /&gt;I was unrecognizable to myself&lt;br /&gt;I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;My own face&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother are you gonna leave me&lt;br /&gt;Wastin´away&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone&lt;br /&gt;I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone&lt;br /&gt;At night I could hear the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Black and whispering as the rain&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no angel gonna greet me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just you and I my friend&lt;br /&gt;My clothes don’t fit me no more&lt;br /&gt;I walked a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Just to slip the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night has fallen, I’m lyin’awake&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself fading away&lt;br /&gt;So receive me brother with your faithless kiss&lt;br /&gt;Or will we leave each other alone like this&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of philadelphia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112675060242271466?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112675060242271466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112675060242271466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112675060242271466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112675060242271466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/bruce-springsteen-streets-of.html' title='Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112662048931105708</id><published>2005-09-13T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:08:09.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Surf - Blizzard of '77</title><content type='html'>in blizzard of ’77&lt;br /&gt; the cars were just lumps on the snow&lt;br /&gt; and then later&lt;br /&gt; tripping in 7-11&lt;br /&gt; the shelves were stretching out of control&lt;br /&gt; on a plane ride&lt;br /&gt; the more it shakes&lt;br /&gt; the more i have to let go&lt;br /&gt; now the signals&lt;br /&gt; still getting all mixed up&lt;br /&gt; we’re always doing damage control&lt;br /&gt; but in the middle of the night i worry&lt;br /&gt; it’s blurry even without light&lt;br /&gt; i know i have got a negative edge&lt;br /&gt; that’s why i sharpen all the others a lot&lt;br /&gt; it’s like flowers or ladybugs&lt;br /&gt; pretty weeds or red beetles with dots&lt;br /&gt; (chorus)&lt;br /&gt; i miss you more than i knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112662048931105708?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112662048931105708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112662048931105708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112662048931105708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112662048931105708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/nada-surf-blizzard-of-77.html' title='Nada Surf - Blizzard of &apos;77'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112641142676456832</id><published>2005-09-11T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:03:46.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrance and Phillip - Uncle Fucker</title><content type='html'>Terrance: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka&lt;br /&gt;You're a cock sucking ass licking uncle fucka&lt;br /&gt;You're an uncle fucka, yes its true&lt;br /&gt;Nobody fucks uncles quite like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucka&lt;br /&gt;You dont eat or sleep or mow the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;You just fuck your uncle all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(farting noises)&lt;br /&gt;Terrance: Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;(farting noises)&lt;br /&gt;(laughing)&lt;br /&gt;(farting noises)&lt;br /&gt;Some Guy: What's going on here?&lt;br /&gt;(farting noises)&lt;br /&gt;People: OOOoooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Fucker fucker uncle fucka uncle fucka fucka fucka fucka&lt;br /&gt;T &amp; P: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka (Terrance: uncle fucka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrance: You're a boner biting bastard uncle fucka&lt;br /&gt;Phillip: You're an uncle fucka I must say&lt;br /&gt;Terrance: Well you fucked your uncle yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;People: Uncle fucka... thats&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: U-N-C-L-E fuck you Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Fuckaaaaaa tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip:Suck my balls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112641142676456832?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112641142676456832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112641142676456832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112641142676456832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112641142676456832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrance-and-phillip-uncle-fucker.html' title='Terrance and Phillip - Uncle Fucker'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112640369563802937</id><published>2005-09-10T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:54:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weezer - My Name Is Jonas</title><content type='html'>My name is Jonas&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you've shown us&lt;br /&gt;But this if how we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come sit next to me&lt;br /&gt;Pour yourself some tea&lt;br /&gt;Just like grandma made&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't find sleep&lt;br /&gt;Things were better then&lt;br /&gt;Once but never again&lt;br /&gt;We've all left the den&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choo-choo train left right on time&lt;br /&gt;A ticket cost only your mind&lt;br /&gt;The driver said "hey man, we go all the way"&lt;br /&gt;Of course we were willing to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is wepeel&lt;br /&gt;I gotta box full or your toys&lt;br /&gt;They're fresh out of batteries&lt;br /&gt;But they're still makin' noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Now the tank is dry&lt;br /&gt;Now the wheel is flat&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I received&lt;br /&gt;In the mail today&lt;br /&gt;Words of deep concern&lt;br /&gt;From my little brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building's not goin' as it's planned&lt;br /&gt;The foreman has injured his hand&lt;br /&gt;The dozer will not clear its path&lt;br /&gt;The driver swears he learned his math&lt;br /&gt;The workers are goin' Home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112640369563802937?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112640369563802937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112640369563802937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112640369563802937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112640369563802937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/weezer-my-name-is-jonas.html' title='Weezer - My Name Is Jonas'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112614095906106497</id><published>2005-09-07T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:55:59.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Threat - Guilty of Being White</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For something I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;Lynched somebody&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know who&lt;br /&gt;You blame me for slavery&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years before I was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY OF BEING WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a convict&lt;br /&gt;Of a racist crime&lt;br /&gt;I've only served&lt;br /&gt;19 years of my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY OF BEING WHITE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112614095906106497?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112614095906106497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112614095906106497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112614095906106497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112614095906106497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/minor-threat-guilty-of-being-white.html' title='Minor Threat - Guilty of Being White'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112567900485552911</id><published>2005-09-02T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:22:29.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Otis Day and the Knights - Shout</title><content type='html'>Well.....................&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me want to (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Kick my heels up and (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hands up and (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my head back and (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Come on now (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to say you will&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to say-yay-ay-ay-ay (SAY YOU WILL)&lt;br /&gt;Say it right now baby (SAY YOU WILL)&lt;br /&gt;Come On, Come On (SAY YOU WILL)&lt;br /&gt;Say that a youoooo (SAY YOU WILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SAY) Say that you love me (SAY) Say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;(SAY) Say that you want me (SAY) You wanna please me (SAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now (SAY) 3X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, when you used to be 9 years old, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool for you from the bottom of my soul, yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;And now that you've grown up , and old enough to know yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;You want to leave me-You want to let me go-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, I said I want you to now right now&lt;br /&gt;You've been good to me baby, Better than I've been to myself, hey-hey&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever leave me, I don't want nobody else hey hey&lt;br /&gt;I said I want you to know, I said I want you to know right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me want to (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah-Yeah, yeah, yeah alright alright&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, Come on now yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh all right, Oh all right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute- I feel a~l~l~l~l~l~l~l right-&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got my woman- I feel -hey -a~l~l~l~l~l~l~l right-&lt;br /&gt;you been so good to me, you been so good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you make me want to (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Lift my hands up and (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hands back and (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, Come on now (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, Come on now (SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy(SHOUT),Take it easy(SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy(SHOUT),Take it easy(SHOUT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit softer now ..&lt;br /&gt;A little bit louder now ....&lt;br /&gt;A little bit louder now...&lt;br /&gt;A little bit louder now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EY HEY YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit louder now...A little bit louder now...&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and shout it now, Jump up and shout it now&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and shout it now, Jump up and shout it now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112567900485552911?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112567900485552911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112567900485552911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112567900485552911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112567900485552911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/otis-day-and-knights-shout.html' title='Otis Day and the Knights - Shout'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112566329724563691</id><published>2005-09-02T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:14:57.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorhead - Ace of Spades</title><content type='html'>If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,&lt;br /&gt;You win some, lose some, all the same to me,&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,&lt;br /&gt;I don't share your greed, the only card I need is&lt;br /&gt;The Ace Of Spades&lt;br /&gt;Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,&lt;br /&gt;Going with the flow, it's all the same to me,&lt;br /&gt;Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,&lt;br /&gt;Double up or quit, double stake or split,&lt;br /&gt;The Ace Of Spades&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way I like it baby,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live for ever,&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the joker!&lt;br /&gt;Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;The Ace Of Spades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112566329724563691?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112566329724563691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112566329724563691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112566329724563691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112566329724563691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/09/motorhead-ace-of-spades.html' title='Motorhead - Ace of Spades'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112536611048657383</id><published>2005-08-29T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:41:50.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Denver - Thank God I'm a Country Boy</title><content type='html'>Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back&lt;br /&gt;Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack&lt;br /&gt;It's early to rise, early in the sack&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I'm A Country Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm&lt;br /&gt;A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm&lt;br /&gt;My days are all filled with an easy country charm&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low&lt;br /&gt;I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow&lt;br /&gt;The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good&lt;br /&gt;So I fiddle when I can, work when I should&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm A country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels&lt;br /&gt;I never was one of them money hungry fools&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine&lt;br /&gt;A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen&lt;br /&gt;Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died&lt;br /&gt;And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side&lt;br /&gt;He said...'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride&lt;br /&gt;And thank God you're a country boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to love and how to give just a little&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a country boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112536611048657383?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112536611048657383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112536611048657383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112536611048657383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112536611048657383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/08/john-denver-thank-god-im-country-boy.html' title='John Denver - Thank God I&apos;m a Country Boy'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-112527156391179660</id><published>2005-08-28T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:26:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly you just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my mountain top,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my peak.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as everything,&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,&lt;br /&gt;I'd put you in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a life completely.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff it in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;She said, Money is like us in time,&lt;br /&gt;It lies, but can't stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Down for you is up."&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good what we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do it once again.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are married,&lt;br /&gt;Only proves, you're my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But it's truly, truly a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-112527156391179660?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/112527156391179660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=112527156391179660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112527156391179660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/112527156391179660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/08/velvet-underground-pale-blue-eyes.html' title='The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111987939763030583</id><published>2005-06-27T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:36:37.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawrence Arms - 100 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Where hav I been all your life?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.&lt;br /&gt;Another year will pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try not to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll live like I've never lived before,&lt;br /&gt;this is my year for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid clumsy story.&lt;br /&gt;More accidental aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;Another explosion of silence.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try to only listen to myself.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try not to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll live like I've never lived before,&lt;br /&gt;this is my year for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;As midnight clocks are singing,&lt;br /&gt;good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.&lt;br /&gt;Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up knowing you'll never be there.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.&lt;br /&gt;I've got one song I write 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;And only a dozen or so rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try not to drink so much.&lt;br /&gt;This year I'll try to stand up straight.&lt;br /&gt;This year let's live liked we've never lived before,&lt;br /&gt;this is our year for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111987939763030583?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111987939763030583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111987939763030583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111987939763030583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111987939763030583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/06/lawrence-arms-100-resolutions.html' title='Lawrence Arms - 100 Resolutions'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111884611289158820</id><published>2005-06-15T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:35:29.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheena Easton - Morning Train</title><content type='html'>I wake up every mornin',&lt;br /&gt;I stumble out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Stretchin' and yawnin',&lt;br /&gt;another day ahead&lt;br /&gt;It seems to last forever,&lt;br /&gt;and time goes slowly by&lt;br /&gt;Till babe and me's together,&lt;br /&gt;then it starts to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the moment that he's with me,&lt;br /&gt;time can take a flight&lt;br /&gt;The moment that he's with me,&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Night time is the right time,&lt;br /&gt;we make love&lt;br /&gt;Then it's his and my time, we take off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My baby takes the morning train,&lt;br /&gt;he works from nine till five and then&lt;br /&gt;He takes another home again&lt;br /&gt;to find me waitin' for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes me to a movie,&lt;br /&gt;or to a restaurant, to go&lt;br /&gt;Slow dancing, anything I want&lt;br /&gt;Only when he's with me,&lt;br /&gt;I catch light&lt;br /&gt;Only when he gives me,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I think of him,&lt;br /&gt;dreamin' of him constantly&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy mad for him,&lt;br /&gt;and he's crazy mad for me&lt;br /&gt;When he steps off that train,&lt;br /&gt;I'm makin' a fool, a fight&lt;br /&gt;Work all day to earn his pay,&lt;br /&gt;so we can play all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always on that morning train&lt;br /&gt;He works so hard&lt;br /&gt;To find me waiting for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111884611289158820?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111884611289158820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111884611289158820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111884611289158820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111884611289158820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/06/sheena-easton-morning-train.html' title='Sheena Easton - Morning Train'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111733518897658329</id><published>2005-05-28T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:53:08.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Folksmen,Mitch &amp; Mickey,The New Main Street Singers - A Mighty Wind</title><content type='html'>As I travel down the back roads, of this home I love so much,&lt;br /&gt;Every carpenter and cowboy, every lame many on a crutch..&lt;br /&gt;They’re all talking about a feeling, or a taste that’s in the air,&lt;br /&gt;They’re all talking about this mighty wind, that’s blowing everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a mighty winds a blowin’, it’s kickin’ up the sand,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ out a message to every woman, child and man&lt;br /&gt;Yes a mighty winds a blowin’, cross the land and cross the sea,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ peace and freedom, it’s blowin’ equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a lighthouse in Barr Harbor, to a bridge called Golden Gate,&lt;br /&gt;From a troller down in Shreveport, to the shore of one great lake,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a star on the horizon, and it’s burning like a flame,&lt;br /&gt;It’s lighting up this mighty wind, that’s blowin’ everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a mighty winds a blowin’, it’s kickin’ up the sand,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ out a message to every woman, child and man&lt;br /&gt;Yes a mighty winds a blowin’, cross the land and cross the sea,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ peace and freedom, it’s blowin’ equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blind man sees the picture, when the deaf man hears the word,&lt;br /&gt;When the fisherman stops fishing, when the hunter spares the herd,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll still hear the wondrous story, of a world where people care,&lt;br /&gt;The story of this mighty wind that blowin’ everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a mighty winds a blowin’, it’s kickin’ up the sand,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ out a message to every woman, child and man&lt;br /&gt;Yes a mighty winds a blowin’, cross the land and cross the sea,&lt;br /&gt;It’s blowin’ peace and freedom, it’s blowin’ equality.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s blowin’ peace and freedom, it’s blowin’ you and me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111733518897658329?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111733518897658329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111733518897658329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111733518897658329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111733518897658329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/05/folksmenmitch-mickeythe-new-main.html' title='The Folksmen,Mitch &amp; Mickey,The New Main Street Singers - A Mighty Wind'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111612582027494657</id><published>2005-05-14T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:57:00.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Milkmen - Gonna Beat My Wife</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna beat my wife now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna smack her with a lead pipe&lt;br /&gt;Gonna smack her with a 2x4&lt;br /&gt;Run her over with a Brink's truck&lt;br /&gt;Chase her down with a lawn mower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;Look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife beatin'&lt;br /&gt;Mistreatin'&lt;br /&gt;Wife slappin'&lt;br /&gt;It happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat your wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat his wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat her wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna slap my wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna kick my wife&lt;br /&gt;Good God, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;Gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;At the shelter&lt;br /&gt;Helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife kickin'&lt;br /&gt;Finger lickin'&lt;br /&gt;Wife killin'&lt;br /&gt;It's thrillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please don't beat me, baby&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll never sleep with the moon in my face no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna beat my wife&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111612582027494657?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111612582027494657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111612582027494657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111612582027494657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111612582027494657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/05/dead-milkmen-gonna-beat-my-wife.html' title='Dead Milkmen - Gonna Beat My Wife'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111523059606166260</id><published>2005-05-04T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:16:36.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Theo Zumm - Times Change</title><content type='html'>Chit chat and a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;They we're still the people that we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have dreams I have never shared&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never thought you'd care&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you have dreams left to tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these days you and I don't talk much&lt;br /&gt;I always thought we'd keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;Until I figured there was nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I was wrong to suspect&lt;br /&gt;that I shoulda called and theres nothing left&lt;br /&gt;And I sure wish I could talk to you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week I'll call you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;To let you know I'm busy but not alone&lt;br /&gt;And that I hope things are the best for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad to hear that you miss me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess were still part of each other even after we've grown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111523059606166260?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111523059606166260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111523059606166260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111523059606166260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111523059606166260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/05/theo-zumm-times-change.html' title='Theo Zumm - Times Change'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111520246696683366</id><published>2005-05-04T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T06:27:46.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>William Shatner/Henry Rollins - I Can't Get Behind That</title><content type='html'>BILL: Let's go. Ready? From the top...&lt;br /&gt;BILL: My favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising. I can't get behind that kind of time!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Eat quickly. Drive faster. Make more money now! I can't get behind that.&lt;br /&gt;BILL: My kids say: He said to me, and I'm like... and he's like... and she's like...&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: It's all... He's all... She's all...&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't get behind that kind of like, English!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: That'll be six to eight weeks before delivery.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: The rising oceans, the warming temperatures!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: The dying polar bears--no, tigers--in fifty years!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Rising poison in the air and water!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't understand why the price of gas suddenly rises when oil goes up...&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: ...but takes months to go down long after oil falls!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't get behind any of that!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and dangerous if you don't believe in them!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Why can't all these Gods just get along? I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;BILL: What's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;BILL: What about the men who say 'Do as I do. Believe in what I say, for your own good, or I'll kill you!' I can't get behind that!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: I can't get behind that! Everybody knows everything about all of us!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: That's too much knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;BOTH: I can't get behind that!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Yeah! And what about student drivers using my streets to learn? If you learn to play the drums you got to go to a studio! Go to a parking lot, for God's sake! Why are you jeopardizing my life? I can't get behind a student driver!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: I can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver! If you're going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone and keep your eyes on the road!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Lifetime guarantee?&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Who's lifetime? Not mine! I haven't that much time left. Let's make it yours. Everybody's got a longer life than me!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: The leaf blowers, is there anything more futile?&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Car alarms.&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Clap off.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Clap on.&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Spam.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Size matters.&lt;br /&gt;BILL: No, it doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: No, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: No, it doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: No, it doesn't! No, it doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Yes, it does! Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: My phone rings!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Make millions in minutes!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: It's a computer!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Lose inches in hours!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Leave me the Hell alone!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Eat more! Spend less!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: The Colonel is breakdancing! Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Credit terms raised!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't get behind any of that!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I can't get behind so-called singers that can't carry a tune, get paid for talking, how easy is that? Well, maybe I could get behind that!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Well, I can't! If you have to fix it with a computer: quantized, pitch corrected, and overly inspected, then you can't do it, and I can't get behind that!&lt;br /&gt;BILL: I--can't--get behind--a fat ass!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Yeah, Bill, can you turn around and do one more?&lt;br /&gt;BILL: Always can do one more.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLINS: Let's hit it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111520246696683366?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111520246696683366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111520246696683366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111520246696683366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111520246696683366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/05/william-shatnerhenry-rollins-i-cant.html' title='William Shatner/Henry Rollins - I Can&apos;t Get Behind That'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111492515179971940</id><published>2005-05-01T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:41:26.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smirk - Cell Phoney</title><content type='html'>Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;It's a telephone not a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney Cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Market at church&lt;br /&gt;She's all, "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like,"Word!"&lt;br /&gt;Later! Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;It's a telephone not a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney Cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and drive&lt;br /&gt;But you watch out&lt;br /&gt;You hit a dog&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking&lt;br /&gt;And listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, you hit a dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey, I'm at the store. I've got free minutes, free roaming, all weekend, for free! Free minutes! Really! Totally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;It's a telephone not a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney Cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Can you here me now?&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;It's a telephone not a megaphone&lt;br /&gt;Cell phoney Cell phoney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, I was talking to this guy at work about what an asshole our boss is- Oh wait a second, I'm going into a tunnel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111492515179971940?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111492515179971940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111492515179971940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111492515179971940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111492515179971940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/05/smirk-cell-phoney.html' title='The Smirk - Cell Phoney'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111413774682800434</id><published>2005-04-21T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:42:26.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Ros - Starálfur (Staring Elf)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Icelandic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blá Nótt Yfir Himininn&lt;br /&gt;Blá Nótt Yfir Mér&lt;br /&gt;Horf-Inn Út Um Gluggann&lt;br /&gt;Minn Með Hendur&lt;br /&gt;Faldar Undir Kinn&lt;br /&gt;Hugsum Daginn Minn&lt;br /&gt;Í Dag Og Í Gær&lt;br /&gt;Blá Náttfötin Klæða Mig Í&lt;br /&gt;Beint Upp Í Rúm&lt;br /&gt;Breiði Mjúku Sængina&lt;br /&gt;Loka Augunum&lt;br /&gt;Ég Fel Hausinn Minn Undir Sæng&lt;br /&gt;Starir Á Mig Lítill Álfur&lt;br /&gt;Hleypur Að Mér En Hreyfist Ekki&lt;br /&gt;Úr Stað – Sjálfur&lt;br /&gt;Starálfur&lt;br /&gt;Opna Augun&lt;br /&gt;Stírurnar Úr&lt;br /&gt;Teygi Mig Og Tel (Hvort Ég Sé Ekki)&lt;br /&gt;Kominn Aftur Og Alltalltílæ&lt;br /&gt;Samt Vantar Eitthvað&lt;br /&gt;Eins Og Alla Vegginna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Night Over The Sky&lt;br /&gt;Blue Night Over Me&lt;br /&gt;Dis-Appeared Out Of The Window&lt;br /&gt;Me With Hands&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Under My Cheek&lt;br /&gt;I Think About My Day&lt;br /&gt;Today And Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I Put On My Blue Nighties&lt;br /&gt;Go Straight To Bed&lt;br /&gt;I Pull The Soft Covers Over&lt;br /&gt;Close My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Hide My Head Under The Covers&lt;br /&gt;A Little Elf Stares At Me&lt;br /&gt;Runs Towards Me But Doesn’t Move&lt;br /&gt;From Place - Himself&lt;br /&gt;A Staring Elf&lt;br /&gt;I Open My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take The Crusts Out&lt;br /&gt;Stretch Myself And Check (If I Haven’t)&lt;br /&gt;Returned Again And Everything Is Okay&lt;br /&gt;Still There Is Something Missing&lt;br /&gt;Like All The Walls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111413774682800434?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111413774682800434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111413774682800434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111413774682800434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111413774682800434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/sigur-ros-starlfur-staring-elf.html' title='Sigur Ros - Starálfur (Staring Elf)'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111404535818796227</id><published>2005-04-20T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:02:38.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Cent Deposit - Pisshead</title><content type='html'>Comes home giving you an attitude&lt;br /&gt;and he dont come home when you want him to&lt;br /&gt;and hes out smokin pot&lt;br /&gt;comes home is eyes are blood shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah&lt;br /&gt;blah,bee,ya,bah,blah,blah,blah&lt;br /&gt;stop your fuckin bitchin Im ok&lt;br /&gt;yeah,ee,yeah,yeah,ah&lt;br /&gt;Im just on drugs&lt;br /&gt;stop your fuckin bitchin Im ok&lt;br /&gt;yeah,ee,yeah,yeah,ah&lt;br /&gt;Im just on drugs yeah,yeah,ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes home lookin like he had a fight&lt;br /&gt;and he got suspended outta school&lt;br /&gt;Stole beers gettin props&lt;br /&gt;and got brought home by the cops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah&lt;br /&gt;blah,bee,ya,bah,blah,blah,blah&lt;br /&gt;stop your fuckin bitchin Im ok&lt;br /&gt;yeah,ee,yeah,yeah,ah&lt;br /&gt;Im just on drugs&lt;br /&gt;stop your fuckin bitchin Im ok&lt;br /&gt;yeah,ee,yeah,yeah,ah&lt;br /&gt;Im just on drugs yeah,yeah,ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111404535818796227?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111404535818796227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111404535818796227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111404535818796227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111404535818796227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/5-cent-deposit-pisshead.html' title='5 Cent Deposit - Pisshead'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111401820128026615</id><published>2005-04-20T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:30:01.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decendents - 'Merican</title><content type='html'>we flipped our finger to the king of england&lt;br /&gt;stole our country from the indians&lt;br /&gt;with gaul at our side and guns in our hands&lt;br /&gt;we took it for our own&lt;br /&gt;a nation dedicated to liberty&lt;br /&gt;justice and equality&lt;br /&gt;doesn't look that way to you&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't look that way to me&lt;br /&gt;the sickest joke i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;listen up man, i'll tell you who i am&lt;br /&gt;just another stupid american&lt;br /&gt;you don't wanna listen&lt;br /&gt;you don't wanna understand&lt;br /&gt;so finish up your drink and go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come from the land of ben franklin&lt;br /&gt;otis redding, ellington&lt;br /&gt;the country that i love&lt;br /&gt;but it's a land of the slaves and the ku klux klan&lt;br /&gt;haymarket riot and the great depression&lt;br /&gt;don't get caught in vietnam&lt;br /&gt;the sickest joke i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud and ashamed&lt;br /&gt;every fourth of july&lt;br /&gt;you got to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;before you say that you got pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the cops got taste 'cause the kids got guns&lt;br /&gt;shrinks pushin' pills on everyone&lt;br /&gt;cancer from the ocean&lt;br /&gt;cancer from the sun&lt;br /&gt;straight to hell we go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111401820128026615?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111401820128026615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111401820128026615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111401820128026615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111401820128026615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/decendents-merican.html' title='The Decendents - &apos;Merican'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111395666161200410</id><published>2005-04-19T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:24:21.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decendents - She Don't Care</title><content type='html'>I get up every morning and&lt;br /&gt;Make her coffee like I've always done&lt;br /&gt;She won’t look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;What has our love become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried talking about it&lt;br /&gt;We talk around it&lt;br /&gt;And never get nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I gave her everything I got&lt;br /&gt;And she don’t care&lt;br /&gt;She don’t care&lt;br /&gt;No she don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years before I recognized the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;She made to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Said when you want you can leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to make promises&lt;br /&gt;While you’re dumb in love&lt;br /&gt;Watch them all evaporate&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried talking about it&lt;br /&gt;We talk around it&lt;br /&gt;And never get nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I gave her everything I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made up her mind&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wife my lover&lt;br /&gt;My best friend&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever be right again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to make promises&lt;br /&gt;While you’re dumb in love&lt;br /&gt;Watch them all evaporate&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried talking about it&lt;br /&gt;We talk around it&lt;br /&gt;And never get nowhere and&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonelier than you know&lt;br /&gt;She don’t care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111395666161200410?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111395666161200410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111395666161200410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111395666161200410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111395666161200410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/decendents-she-dont-care.html' title='The Decendents - She Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111392618362714917</id><published>2005-04-19T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:57:01.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin - Marvin, I Love You</title><content type='html'>Long ago, in another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;There lived a gloomy robot&lt;br /&gt;His name was Marvin&lt;br /&gt;He was getting old and a bit rusty&lt;br /&gt;And nobody liked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, being very bored&lt;br /&gt;He thought it would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;To tidy up all of his old programs&lt;br /&gt;In his dusty old databank&lt;br /&gt;There were tapes in there&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't played for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking them through,&lt;br /&gt;He accidentally pushed a wrong button&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly he heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice:&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was sure he hadn't&lt;br /&gt;Heard that ever before&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even sure he'd heard it that time&lt;br /&gt;Because being a bored and gloomy robot&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't really been listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worse, he couldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;What button he'd accidentally pressed&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he tried a few switches at random&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice:&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Remember, I'm programmed for you&lt;br /&gt;    I know we're worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;    Still you could break my heart&lt;br /&gt;    Loving you is all I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he heard it that time all right, no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;Who was singing these strange words?&lt;br /&gt;Was it another robot?&lt;br /&gt;Or some strange lifeform from the distant past&lt;br /&gt;When he was a young robot and people still made&lt;br /&gt;The occasional attempt to like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't make it out at all&lt;br /&gt;So, he pushed a few buttons again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice:&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice:&lt;br /&gt;    I tried to contact Marvin&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know why, but he never replied&lt;br /&gt;    Perhaps one day he'll answer.&lt;br /&gt;    Till then I guess I'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Remember, I'm programmed for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does not compute" he thought miserably&lt;br /&gt;But at least he knew where to find it in his databank&lt;br /&gt;From then on he could play it whenever he wanted&lt;br /&gt;Think about what he'd missed&lt;br /&gt;And live miserably ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice:&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Remember, I'm programmed for you&lt;br /&gt;    I know we're worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;    Still you could break my heart&lt;br /&gt;    Loving you is all I can do&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin, I love you&lt;br /&gt;    Marvin I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111392618362714917?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111392618362714917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111392618362714917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111392618362714917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111392618362714917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/marvin-marvin-i-love-you.html' title='Marvin - Marvin, I Love You'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111336366542185947</id><published>2005-04-12T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:41:05.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Ferrel and the Channel Four News Team - Afternoon  Delight</title><content type='html'>Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;Gonna grab some afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.&lt;br /&gt;Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.&lt;br /&gt;When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a little afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out this morning feeling so polite&lt;br /&gt;I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite&lt;br /&gt;But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling&lt;br /&gt;A little afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.&lt;br /&gt;We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111336366542185947?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111336366542185947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111336366542185947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111336366542185947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111336366542185947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/will-ferrel-and-channel-four-news-team.html' title='Will Ferrel and the Channel Four News Team - Afternoon  Delight'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111322972951324811</id><published>2005-04-11T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:29:19.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bert Fershners - Tube Tops</title><content type='html'>There's a moment in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down to you&lt;br /&gt;No looking back when you know whats right&lt;br /&gt;You do whatcha gotta do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint no fear when you know whats real&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Of the sheer exhileration &lt;br /&gt;And the overwhelming pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tube tops)&lt;br /&gt;Show your stomach its no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;(Tube tops)&lt;br /&gt;Making the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;(Tube tops)&lt;br /&gt;A circle of fabric can make things right&lt;br /&gt;(Tube tops)&lt;br /&gt;Lighting your way through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tube tops nnever go away&lt;br /&gt;It's here with you i wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;All the boys and all the girls&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France and Arabia, Turkey and Spain&lt;br /&gt;England and Switerland, Mexico, Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help loving that tube top&lt;br /&gt;Can't help loving that tube top&lt;br /&gt;Can't help loving that tube top&lt;br /&gt;Can't help loving that tube top&lt;br /&gt;Of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111322972951324811?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111322972951324811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111322972951324811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111322972951324811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111322972951324811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/bert-fershners-tube-tops.html' title='The Bert Fershners - Tube Tops'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111322889791189401</id><published>2005-04-11T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:14:57.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil's Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;U&gt;Tape 1&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinatown - Zeke&lt;br /&gt;2. Who Loves the Sun (Velvet Underground) - PHISH&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't Mug Yourself - The Streets&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh My Fucking God - Strapping Young Lad&lt;br /&gt;5. Carnival Town - Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;6. She Don't Care - Descendents&lt;br /&gt;7. Hulkster's Back - Hulk Hogan&lt;br /&gt;8. Rock Me Baby- BB King, Trey Anastsio, &amp; The Roots&lt;br /&gt;9.Whatever It Takes - Toxic Narcotic&lt;br /&gt;10. Eyes of the Maker - John Brown's Boy&lt;br /&gt;11. I've Seen All This World I Care to See - Jerry Contreil&lt;br /&gt;12. Head On - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;13. The Mob Goes Wild - Clutch&lt;br /&gt;14. The Fucked Jam - Ween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;2. Relics - Nasum&lt;br /&gt;3. Robert Randolph &amp; The Family Band&lt;br /&gt;4. Next Time Around - Starfler 59&lt;br /&gt;5. Diamandoa Galas&lt;br /&gt;6. Great Expectation - Jurassic 5&lt;br /&gt;7. On a Foggy Night 0 Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;8. Story of the Eye - EYEHATEGOD&lt;br /&gt;9. Dire Wolf - Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;10. Desert Search for Techno Allah - Mr. Bungle&lt;br /&gt;11. Irony is for Suckers - Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;12. Another Body Murdured - Faith no More &amp; Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Tape 2&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A&lt;br /&gt;1. Same Day - J Mascis &amp; The Fog&lt;br /&gt;2. Harvest Moon - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;3. Twin Stars - Bee and Flower&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer's in Bloom - Reef&lt;br /&gt;5. A Thousand Reasons - Disfear&lt;br /&gt;6. Heroin - The Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;7. The Action is Go - Fu Mancu&lt;br /&gt;8. The Fool on the Hill - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;9. Locksmiths &amp;Lawyers - Into Another&lt;br /&gt;10. Black Eyes&lt;br /&gt;11. Mellow Mood Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello - Hardcore Superstar&lt;br /&gt;2. Lover Man - Billy holiday&lt;br /&gt;3. Remote Control - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep is Wrong - Sleepy Time Gorilla Museum&lt;br /&gt;5. Disappear - Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;6. Phantom Green - Agents of Oblivion&lt;br /&gt;7. Mountain Song - Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;8. Loose - The Stooges&lt;br /&gt;9. Cat Faces - Ugly Casanova&lt;br /&gt;10. Hey Hey - Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile if You Like Sex - Unear&lt;br /&gt;12. Son of Sam - Elliot smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111322889791189401?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111322889791189401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111322889791189401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111322889791189401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111322889791189401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/phils-mix.html' title='Phil&apos;s Mix'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111311610057738640</id><published>2005-04-10T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:55:00.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents of the United States of America - Kick Out the Jams</title><content type='html'>I've been elected to rock your asses til midnight&lt;br /&gt;This is my term, and I've jammed out my perm, but it's all right&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution&lt;br /&gt;Got a rock and roll problem?&lt;br /&gt;Well we got the solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set and see who I am&lt;br /&gt;Let me kick out the jams, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kick out the jams&lt;br /&gt;I done kicked em out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Mission Control, calling supernova&lt;br /&gt;The (nightlife's) rockin', you can come on over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let us see who we am,&lt;br /&gt;Let me kick out the jams, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kick out the jams&lt;br /&gt;I done kicked em out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111311610057738640?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111311610057738640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111311610057738640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111311610057738640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111311610057738640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/presidents-of-united-states-of-america.html' title='Presidents of the United States of America - Kick Out the Jams'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111302152232168186</id><published>2005-04-09T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:38:42.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zombies - The Way I Feel Inside</title><content type='html'>Should I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;My heart for you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you&lt;br /&gt;Would try to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;In your mind could you ever be&lt;br /&gt;Really close to me?&lt;br /&gt;I can tell the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;If I feel that I could be certain then&lt;br /&gt;I would say the things&lt;br /&gt;I want to say tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till I can see&lt;br /&gt;That you'd really care for me&lt;br /&gt;I will dream that someday you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Really close to me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;If I feel that I could be certain then&lt;br /&gt;I would say the things&lt;br /&gt;I want to say tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till I can see&lt;br /&gt;That you'd really care for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111302152232168186?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111302152232168186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111302152232168186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111302152232168186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111302152232168186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/zombies-way-i-feel-inside.html' title='The Zombies - The Way I Feel Inside'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111300251329438095</id><published>2005-04-08T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:05:36.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Theo Zumm - Tour Crush Song</title><content type='html'>In another couple hours I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;And I hope to see you again, hope it's not long&lt;br /&gt;Our paths will cross and we can share&lt;br /&gt;Our stories of our band dispair&lt;br /&gt;And walk under the stars and shining on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you and me its always just the same&lt;br /&gt;We're not to good at playing that talking game&lt;br /&gt;And though words come few far between&lt;br /&gt;We often find some way it seems&lt;br /&gt;To show we won't soon forget each other's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we've been on the road for almost two weeks now&lt;br /&gt;And I've enjoyed having you as my one-way pen pal&lt;br /&gt;These letters written, never sent&lt;br /&gt;They share my secret sentiment&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you can read them, oh and how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good it will feel for you to know&lt;br /&gt;You're often in my thoughts, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But if things, they can't work out alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to sleeping alone at night&lt;br /&gt;It's just nice sometimes it's nice to have somewhere to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111300251329438095?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111300251329438095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111300251329438095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111300251329438095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111300251329438095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/04/theo-zumm-tour-crush-song.html' title='Theo Zumm - Tour Crush Song'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-111054179136434419</id><published>2005-03-11T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:49:51.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket</title><content type='html'>I’m all lost in the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer shop happily&lt;br /&gt;I came in here for that special offer&lt;br /&gt;A guaranteed personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t born so much as I fell out&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seemed to notice me&lt;br /&gt;We had a hedge back home in the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Over which I never could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the people who lived on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Scream and fight most scarily&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it’s been all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all tuned in, I see all the programmes&lt;br /&gt;I save coupons from packets of tea&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got my giant hit discoteque album&lt;br /&gt;I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls&lt;br /&gt;Make me noises for company&lt;br /&gt;Long distance callers make long distance calls&lt;br /&gt;And the silence makes me lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not hear&lt;br /&gt;It disappear&lt;br /&gt;I’m all lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-111054179136434419?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/111054179136434419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=111054179136434419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111054179136434419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/111054179136434419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/03/clash-lost-in-supermarket.html' title='The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110947830753653766</id><published>2005-02-26T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:52:04.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♥! by Patty</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanson - Thinking of You&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Corporate - Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;3. Sister Hazel - All for You&lt;br /&gt;4. Incubus - Echo&lt;br /&gt;5. SGT - Fact of Fiction&lt;br /&gt;6. The Flamingos - I Only of Eyes for You&lt;br /&gt;7. After Dark - Babylon&lt;br /&gt;8. New Found Glory - Glory of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;1. The Postal Service - Clark Gable&lt;br /&gt;2. Barry White - Can't Get Enough of Your Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben Folds - The Luckiest&lt;br /&gt;4. Billy Joel - Always a Woman&lt;br /&gt;5. Frank Sinatra - Fly Me to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;6. Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky&lt;br /&gt;7. Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110947830753653766?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110947830753653766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110947830753653766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110947830753653766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110947830753653766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/by-patty.html' title='&amp;hearts;! by Patty'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110850924427969911</id><published>2005-02-15T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:14:04.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw Wheel - Rocking Chair</title><content type='html'>I went for a walk,&lt;br /&gt;Thought maybe it would clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;The city streets were dull and gray.&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline and rain&lt;br /&gt;Form puddle that run&lt;br /&gt;From the sidewalk to the clay.&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of adventure&lt;br /&gt;Or lack of better choice,&lt;br /&gt;I take the long way home.&lt;br /&gt;Through alleyways and trailer parks&lt;br /&gt;And empty parking lots,&lt;br /&gt;I just let myself roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back&lt;br /&gt;to when I was young&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't have a care.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything except those memories are gone&lt;br /&gt;and that empty rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a black and white photo&lt;br /&gt;in the corner of my room.&lt;br /&gt;It's a man I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;It's my father's father.&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A boxer and bootlegger too.&lt;br /&gt;On the living room wall&lt;br /&gt;There's a photo of a man,&lt;br /&gt;And he's got me on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;It's my mother's father,&lt;br /&gt;A sinner and a saint,&lt;br /&gt;But on the porch we'd rock with ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110850924427969911?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110850924427969911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110850924427969911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110850924427969911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110850924427969911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/saw-wheel-rocking-chair.html' title='Saw Wheel - Rocking Chair'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110790295001396852</id><published>2005-02-08T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:49:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash - Unchained</title><content type='html'>I have been ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;And I have been unwise&lt;br /&gt;Restless from the cradle&lt;br /&gt;But now I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to see the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Through glasses dark as these&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able From down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am weak&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I am vain&lt;br /&gt;Take this weight from me&lt;br /&gt;Let my spirit be unchained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man swearin' at the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;And I am overcome&lt;br /&gt;Seems that we've both forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I seen an angel?&lt;br /&gt;Or have I seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;Where's that rock of ages&lt;br /&gt;When you need it most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to see the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Through glasses dark as these&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able&lt;br /&gt;From down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110790295001396852?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110790295001396852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110790295001396852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110790295001396852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110790295001396852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/johnny-cash-unchained.html' title='Johnny Cash - Unchained'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110782237511729620</id><published>2005-02-07T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:27:16.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carpenters - Rainy Days and Mondays</title><content type='html'>Talkin' to myself and feelin' old&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd like to quit&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but frown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've got they used to call the blues&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' is really wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of lonely clown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know somebody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Run and find the one who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel has come and gone before&lt;br /&gt;No need to talk it out&lt;br /&gt;We know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' around&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but frown&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110782237511729620?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110782237511729620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110782237511729620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110782237511729620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110782237511729620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/carpenters-rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='The Carpenters - Rainy Days and Mondays'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110778368826933815</id><published>2005-02-07T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:41:28.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latterman Trip - 2.06.05</title><content type='html'>Fil's Picks:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Dauntless Elite - Energy Kids Rule Forever&lt;br /&gt;2. Man w/o Plan - Return to Cuesta Verde&lt;br /&gt;3. Glenn's Army - Battle Hymn&lt;br /&gt;4. Pavement - Robyn Turns 26&lt;br /&gt;5. Frank Black Francis - Where Is My Mind?   &lt;br /&gt;6. Saw Wheel - Rocking Chair&lt;br /&gt;7. Schlong - Rainy Days and Mondays&lt;br /&gt;8. Martin Mull &amp; His Orchestra - Dueling Tubas   &lt;br /&gt;9. Dr. Dre'del - Gets laid   &lt;br /&gt;10. The Ramones - Howling At The Moon (Sha-La-La)   &lt;br /&gt;11. This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb - Body Count   &lt;br /&gt;12. Spinal Tap - The Majesty Of Rock   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty's Picks:&lt;br /&gt;13. The Smoking Popes - You Spoke to Me&lt;br /&gt;14. The Weakerthans - (Manifest)&lt;br /&gt;15. This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb - We Shall Not Be Moved&lt;br /&gt;16. Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight&lt;br /&gt;17. The Offspring - I Wanna Be Sedated&lt;br /&gt;18. Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline&lt;br /&gt;19. Four Seasons - Stay (Just a Little Bit Longer)&lt;br /&gt;20. The Beatles - Blackbird&lt;br /&gt;21. Against Me! - We Did it All for Don&lt;br /&gt;22. Elton John - Tiny Dancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110778368826933815?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110778368826933815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110778368826933815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110778368826933815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110778368826933815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/latterman-trip-20605.html' title='Latterman Trip - 2.06.05'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110754539569104682</id><published>2005-02-04T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:29:55.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn's Army - Battle Hymn</title><content type='html'>Thinkng too much today...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thinking 'bout yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;All the things I tried to say,&lt;br /&gt;Things that make you run away.&lt;br /&gt;And there's something wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;So no one takes me seriously...&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's the way it's gotta be when you live vicariously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not doing much these days.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too old to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be great to start again, but I don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;Lost the battle,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the war,&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what I was fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;But if I could start anew, I would definitely go and get with you.&lt;br /&gt;So here's a song, just in case I never get to see your face again.&lt;br /&gt;This is hard to say so I guess I won't say it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was alone with you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm away from you&lt;br /&gt;And I know everything that you said wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay with me,&lt;br /&gt;Just another thing I failed to see.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think when I'm under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I slow or am I lazy? (Slow or am I lazy???)&lt;br /&gt;Am I dumb or am I crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110754539569104682?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110754539569104682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110754539569104682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110754539569104682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110754539569104682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/glenns-army-battle-hymn.html' title='Glenn&apos;s Army - Battle Hymn'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110746933007971119</id><published>2005-02-03T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:22:10.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wally Pleasant - Two for One Coupon</title><content type='html'>Friday afternoon and I get home early&lt;br /&gt;I call you up cause I got to see my girly&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you, all day&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to celebrate in a real special way&lt;br /&gt;So fix your hair up just right&lt;br /&gt;Put your best dress on&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is like being in paradise&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I don't pay full price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;That's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Buy one get one free&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to say&lt;br /&gt;It expires today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your looking at me is giving me chills&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hope this place has free refills&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers that I got you that you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Make me glad I passed the cemetery on the way here&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to ruin this magical moment that were sharing&lt;br /&gt;But on the way home can we stop at the store and return the suit that I'm wearing&lt;br /&gt;And after that we'll walk under the moonlight and hold hands&lt;br /&gt;While we search for returnable cans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;That's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Buy one get one free&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to say&lt;br /&gt;It expires today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, your heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;Let me move in with you cause right now I live in a tent&lt;br /&gt;And if things don't work out I won't lament&lt;br /&gt;I'll just crash out on your couch and we can split the rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon&lt;br /&gt;That's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Buy one get one free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate this love between us&lt;br /&gt;Until we have to catch our bus&lt;br /&gt;Whoahoahoahoahoahoahoahoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you get the tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one&lt;br /&gt;I got a two for one coupon, baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110746933007971119?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110746933007971119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110746933007971119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110746933007971119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110746933007971119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/02/wally-pleasant-two-for-one-coupon.html' title='Wally Pleasant - Two for One Coupon'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110721489532951920</id><published>2005-01-31T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:41:35.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott Laningham - Moose in My House</title><content type='html'> 	Two weeks ago last Monday I was driving home at night&lt;br /&gt;The guy in front was pokey, he wanted to see the sites&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna be Gumby so I switched to passing gear&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled up along side him, he offered me a beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey man, you wanna beer?"&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, man."&lt;br /&gt;"You sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm Bob."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok man, we'll see ya later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled into my driveway, walked up to my front door&lt;br /&gt;I went inside and noticed there were hoof marks on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I measured them with utmost care and thought the tracks were deer&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly it hit me what was happening in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a deer&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;But now it's really clear&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;Got a major problem here&lt;br /&gt;Moose, Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna tell my Dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the mail and found a box from the Sierra Club&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the bathroom and found moose hair in my tub&lt;br /&gt;My bill from Bell has phone calls to the Yukon and Montana&lt;br /&gt;My tooth brush smells like moose breath, I'm missing my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;I stepped in Moosey poo&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;My dog is turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Moose, Moose in my House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in here, I looked in there, I looked in the dirty clothes hamper&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the backyard and found a troop of Cub Scout campers&lt;br /&gt;I asked them why that they were here it is my yard you know&lt;br /&gt;They said they "we are moose hunters, this is the place to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're moose hunters!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's in your house!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know. Ya wanna get outta my yard?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this all sounds stupid, you probably think I'm dumb&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm a mental case or maybe just a bum&lt;br /&gt;But someday you just might come home and find a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;A moose takes up a lot of space and really draws the flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Moose in my House&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110721489532951920?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110721489532951920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110721489532951920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110721489532951920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110721489532951920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/scott-laningham-moose-in-my-house.html' title='Scott Laningham - Moose in My House'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110711831204816259</id><published>2005-01-30T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:51:52.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Anna from Canada Mixed CD</title><content type='html'>1. 54-40 - Since When - In Your Image&lt;br /&gt;2. Badly Drawn Boy 0 The Hour of Bewilderbeast - Everybody's Stalking&lt;br /&gt;3. Led Zepplin 0 House of the Holy - Rain Song&lt;br /&gt;4. Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perennial Favorites - Low Down Man&lt;br /&gt;5. Eels - Shootenanny! - Love of the Loveless&lt;br /&gt;6. The Tragically Hip - Trouble at the Hen House - Ahead by a Century&lt;br /&gt;7. High Holy Days - All My Real Friends - All My Real Friends&lt;br /&gt;8. Radiohead - The Bends - My Iron Lung&lt;br /&gt;9. The White Stripes - Elephant - I Just Don't Know What to Do&lt;br /&gt;10. Live - Throwing Copper - I Alone&lt;br /&gt;11. Luscious Jackson - Fever in Fever Out - Why do I Lie?&lt;br /&gt;12. Barenaked Ladies - Stunt - Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;13. The Dandy Warholes - Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia - Country Leaver&lt;br /&gt;14. Silverchair - Frogstomp - Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;15. Elliot Smith - Either/ Or - Between the Bars&lt;br /&gt;16. Weezer - The Blue Album - Say it Ain't So&lt;br /&gt;17. Lagwagon - Hoss - Violins&lt;br /&gt;18. Sarah Harmer - You Were There - The Hideout&lt;br /&gt;19. Stabilo - Cupid? - Question Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110711831204816259?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110711831204816259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110711831204816259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110711831204816259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110711831204816259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/very-anna-from-canada-mixed-cd.html' title='A Very Anna from Canada Mixed CD'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110711772096864012</id><published>2005-01-30T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:42:49.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of the Shit Hitting the Fan by Fat Kyle</title><content type='html'>1. Dillinger Four - Who Didn't Kill Bambi?&lt;br /&gt;2. Enemy You - Lockout&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lawrence Arms - 3 AM QVC Shopping Spree Hangover&lt;br /&gt;4. Crimpshrine - Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;5. Charle Brown Gets a Valentine - Following Orders&lt;br /&gt;6. The Lawrence Arms - 16 Hours&lt;br /&gt;7. Charle Brown Gets a Valentine - Dismantling Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;8. 3 Prong Outlet - Life with Bryan&lt;br /&gt;9. Screeching Weasels - You're the Enemy&lt;br /&gt;10. Dillinger Four - O.K.F.M.D.O.A&lt;br /&gt;11. Against Me! - Jordan's First Choice&lt;br /&gt;12. Green Day - Stuck with Me&lt;br /&gt;13. Screeching Weasels - Hey Suburbia&lt;br /&gt;14. Lawrence Arms - The Old Timer's 2x4&lt;br /&gt;15. Against Me! - What We Worked For&lt;br /&gt;16. Screeching Weasels - Zombies&lt;br /&gt;17. Ann Beretta - Like A Riot&lt;br /&gt;18. Black Flag - Nervous Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;19. Glenn's Army - Stupid Things&lt;br /&gt;20. 3 Prong Outlet - My Generation&lt;br /&gt;21. Charle Brown Gets a Valentine - Special Style&lt;br /&gt;22. Green Day - 86&lt;br /&gt;23. Lawrence Arms - 100 Resolutions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110711772096864012?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110711772096864012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110711772096864012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110711772096864012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110711772096864012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/sounds-of-shit-hitting-fan-by-fat-kyle.html' title='Sounds of the Shit Hitting the Fan by Fat Kyle'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110657484882262779</id><published>2005-01-24T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:42:39.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music From My Life - 2004 Edition by Marie</title><content type='html'>Kiss Kiss - Says My Doctor&lt;br /&gt;The Annivesary - Perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Minus the Bear - Monkey!! Knife!! Fight!!&lt;br /&gt;A Static Lullaby 0 The Shooting Star that Destroyed Us All&lt;br /&gt;5. REM - Daysleeper&lt;br /&gt;6. From Autumn To Ashes 0 Blue Crown&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunny Day Real Estate - Seven&lt;br /&gt;8. Biys Night Out - Let's Do Something Different&lt;br /&gt;9. Deftones - Minerva&lt;br /&gt;10. HIM - Wicked Games&lt;br /&gt;11. Kiss Kiss - Killing the Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Pstal Sevice - Brand New Colony&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunny Day Real Estate - Faces in Disguise&lt;br /&gt;3. The Smashing Pumpkins - Soma&lt;br /&gt;4. The Get Up Kids - Long Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;5. Jimmy Eat World - My Sundown&lt;br /&gt;6. Eternal Sunshine Theme&lt;br /&gt;7. Mr. Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;8. My Boody Valentine - Loveless Sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110657484882262779?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110657484882262779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110657484882262779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110657484882262779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110657484882262779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-from-my-life-2004-edition-by.html' title='Music From My Life - 2004 Edition by Marie'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110618464686947825</id><published>2005-01-19T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:30:46.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra - Young at Heart</title><content type='html'>Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you&lt;br /&gt;If you’re young at heart&lt;br /&gt;For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind&lt;br /&gt;If you’re young at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to extremes with impossible schemes&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams&lt;br /&gt;And life gets more exciting with each passing day&lt;br /&gt;And love is either in your heart or on it’s way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know that it’s worth every treasure on earth&lt;br /&gt;To be young at heart&lt;br /&gt;For as rich as you are it’s much better by far&lt;br /&gt;To be young at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you should survive to 105&lt;br /&gt;Look at all you’ll derive out of being alive&lt;br /&gt;Then here is the best part&lt;br /&gt;You have a head start&lt;br /&gt;If you are among the very young at heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110618464686947825?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110618464686947825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110618464686947825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110618464686947825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110618464686947825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/frank-sinatra-young-at-heart.html' title='Frank Sinatra - Young at Heart'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110610528022898466</id><published>2005-01-18T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:28:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana Nemo - Tin Foil Boats</title><content type='html'>Tin foil boats are racing down the gutter in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is just the way that we can turn a rainy day into &lt;br /&gt;An action packed adventure&lt;br /&gt;Now we're making friends together&lt;br /&gt;Making things and writing songs&lt;br /&gt;Show how well we get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking shit&lt;br /&gt;And building things &lt;br /&gt;And riding bikes&lt;br /&gt;i guess we finally figured out &lt;br /&gt;That this is where we all belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110610528022898466?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110610528022898466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110610528022898466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110610528022898466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110610528022898466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2005/01/nana-nemo-tin-foil-boats.html' title='Nana Nemo - Tin Foil Boats'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110433570141285910</id><published>2004-12-29T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:55:01.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash - I See a Darkness</title><content type='html'>Well, you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;And can you see&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've been out drinking&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've shared our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;And you know I have a drive, for life I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes this opposition, comes rising up in me&lt;br /&gt;This terrible imposition, comes blacking through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm hoping some day soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll save me from this darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that someday soon&lt;br /&gt;We'll find peace in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Together or apart&lt;br /&gt;Alone or with our wives&lt;br /&gt;And we can stop our whoring&lt;br /&gt;And draw the smiles inside&lt;br /&gt;And light it up forever&lt;br /&gt;And never go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;My best unbeaten brother&lt;br /&gt;That isn't all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm hoping some day soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll save me from this darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110433570141285910?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110433570141285910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110433570141285910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110433570141285910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110433570141285910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/johnny-cash-i-see-darkness.html' title='Johnny Cash - I See a Darkness'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110393918267492445</id><published>2004-12-24T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:20:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2004 Audio Yearbook</title><content type='html'>1. Cat Stevens - Here Comes My Baby&lt;br /&gt;2. Three Lions - Football's Coming Home&lt;br /&gt;3. Pixies - Head On&lt;br /&gt;4. The Ergs - 1000 Letters&lt;br /&gt;5. The Four Eyes - Hat Nerd&lt;br /&gt;6. DVDA - America, Fuck Yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Matty Pop Chart - The Magic Song&lt;br /&gt;8. Soophie Nun Squad - Donkey Call&lt;br /&gt;9. Johnny Cash - What is Truth&lt;br /&gt;10. Cadawallader - Foxy Boxing&lt;br /&gt;11. Johnny Cash - Man in Black&lt;br /&gt;12. Gorilla Bicuits - Things We Say&lt;br /&gt;13. The Weakerthans - (Manifest)&lt;br /&gt;14. The Spotnicks - Old Man River&lt;br /&gt;15. The Melodians - River of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;16. Jesus and the Mary Chain - Just Like Honey&lt;br /&gt;17. The Statler Brothers - Flowers on the Wall&lt;br /&gt;18. Ghost Mice - Up the Punks&lt;br /&gt;19. The Weakerthans - (Hospital Vespers)&lt;br /&gt;20. Against Me! - We Did it All for Don&lt;br /&gt;21. John William - Jurassic Park Theme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110393918267492445?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110393918267492445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110393918267492445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110393918267492445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110393918267492445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/2004-audio-yearbook.html' title='2004 Audio Yearbook'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110313953707695783</id><published>2004-12-15T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:38:57.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty Pop Chart - I Love My Friends</title><content type='html'>Just a single meeting is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;For us to become best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;We've spun a web of hopes and dreams and shared memories,&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting stronger all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit we just met, I bet we're closer&lt;br /&gt;Than a bunch of people who say they are best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;Old friends and new friends!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love all your friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110313953707695783?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110313953707695783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110313953707695783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110313953707695783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110313953707695783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/matty-pop-chart-i-love-my-friends.html' title='Matty Pop Chart - I Love My Friends'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110278497008283433</id><published>2004-12-11T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:09:30.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxy Music - More Than This</title><content type='html'>I could feel at the time&lt;br /&gt;There was no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves in the night&lt;br /&gt;Who can say where they're blowing&lt;br /&gt;As free as the wind&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully learning&lt;br /&gt;Why the sea on the tide&lt;br /&gt;Has no way of turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this- you know there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;More than this- tell me one thing&lt;br /&gt;More than this- there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for a while&lt;br /&gt;There was no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream in the night&lt;br /&gt;Who can say where we're going&lt;br /&gt;No care in the world&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;Why the sea on the tide&lt;br /&gt;Has no way of turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this-there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;More than this-tell me one thing&lt;br /&gt;More than this-thre is nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110278497008283433?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110278497008283433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110278497008283433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110278497008283433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110278497008283433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/roxy-music-more-than-this.html' title='Roxy Music - More Than This'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110277365800320541</id><published>2004-12-11T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:00:58.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soophie nun Squad - Sleeping on Your Floor</title><content type='html'>So chalk another one up for my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz When they leave they'll be back again.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back again.&lt;br /&gt;There's always one less that's up out sleeves,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll try to see you before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;We said "a couple" but we got more&lt;br /&gt;There's about fifteen of us&lt;br /&gt;and we're sleeping on your floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110277365800320541?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110277365800320541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110277365800320541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110277365800320541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110277365800320541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/soophie-nun-squad-sleeping-on-your.html' title='Soophie nun Squad - Sleeping on Your Floor'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110273941536793905</id><published>2004-12-10T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:30:15.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles - I've Just Seen A Face</title><content type='html'>I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place where we met,&lt;br /&gt;She’s just the girl for me and I want the world to see we’ve met.&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm&lt;br /&gt;Had it been another day I might have looked the other ways and,&lt;br /&gt;I’d have never been aware but as it is I’ll dream of her tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Da da&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling me back again.&lt;br /&gt;I have never known the like of this I’ve been alone and I have,&lt;br /&gt;Missed things and kept out of sight for other girl were never quite like this.&lt;br /&gt;Da da&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling me back again.&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place where we met,&lt;br /&gt;She’s just the girl for me and I want the world to see we’ve met.&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling me back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110273941536793905?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110273941536793905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110273941536793905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110273941536793905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110273941536793905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/beatles-ive-just-seen-face.html' title='The Beatles - I&apos;ve Just Seen A Face'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110245246399667708</id><published>2004-12-07T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:47:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixies - 12.05.04</title><content type='html'>1.In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;2.Wave Of Mutilation (UK Surf)&lt;br /&gt;3.Here Comes Your Man&lt;br /&gt;4.La La Love You&lt;br /&gt;5.Winterlong&lt;br /&gt;6.Bone Machine&lt;br /&gt;7.Subbacultcha&lt;br /&gt;8.Dead&lt;br /&gt;9.Cactus&lt;br /&gt;10.No.13 Baby&lt;br /&gt;11.Head On (#1)&lt;br /&gt;12.Head On (#2)&lt;br /&gt;13.U-Mass&lt;br /&gt;14.Crackity Jones&lt;br /&gt;15.Something Against You&lt;br /&gt;16.Tame&lt;br /&gt;17.Hey&lt;br /&gt;18.Mr.Grieves&lt;br /&gt;19.Velouria&lt;br /&gt;20.Gigantic&lt;br /&gt;21.River Euphrates&lt;br /&gt;22.Caribou&lt;br /&gt;23.Monkey Gone To Heaven&lt;br /&gt;24.Broken Face&lt;br /&gt;25.Isla De Encanta&lt;br /&gt;26.I Bleed&lt;br /&gt;27.Wave Of Mutilation&lt;br /&gt;28.Gouge Away&lt;br /&gt;29.Where Is My Mind?&lt;br /&gt;30.Nimrod's Son&lt;br /&gt;31.Vamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Debaser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110245246399667708?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110245246399667708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110245246399667708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110245246399667708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110245246399667708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/pixies-120504.html' title='Pixies - 12.05.04'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110221955869950266</id><published>2004-12-04T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:05:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty Pop Chart - Things I Like</title><content type='html'>Bicyles, handlebars, rainy days, old guitars,&lt;br /&gt;Apple jiuce, shooting stars, giant trees, broken cars,&lt;br /&gt;Elephants, kiwi fruit, castle walls, monkey suits,&lt;br /&gt;Reading books, owls cute, scary ghots, potluck food,&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns, fantasy, making friends, going pee,&lt;br /&gt;Hobbit holes, bumble bees, sleeping deep, TVP,&lt;br /&gt;Hiking trails, slimy snails, real short shorts, garbage pails,&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy clouds, getting mail, so  much fail we cannot fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun, so much fun, so many things that I can do!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna come and visit you!&lt;br /&gt;We'll  hang out and watch the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll go jump in a pool!&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll go stay up all night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110221955869950266?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110221955869950266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110221955869950266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110221955869950266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110221955869950266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/matty-pop-chart-things-i-like_04.html' title='Matty Pop Chart - Things I Like'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110221314544527223</id><published>2004-12-04T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:27:43.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Joe - Seventeen</title><content type='html'> You're seventeen&lt;br /&gt;You'll never die&lt;br /&gt;You're in love, you'll never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in a car&lt;br /&gt;You're going fast&lt;br /&gt;You've got a tank full of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're driving by the power lines&lt;br /&gt;A billion stars shine on you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You're a user of the force tonight&lt;br /&gt;You're in love and you'll never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;You're seventeen&lt;br /&gt;You'll never die&lt;br /&gt;You're in love, you'll never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got no time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You've got no time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You've got no time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You've got no time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110221314544527223?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110221314544527223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110221314544527223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110221314544527223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110221314544527223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/butterfly-joe-seventeen.html' title='Butterfly Joe - Seventeen'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110218048069567397</id><published>2004-12-04T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:14:40.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani Difranco - She Says</title><content type='html'>	 												 														   she says forget what you have to do&lt;br /&gt; pretend there is nothing&lt;br /&gt; outside this room&lt;br /&gt; and like an idea she came to me&lt;br /&gt; but she came too late&lt;br /&gt; or maybe too soon&lt;br /&gt; I said please try not to love me&lt;br /&gt; close your eyes, I'm turning on the light&lt;br /&gt; you know I have no vacancy&lt;br /&gt; and it's awfully cold outside tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the rain stains the brick a darker red&lt;br /&gt; slowly I'm rolling out of her bed&lt;br /&gt; the rain stains the streets a darker black&lt;br /&gt; I dress my face in stone&lt;br /&gt; because I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel her eyes watching me&lt;br /&gt; from behind the curtain of her hair&lt;br /&gt; and she says I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt; I didn't mean to stare&lt;br /&gt; I say I think I really have to go now&lt;br /&gt; but oh baby, maybe someday&lt;br /&gt; maybe somehow 														    														   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110218048069567397?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110218048069567397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110218048069567397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110218048069567397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110218048069567397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/12/ani-difranco-she-says.html' title='Ani Difranco - She Says'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110097713953935565</id><published>2004-11-20T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T13:58:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Cliff - Sitting here in Limbo</title><content type='html'>Sitting here in Limbo&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the tide turn.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,&lt;br /&gt;So many things I've got to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my faith will lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in Limbo&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the dice to roll.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,&lt;br /&gt;Still got some time to search my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my faith will lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where life will take me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what life will show me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand at love and friendship,&lt;br /&gt;That is past and gone.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in Limbo&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird ain't got a song.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm sitting here in Limbo&lt;br /&gt;And I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;'Til I make my getaway, now.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my faith will lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where life will take me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what life will show me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand at love and friendship,&lt;br /&gt;That is past and gone.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lead me on now.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they're putting up resistance,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my faith will lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my faith will lead me on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110097713953935565?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110097713953935565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110097713953935565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110097713953935565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110097713953935565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/jimmy-cliff-sitting-here-in-limbo.html' title='Jimmy Cliff - Sitting here in Limbo'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110097464436129214</id><published>2004-11-20T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T13:17:24.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting Seeds - Football's Coming Home</title><content type='html'>We still believe&lt;br /&gt;We still believe&lt;br /&gt;It´s coming home,&lt;br /&gt;It´s coming home, It´s coming&lt;br /&gt;Footballs coming home          &lt;br /&gt;Footballs coming home &lt;br /&gt;Tears for Heroes, dressed in grey&lt;br /&gt;No plans for final day&lt;br /&gt;Stay in bed, drift away&lt;br /&gt;It could have been all&lt;br /&gt;Songs in the street&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly complete&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly so sweet&lt;br /&gt;and now I´m singing&lt;br /&gt;Three lions on the shirt - Jules Rimet still gleaming&lt;br /&gt;No more Years of hurt - No more need for dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Talk about football coming home&lt;br /&gt;and then the one night in Rome&lt;br /&gt;We were strong, we had grown&lt;br /&gt;And now I see Ince ready for war&lt;br /&gt;Gazza good as before&lt;br /&gt;Shearer ready to score&lt;br /&gt;And Psycho screaming&lt;br /&gt;We can dance nobody´s dance&lt;br /&gt;We could dance in France&lt;br /&gt;It´s coming home,&lt;br /&gt;It´s coming home, It´s coming&lt;br /&gt;Footballs coming home  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110097464436129214?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110097464436129214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110097464436129214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110097464436129214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110097464436129214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/lighting-seeds-footballs-coming-home.html' title='Lighting Seeds - Football&apos;s Coming Home'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110092018208212132</id><published>2004-11-19T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:09:42.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weakerthans - (Hospital Vespers)</title><content type='html'>Doctors split your dosage like a card trick&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble down the hallways yelling Yatzee&lt;br /&gt;I brought books on Harper in the Arctic&lt;br /&gt;Something called The Politics of Lonely&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush and Quick Pick with a plus&lt;br /&gt;You tried not to roll your sunken eyes&lt;br /&gt;And said Hey can you help me? I can't reach it&lt;br /&gt;Pointed at the camera in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling&lt;br /&gt;Before the nurses came took you away&lt;br /&gt;I stood there on a chair and watched you pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110092018208212132?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110092018208212132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110092018208212132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110092018208212132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110092018208212132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/weakerthans-hospital-vespers.html' title='The Weakerthans - (Hospital Vespers)'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110079746821098172</id><published>2004-11-18T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:04:28.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ave Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt; Gratia plena&lt;br /&gt; Maria, gratia plena&lt;br /&gt; Maria, gratia plena&lt;br /&gt; Ave, ave dominus&lt;br /&gt; Dominus tecum&lt;br /&gt; Benedicta tu in mulieribus&lt;br /&gt; Et benedictus&lt;br /&gt; Et benedictus fructus ventris&lt;br /&gt;  Ventris tuae, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt; Mater Dei&lt;br /&gt; Ora pro nobis peccatoribus&lt;br /&gt; Ora pro nobis&lt;br /&gt; Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus&lt;br /&gt; Nunc et in hora mortis&lt;br /&gt; Et in hora mortis nostrae&lt;br /&gt; Et in hora mortis nostrae&lt;br /&gt; Et in hora mortis nostrae&lt;br /&gt; Ave Maria  &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/8459942-110079746821098172?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110079746821098172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110079746821098172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110079746821098172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110079746821098172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/ave-maria.html' title='Ave Maria'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110074266704632427</id><published>2004-11-17T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:51:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Lehrer - Who's Next?</title><content type='html'>First we got the bomb, and that was good,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we love peace and motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;Then Russia got the bomb, but that's okay,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the balance of power's maintained that way.&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France got the bomb, but don't you grieve,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they're on our side (I believe).&lt;br /&gt;China got the bomb, but have no fears,&lt;br /&gt;They can't wipe us out for at least five years.&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Indonesia claimed that they&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna get one any day.&lt;br /&gt;South Africa wants two, that's right:&lt;br /&gt;One for the black and one for the white.&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt's gonna get one too,&lt;br /&gt;Just to use on you know who.&lt;br /&gt;So Israel's getting tense.&lt;br /&gt;Wants one in self defense.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord's our shepherd," says the psalm,&lt;br /&gt;But just in case, we better get a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxembourg is next to go,&lt;br /&gt;And (who knows?) maybe Monaco.&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to stay serene and calm&lt;br /&gt;When Alabama gets the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;Who's next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110074266704632427?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110074266704632427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110074266704632427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110074266704632427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110074266704632427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/tom-lehrer-whos-next.html' title='Tom Lehrer - Who&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110072404466166397</id><published>2004-11-17T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T15:40:44.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melodians - The Rivers of Babylon</title><content type='html'>By the rivers of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Where we sat down&lt;br /&gt;And there we wept&lt;br /&gt;When we remembered Zion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wicked carried us away in captivity&lt;br /&gt;Required from us a song&lt;br /&gt;How can we sing King Alfa song&lt;br /&gt;In a strange land&lt;br /&gt;Cause the wicked carried us away in captivity&lt;br /&gt;Required from us a song&lt;br /&gt;How can we sing King Alfa song&lt;br /&gt;In a strange land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it out loud&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song of freedom sister&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song of freedom brother&lt;br /&gt;We gotta sing and shout it&lt;br /&gt;We gotta talk and shout it&lt;br /&gt;Shout the song of freedom now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the words of our mouth&lt;br /&gt;And the meditation of our heart&lt;br /&gt;Be acceptable in Thy sight&lt;br /&gt;Over I&lt;br /&gt;So let the words of our mouth&lt;br /&gt;And the meditation of our heart&lt;br /&gt;Be acceptable in Thy sight&lt;br /&gt;Over I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it again&lt;br /&gt;We've got to sing it together&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rivers of Babylon... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110072404466166397?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110072404466166397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110072404466166397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110072404466166397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110072404466166397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/melodians-rivers-of-babylon.html' title='The Melodians - The Rivers of Babylon'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110028479345152979</id><published>2004-11-12T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:48:42.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds - O Children</title><content type='html'>Pass me that lovely little gun&lt;br /&gt;My dear, my darting one&lt;br /&gt;The cleaners are coming, one by one&lt;br /&gt;You don't even want to let them start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are knocking now upon your door&lt;br /&gt;They measure the room, they know the score&lt;br /&gt;They're mopping up the butcher's floor&lt;br /&gt;Of your broken little hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us now for what we've done&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a bit of fun&lt;br /&gt;Here, take these before we run away&lt;br /&gt;The keys to the gulag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your voice, lift up your voice&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Frank and poor old Jim&lt;br /&gt;They're gathering round with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;We're older now, the light is dim&lt;br /&gt;And you are only just beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the answer to all your fears&lt;br /&gt;It's short, it's simple, it's crystal dear&lt;br /&gt;It's round about, it's somewhere here&lt;br /&gt;Lost amongst our winnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your voice, lift up your voice&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaners have done their job on you&lt;br /&gt;They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove&lt;br /&gt;They've hosed you down, you're good as new&lt;br /&gt;They're lining up to inspect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor old Jim's white as a ghost&lt;br /&gt;He's found the answer that was lost&lt;br /&gt;We're all weeping now, weeping because&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing we can do to protect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O children&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your voice, lift up your voice&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little train! We are all jumping on&lt;br /&gt;The train that goes to the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;We're happy, Ma, we're having fun&lt;br /&gt;And the train ain't even left the station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, little train! Wait for me!&lt;br /&gt;I once was blind but now&lt;br /&gt;I see Have you left a seat for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is that such a stretch of the imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little train! Wait for me!&lt;br /&gt;I was held in chains but now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging in there, don't you see&lt;br /&gt;In this process of elimination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little train! We are all jumping on&lt;br /&gt;The train that goes to the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;We're happy, Ma, we're having fun&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond my wildest expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little train! We are all jumping on&lt;br /&gt;The train that goes to the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;We're happy, Ma, we're having fun&lt;br /&gt;And the train ain't even left the station&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110028479345152979?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110028479345152979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110028479345152979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110028479345152979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110028479345152979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/nick-cave-bad-seeds-o-children.html' title='Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds - O Children'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110013418043491848</id><published>2004-11-10T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:49:40.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandaddy - Underneath the Weeping Willow</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep&lt;br /&gt; underneath the weeping willow&lt;br /&gt; as it cries all night quitely&lt;br /&gt; It's tears all around me&lt;br /&gt; I'll sleep there so soundly&lt;br /&gt; until im allowed finaly&lt;br /&gt; To wake and be happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To wake and be happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110013418043491848?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110013418043491848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110013418043491848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110013418043491848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110013418043491848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/grandaddy-underneath-weeping-willow.html' title='Grandaddy - Underneath the Weeping Willow'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-110011811661102149</id><published>2004-11-10T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:21:56.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle And Sebastian - Mayfly</title><content type='html'>Lovesick on a sunny afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You are tired of stopping in&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting for the time&lt;br /&gt;Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind you coming near&lt;br /&gt;Keep me company till she comes again&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who's privy to&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who's making do&lt;br /&gt;Because you saw him in the park&lt;br /&gt;Because you saw him at the bridges with the people in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cana was the start of something big&lt;br /&gt;You were there in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;You were there to see him play&lt;br /&gt;Mayfly, woken up when sky's are blue&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;Keep me company till she comes around&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who's privy to&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who's making do&lt;br /&gt;Because you saw him at the celebrations standing at the side&lt;br /&gt;He had the moves to save the day&lt;br /&gt;But you would love him anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovesick, it came back upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are the girl left on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;You are incapable of playing the fool&lt;br /&gt;Longing so what's different today?&lt;br /&gt;You sent the boys and girls away&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned with matters lofty&lt;br /&gt;But puzzled so it makes you sick&lt;br /&gt;Your diary's looking like a bible with it's verses lost in time&lt;br /&gt;And lost in meaning for the people who surround you&lt;br /&gt;It's a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a crying shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-110011811661102149?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/110011811661102149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=110011811661102149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110011811661102149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/110011811661102149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/belle-and-sebastian-mayfly.html' title='Belle And Sebastian - Mayfly'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-109994531310516235</id><published>2004-11-08T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:21:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eels - Woman Driving, Man Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Woman driving, man sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Wear the suitcase on the rack.&lt;br /&gt;White lines shooting by,&lt;br /&gt;on the pavement like the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Looking straight ahead, into the black.&lt;br /&gt;Woman driving, man sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;There's no radio to play.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with the map,&lt;br /&gt;laying crumpled on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the toll money to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man sleeping is man dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;in a large apartment house.&lt;br /&gt;Walking and knocking on doors.&lt;br /&gt;Woman driving, man sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Passin' all the other cars.&lt;br /&gt;Searching in the black,&lt;br /&gt;but never turning to look back.&lt;br /&gt;A little metal box under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman driving, man sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Woman driving, man sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-109994531310516235?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/109994531310516235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=109994531310516235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109994531310516235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109994531310516235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/11/eels-woman-driving-man-sleeping.html' title='Eels - Woman Driving, Man Sleeping'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-109882864610013598</id><published>2004-10-26T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:10:46.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen - Dance Me to the End of Love</title><content type='html'>Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Show me slowly what I only know the limits of&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long&lt;br /&gt;We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the children who are asking to be born&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn&lt;br /&gt;Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-109882864610013598?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/109882864610013598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=109882864610013598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109882864610013598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109882864610013598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/10/leonard-cohen-dance-me-to-end-of-love.html' title='Leonard Cohen - Dance Me to the End of Love'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459942.post-109848975741722376</id><published>2004-10-22T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T20:02:37.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DVDA - America! Fuck Yeah!</title><content type='html'>America&lt;br /&gt;America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Coming again to save the motherfucking day!&lt;br /&gt;America! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is the only way now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terroist your game is through&lt;br /&gt;Cause now you have to answer to&lt;br /&gt;America! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;So lick my butt and suck on my balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha gonna do when we come for you now?&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream that we all share&lt;br /&gt;It's the hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Wal-mart! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The Gap! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Baseball! Fuck Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;The NFL! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Rock n Roll! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;the internet! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Slavery! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Disney World! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Porno! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Valium! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Reeboks! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fake tits! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Sushi! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Rodeo! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Bed Bath and Beyond! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Wax lips! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The Alamo! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Band Aids! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Immigrants! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Popeye! Fuck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Democrats!... &lt;br /&gt;Republicans!...&lt;br /&gt;Sportsmanship!...&lt;br /&gt;Books!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459942-109848975741722376?l=filonbottom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/feeds/109848975741722376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459942&amp;postID=109848975741722376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109848975741722376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459942/posts/default/109848975741722376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filonbottom.blogspot.com/2004/10/dvda-america-fuck-yeah.html' title='DVDA - America! Fuck Yeah!'/><author><name>Fil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530924131192913239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/filfata/whitefil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
