<?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-27757571</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:32:35.189+05:30</updated><category term='greed'/><title type='text'>Childhood Is Short, Maturity is Forever</title><subtitle type='html'>Irony is A Dead Scene.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1183916460232182632</id><published>2009-07-14T23:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:19:37.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>General Figment of the USS Imagination by United Nations</title><content type='html'>Run from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Worship all the disasters&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself up to be&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice to the concept of belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagues of frogs raining down.&lt;br /&gt;Rivers run red, rivers run dry.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down. It's coming down.&lt;br /&gt;He's comatose, eyes half closed,&lt;br /&gt;He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.&lt;br /&gt;It's a prefect day, a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;But he's comatose, eyes half closed,&lt;br /&gt;He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1183916460232182632?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1183916460232182632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1183916460232182632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1183916460232182632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1183916460232182632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/general-figment-of-uss-imagination-by.html' title='General Figment of the USS Imagination by United Nations'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2339436450769442232</id><published>2009-07-14T23:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:18:34.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance by Paramore</title><content type='html'>If I'm a bad person,&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go,&lt;br /&gt;Make my own way.&lt;br /&gt;It's a circle,&lt;br /&gt;A mean cycle.&lt;br /&gt;I can't excite you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Where's your gavel, your jury?&lt;br /&gt;What's my offense this time?&lt;br /&gt;You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me,&lt;br /&gt;Well sentence me to another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) Don't wanna hear your sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel your pain,&lt;br /&gt;When you swear it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we're not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're not the same,&lt;br /&gt;The friends who stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our names in blood,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you can't accept that the change is good,&lt;br /&gt;It's good.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing that could've happened.&lt;br /&gt;Any longer and I wouldn't have made it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a war.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a rapture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a person, but you can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;The same tricks that once fooled me.&lt;br /&gt;They won't get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same kid from your memory.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can fend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2339436450769442232?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2339436450769442232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2339436450769442232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Holly put the gun down for me &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn&lt;br /&gt;You love money and the sex in your veins &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;They're trying to take it from us &lt;br /&gt;They're trying to take it from us &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;You're so pretty when you dress for the grave &lt;br /&gt;Love me as you lay &lt;br /&gt;Dizzy and falling your legs dangling &lt;br /&gt;Although accidents happen &lt;br /&gt;They happen to me &lt;br /&gt;Try to forget the beginning and end &lt;br /&gt;Forget the world &lt;br /&gt;Without removing the glass from your lips &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;You love money and the sex in your veins &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;They're trying to take it from us &lt;br /&gt;They're trying to take it from us &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;The sun's coming up and we're still awake &lt;br /&gt;Am I the trigger of your gun &lt;br /&gt;Your pretty eyes don't give me much choice but &lt;br /&gt;I'll take them home &lt;br /&gt;I've done some thinking of my own &lt;br /&gt;And when I come home &lt;br /&gt;I want to be done &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be famous no more &lt;br /&gt;Leave that girl alone &lt;br /&gt;My teenage heart-attack keeps talking back &lt;br /&gt;Keeps talking back to her &lt;br /&gt;And I can't pretend that off this balcony &lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't want to jump off of it &lt;br /&gt;And put an end to this &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;You love money and the sex in your veins &lt;br /&gt;Call the police &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn &lt;br /&gt;Doll up and sleep walk &lt;br /&gt;Until we have some teeth marks &lt;br /&gt;Narcotic sweet talk &lt;br /&gt;Until we have some teeth marks &lt;br /&gt;This whole place is gonna burn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4486636547929170308?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4486636547929170308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4486636547929170308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4486636547929170308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4486636547929170308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-rather-be-dead-than-famous-by-pierce.html' title='I&apos;d Rather be Dead than Famous by Pierce the Veil'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3579511761353765939</id><published>2009-07-14T23:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:17:07.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>With Twilight As My Guide by the Mars Volta</title><content type='html'>I'm bolted from within&lt;br /&gt;from long conniving heights&lt;br /&gt;the hail, it makes a special sound&lt;br /&gt;that always stays into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I'm not capable&lt;br /&gt;of what they accuse me&lt;br /&gt;with no remorse I stand and say&lt;br /&gt;that guilt is what I plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devil makes me dream&lt;br /&gt;like no other mortal dreams&lt;br /&gt;with a blank eye corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to see him&lt;br /&gt;in the tunnel where he slept&lt;br /&gt;by the longest tusk of corridors&lt;br /&gt;numb below the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he keeps them&lt;br /&gt;in a vault of devil daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bend in kicking form&lt;br /&gt;with twilight as my guide&lt;br /&gt;in every home the ghost veins gossip&lt;br /&gt;you can hear them if you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my quill begins to squirm&lt;br /&gt;from the ashes in your urn&lt;br /&gt;your deviance is anything but faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devil makes me dream&lt;br /&gt;like no other mortal dreams&lt;br /&gt;with a blank eye corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to see him&lt;br /&gt;in the tunnel where he slept&lt;br /&gt;by the longest tusk of corridors&lt;br /&gt;numb below the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he keeps them&lt;br /&gt;in a vault of devil daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody &lt;br /&gt;hangs like dead leaves &lt;br /&gt;don't you hurt these&lt;br /&gt;branches waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching&lt;br /&gt;you fall to me&lt;br /&gt;don't desert me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devil makes me dream&lt;br /&gt;like no other mortal dreams&lt;br /&gt;with a blank eye corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to see him&lt;br /&gt;in the tunnel where he slept&lt;br /&gt;by the longest tusk of corridors&lt;br /&gt;numb below the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he keeps them&lt;br /&gt;in a vault of devil daughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3579511761353765939?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2553148715708949609</id><published>2009-07-14T23:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:16:22.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Money Lebowski? by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>It's come to this, you're covered in blood&lt;br /&gt;So how could you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we are?&lt;br /&gt;Just take a seat you've lost the will to stand up on your own feet&lt;br /&gt;Who are we are?&lt;br /&gt;Stop believing you're precious&lt;br /&gt;And just take another hit for me&lt;br /&gt;Stop believing you're precious&lt;br /&gt;Because I gave you all that I could give&lt;br /&gt;It's come to this you're drenched in sweat&lt;br /&gt;So how can you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we are?&lt;br /&gt;Just take a seat you've lost the will to stand up on your own feet&lt;br /&gt;Who are we are?&lt;br /&gt;Stop believing you're precious&lt;br /&gt;And just take another hit for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2553148715708949609?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2553148715708949609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2553148715708949609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2553148715708949609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2553148715708949609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-money-lebowski-by-fightstar.html' title='Where&apos;s the Money Lebowski? by Fightstar'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6023442810914530386</id><published>2009-07-14T23:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:15:35.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When a Jealous Man Finds a Gun by Enter Shikari</title><content type='html'>And we'll grip each other tight&lt;br /&gt;In this desolate canteen&lt;br /&gt;That' sells his life at a price&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not prepared to pay&lt;br /&gt;[to pay]&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and shoot us it'll only take one bullet&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and shoot us&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this desolate cantine&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell his life at a price&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not prepared to pay&lt;br /&gt;[to pay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and shoot us it'll only take one bullet&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and shoot us&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bah bah bah bah bah bahh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your needle out and your black cotton&lt;br /&gt;And stitch us back together again&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Stitch us back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that stitch it'll only last one life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;What a-bout the o-thers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6023442810914530386?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6023442810914530386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=6023442810914530386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6023442810914530386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6023442810914530386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-jealous-man-finds-gun-by-enter.html' title='When a Jealous Man Finds a Gun by Enter Shikari'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3824223910626039509</id><published>2009-07-14T23:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:14:54.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zzzonked by Eneter Shikari</title><content type='html'>Mate! I'm zonked absolutely spent&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna give up my eyes for lent&lt;br /&gt;I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead&lt;br /&gt;And with an icy cold stare I'll hide bones in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mate! Please accept this invitation&lt;br /&gt;So I can take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a one in 40 thousand chance&lt;br /&gt;Asteroid Apophis&lt;br /&gt;Will collide with the earth in less that 20 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll up for the knees up business&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes ok i think we've heard quite enough from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Belt up and quiver at your indignation&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying anything that could be construed as an apology&lt;br /&gt;There's another case study of anthropology&lt;br /&gt;Lets announce embargos and denounce our far foes&lt;br /&gt;Ingrowing egos a syntax he knows&lt;br /&gt;It's just a distance that separates us&lt;br /&gt;Or are we really all ethno-centric-ally inclined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mate! What the fuck are you going on about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a draconian law I protest&lt;br /&gt;I protest&lt;br /&gt;The herd is rowdy&lt;br /&gt;The squad is vexed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3824223910626039509?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3824223910626039509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=3824223910626039509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3824223910626039509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3824223910626039509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/zzzonked-by-eneter-shikari.html' title='Zzzonked by Eneter Shikari'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8448221895711764706</id><published>2009-07-14T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:14:10.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Never.. by Drop Dead, Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served&lt;br /&gt;You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?&lt;br /&gt;I'll die suddenly my blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'll die a tragedy you'll live in fame&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the last masquerade&lt;br /&gt;We need a doctor baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love a good time? I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8448221895711764706?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8448221895711764706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8448221895711764706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8448221895711764706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8448221895711764706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-never-by-drop-dead-gorgeous.html' title='Well, I Never.. by Drop Dead, Gorgeous'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8910148882144862531</id><published>2009-07-14T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:13:06.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Times by Dream Theater</title><content type='html'>Remember days of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And how it flew so fast&lt;br /&gt;The two score and a year we had,&lt;br /&gt;I thought would always last&lt;br /&gt;The summer days and west coast dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I wished would never end&lt;br /&gt;A young boy and his father,&lt;br /&gt;Idol and best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best of times&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime together&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning shows on the radio&lt;br /&gt;The case of the missing dog&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the hills of ?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Harold and Maude&lt;br /&gt;Record shops, the stick-ball fields&lt;br /&gt;My home away from home&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't together&lt;br /&gt;The hours on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best of times&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish them forever&lt;br /&gt;The best of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came the call&lt;br /&gt;Our lives changed forever more&lt;br /&gt;You can pray for a change&lt;br /&gt;But prepare for the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fleeting winds of time&lt;br /&gt;Flying through each day&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should have done&lt;br /&gt;But time just slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Remember "seize the day"&lt;br /&gt;Life goes by in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;There's so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the best of times&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss these days&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit led my life each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smiles&lt;br /&gt;All the unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;That carried me for miles&lt;br /&gt;It carried me for miles&lt;br /&gt;But most of all thank you for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the best of times&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss these days&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit led my life each day&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bleeding bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit guides my life each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8910148882144862531?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8910148882144862531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1242911754054763217</id><published>2009-07-14T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:12:26.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Rite of Passage by Dream Theater</title><content type='html'>This is the new world order&lt;br /&gt;Played upon our fears&lt;br /&gt;Spreading accusations&lt;br /&gt;Of radical affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brotherhood of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Strength and dignity&lt;br /&gt;Its rituals and secrets&lt;br /&gt;Remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the ever watchful eye&lt;br /&gt;The angels of the temple fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the key walk through the gate&lt;br /&gt;The great ascent to reach a higher state&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final stage a sacred home&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the door and lay the corner stone&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of wealth and power&lt;br /&gt;Influence and fame&lt;br /&gt;Philosphers and leaders&lt;br /&gt;Are members of the trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound by oath and honor&lt;br /&gt;Like the rose and cross&lt;br /&gt;An enigmatic union&lt;br /&gt;Of esoteric thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the ever watchful eye&lt;br /&gt;The angels of the temple fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the key walk through the gate&lt;br /&gt;The great ascent to reach a higher state&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final stage a sacred home&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the door and lay the corner stone&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the key walk through the gate&lt;br /&gt;The great ascent to reach a higher state&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven stars the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;A perfect world a new life has begun&lt;br /&gt;A rite of passage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Theater'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8961208627180636609</id><published>2009-07-14T23:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:10:15.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is Long by David Byrne and Brian Eno</title><content type='html'>Everybody says that the living is easy&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see �cause my head's in the way&lt;br /&gt;Tigers walk behind me- they are to remind me that&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost- but I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul to soul- A kiss and a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Sawed in half- by the passage of time&lt;br /&gt;Halfway home- from a window you see&lt;br /&gt;Chains and bars- but I am still free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the outside- I remember sweet times&lt;br /&gt;This old rose- is always in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's happy- to be a baby daddy&lt;br /&gt;Stone love- with nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is long- if you give it way&lt;br /&gt;So stay, don't go- �cause I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;Soul to soul- between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Chain me down- but I am still free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say- those three little words&lt;br /&gt;And every day- I'm dreaming a world&lt;br /&gt;Soul to soul- a kiss and a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Holding back- the waters outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is long- if you give it away&lt;br /&gt;So stay, don't go- �cause I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;Soul to soul- between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Chain me down- but I am still free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8961208627180636609?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3556440505178402270</id><published>2009-07-14T23:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:09:23.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fool Me Once by Burden of a Day</title><content type='html'>I saw the flames, feeding a poisonous strength&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of fear&lt;br /&gt;But as a child with four second futures, I never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me to a place that's quite like here&lt;br /&gt;Say my brother, to think that I embraced in you&lt;br /&gt;Say my lover, to think I thought of you my true&lt;br /&gt;How do I look now, what would you have me do?&lt;br /&gt;Say my lord, bring me the head of my youth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am sleeping and this is a dream&lt;br /&gt;So I can go on loving as you would have me&lt;br /&gt;I wont let my rival feel the joy&lt;br /&gt;I can see it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flames, feeding a poisonous strength&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of fear&lt;br /&gt;I am no fool, who did you think you're talking to?&lt;br /&gt;My silly little one&lt;br /&gt;Betray me with a kiss, who did you think your messing...&lt;br /&gt;My silly little one&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am sleeping and this is a dream&lt;br /&gt;So I can go on loving as you would have me&lt;br /&gt;I wont let my rival feel the joy&lt;br /&gt;I cant see it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flames, feeding a poisonous strength&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of fear&lt;br /&gt;Say my brother, I sing a thousand thanks for you&lt;br /&gt;Say my lover, what I see if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How do I look now, what would you have me do?&lt;br /&gt;Say my lord, you brought me the body of truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3556440505178402270?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-962970529050179726</id><published>2009-07-14T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:03:19.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meridian by August Burns Red</title><content type='html'>The people who survive the sword will find favor in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;[Jeremiah 31:2]&lt;br /&gt;I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;[Jeremiah 31:4]&lt;br /&gt;I am the painter making this mess a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;I will rebuild you up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-962970529050179726?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/962970529050179726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1664267645063725696</id><published>2009-07-14T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:01:12.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old Crows by Alexisonfire</title><content type='html'>old crows ride in the mouth of the beast&lt;br /&gt;sleep beneath it's tongue, cradled by it's teeth&lt;br /&gt;we roam from shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;From the open sky to the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;The more we move, the less we are ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and when we finally stop, we change to something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rapid as a river flows&lt;br /&gt;as frigid as the cold wind can blow&lt;br /&gt;as devious as the devil's grin&lt;br /&gt;our blood is cold and we've shed our skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crows are calling, seems the end is near&lt;br /&gt;they're spelling out our names, yet we have no fear&lt;br /&gt;oh the damage a man can do&lt;br /&gt;when ambition takes over his search for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life just gets the best of us&lt;br /&gt;some things in life will get the best of us&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every skyline beats in my chest&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between love and sadness&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, this is our test&lt;br /&gt;we ride in the mouth of madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rapid as a river flows&lt;br /&gt;as frigid as the cold wind can blow&lt;br /&gt;as devious as the devil's grin&lt;br /&gt;our blood is cold and we've shed our skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be &lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;We are are not the kids we used to be (stop wishing for yesterday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1664267645063725696?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1664267645063725696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-9092150937749363498</id><published>2009-07-14T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:56:46.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is Usually the Part Where People Scream by Alesana</title><content type='html'>You'll beat me?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna save the day?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on&lt;br /&gt;You Ready?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you another thing or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think you're clever, but you're not&lt;br /&gt;You better get the coffins out&lt;br /&gt;Trust me kid that's where you're sleeping tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no guarantee we'll get out alive&lt;br /&gt;Stop your whining, let's get busy&lt;br /&gt;Baby, its time to lock and load&lt;br /&gt;Stop your whining, let's get busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;It's a story that you've heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;So take a seat and get lost with me&lt;br /&gt;This tale will never stop being told&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl&lt;br /&gt;Let's save the world&lt;br /&gt;Heroes will save the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think you've won, but I promise you it's not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be our one last chance to finally rise up&lt;br /&gt;So here we stand and here we will fight&lt;br /&gt;None of us shall run from anyone&lt;br /&gt;Storms are gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no guarentee we'll get out alive&lt;br /&gt;Stop your whining, let's get busy&lt;br /&gt;We have to rise above and fight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;It's a story that you've heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;So take a seat and get lost with me&lt;br /&gt;This tale will never stop being told&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl&lt;br /&gt;Let's save the world&lt;br /&gt;Heroes will save the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where you are supposed to scream&lt;br /&gt;When you scream, we'll be heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;It's a story that you've heard a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;So take a seat and get lost with me&lt;br /&gt;This tale will never stop being told&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show&lt;br /&gt;Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl&lt;br /&gt;Let's save the world&lt;br /&gt;Heroes will always save the day&lt;br /&gt;Let's save the world&lt;br /&gt;Heroes will save the day&lt;br /&gt;Let's save the world&lt;br /&gt;Heores will always save the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-9092150937749363498?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1183054014576719872</id><published>2009-06-08T18:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:18:45.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ben has a Kid by the Devil Wears Prada</title><content type='html'>I mean this, I'm not sure if you could say the same.&lt;br /&gt;Week after week after week&lt;br /&gt;Idolatry is wasted reverence, idolatry is the yellow on your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Gasp for the truth you once lived, &lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world is what is always breathing, &lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world is worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you used to claim, &lt;br /&gt;You can't bury conviction with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Our message will grow, &lt;br /&gt;No matter the mistakes made within construction.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world is what is always breathing, &lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world is worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;Gasp for the truth you once lived, &lt;br /&gt;I pray that stolen glimpses do not subtract from what we've been building.&lt;br /&gt;Keep stride persist in our march.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1183054014576719872?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1183054014576719872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1183054014576719872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1183054014576719872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1183054014576719872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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under the gallows? &lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going to value this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are privileged&lt;br /&gt;We are all obliged&lt;br /&gt;Just go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;I am your sword of Damocles&lt;br /&gt;Get down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Will you have mercy on us please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we all fall down?&lt;br /&gt;You make it obvious&lt;br /&gt;Should we hang them high under the gallows? &lt;br /&gt;Are you ever going to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to value this life?&lt;br /&gt;You live like animals&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;We take to the skies as you bury yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8514995921701031076?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8299152965325473833</id><published>2009-06-08T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:17:04.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Into the Ocean by Blue October</title><content type='html'>I'm just a normal boy&lt;br /&gt;That sank when I fell overboard&lt;br /&gt;My ship would leave the country&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather swim ashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a life vest I'd be stuck again&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was much more masculine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I could learn to swim&lt;br /&gt;Like 'fourteen miles away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now floating up and down&lt;br /&gt;I spin, colliding into sound&lt;br /&gt;Like whales beneath me diving down&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking to the bottom of my&lt;br /&gt;Everything that freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;The lighthouse beam has just run out&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold as cold as cold can be...&lt;br /&gt;be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim away but don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Let the waves up, take me down&lt;br /&gt;Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain of what I feel right now come down&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the coastguard?&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking each direction&lt;br /&gt;For a spotlight, give me something&lt;br /&gt;I need something for protection&lt;br /&gt;Maybe flotsam, junk will do just fine&lt;br /&gt;the jetsam sunk, I'm left behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm treading for my life, believe me&lt;br /&gt;(How can I keep up this breathing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to think&lt;br /&gt;I scream aloud, begin to sink&lt;br /&gt;My legs and arms are broken down&lt;br /&gt;With envy for the solid ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for the life within me&lt;br /&gt;How can one man stop his ending&lt;br /&gt;I thought of just your face&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed, and floated into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim away but don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Let the waves up, take me down&lt;br /&gt;Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain of what I feel right now come down&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waking to the sun&lt;br /&gt;I calculate what I had done&lt;br /&gt;Like jumping from the bow, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove I knew how, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight's late reminder of&lt;br /&gt;The loss of her, the one I love&lt;br /&gt;My will to quickly end it all&lt;br /&gt;Set front row in my need to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean, end it all&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean, end it all&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean, end it all&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean...end it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zayra]&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim away but don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Let the waves take me down&lt;br /&gt;Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain of what I feel right now come down&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8299152965325473833?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8299152965325473833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8299152965325473833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;The smell of pure adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random blinding flashes&lt;br /&gt;Aiming at the stage&lt;br /&gt;Intro tape begins to roll&lt;br /&gt;Igniting sonic rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still they keep me between these hollow walls&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find in me&lt;br /&gt;The answers to the test that stumped them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy is simply crazy&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from delusions&lt;br /&gt;We honestly think that maybe&lt;br /&gt;He might need an institution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives in a world of fiction&lt;br /&gt;And really could use some help&lt;br /&gt;We have just the place to fix him&lt;br /&gt;To save him from himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the light&lt;br /&gt;The smell of stale sweat and shit&lt;br /&gt;Steaming through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random urine testing&lt;br /&gt;Pills red, pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;Counselling and therapy&lt;br /&gt;Providing not a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still they keep me between these hollow walls&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find in me&lt;br /&gt;The answers to the test that stumped them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't seem to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;He seemed such a clear cut case&lt;br /&gt;We cannot just let him leave here&lt;br /&gt;And put all this work to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we try shock treatment&lt;br /&gt;It really might do some help&lt;br /&gt;We have just the tools to fix him&lt;br /&gt;To save him from himself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-5275837479974487695?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5275837479974487695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=5275837479974487695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/5275837479974487695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/5275837479974487695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/test-that-stumped-them-all-by-dream.html' title='The Test That Stumped Them All by Dream Theater'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2638275670703917529</id><published>2009-06-08T18:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:14:38.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>District of Misery by Oceano</title><content type='html'>We are the antidote and also the disease.&lt;br /&gt;We're the oppressors who posses marks of the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind deserves this,&lt;br /&gt;A catalyst for deconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;A scapegoat to hold humanity on its knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self-inflicted social anarchy to frighten the population into submission.&lt;br /&gt;Intricate color schemes on TV hypnotize them while they sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And from behind the scenes inject a fatal dose of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let these structures fall.&lt;br /&gt;As buildings crumble,&lt;br /&gt;Watch this metropolis transform to ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Victims lungs overflown with debris,&lt;br /&gt;Their fractured bones exposed,&lt;br /&gt;Lacerated is their skin.&lt;br /&gt;This is a demonstration in the clout of government:&lt;br /&gt;Failure to conform equals destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this world we hold all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this world you'll posses only misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2638275670703917529?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2638275670703917529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2638275670703917529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Everybody in the place hit the fuckin deck, but stay on your motherfuckinn toes. We runnin this. Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. Everybody look at me cause I'm sailin on a boat. I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. Take a good, hard look at the motherfuckin boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me. Straight floatin on a boat on the deep blue sea. Bustin 5 knot wind, whippin out my coat. You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture trick. I'm on a boat bitch. We drinkin Santana Champ cause it's so crisp. I got my swim trunks, and my flippy floppies. I'm flippin burgers; you at Kinko's straight flippin copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ridin on a dolphin, doin flips and shit. The dolphin's splashin, gettin everybody all wet. But this ain't Sea-world, this as real as it gets. I'm on a boat motherfucker don't you ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a boat and it's goin fast and I got an nauticle themed Pashmina afghan. I'm the king of the world, on a boat like Leo. If you on the shore, then you're sure not me, oh. Get the fuck up ,this boat is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck land, I'm on a boat motherfucker. Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker. I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker. The boat engine make noise, motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ma, if you could see me now, arms spread wide on the starboard bow. Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow. Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Never thought I'd be on a boat. It's a big blue watery road. Yea. Poseidon, look at me, ooh. (All hands on deck). Never thought I'd see the day, when a big boat comin my way. Believe me when i say, I fucked a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. Everybody look at me cause I'm sailin on a boat. (whooa) I'm on a boat. I'm on a boat. Take a good, hard look at the motherfuckin boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3142900254781424298?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3142900254781424298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=3142900254781424298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3142900254781424298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3142900254781424298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-boat-by-lonely-island.html' title='On a Boat by The Lonely Island'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7250585726154443058</id><published>2009-06-08T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:12:59.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jizz in My Pants by the Lonely Island</title><content type='html'>Lock eyes from across the room&lt;br /&gt;Down my drink, while the rhythms boom&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and skip the names&lt;br /&gt;No need here for the silly games&lt;br /&gt;Make our way through the smoke and crowd&lt;br /&gt;The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud&lt;br /&gt;Move in close as the lasers fly&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies touch and the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;Leave this place go back to yours&lt;br /&gt;Our lips first touch outside your doors&lt;br /&gt;A whole night what we've got in store&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear that you want some more&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really never happens you can take my word&lt;br /&gt;I won't apologize, that's just absurd&lt;br /&gt;Mainly your fault from the way that you dance&lt;br /&gt;And now I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your friends or I'll say your a slut&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll go home and change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jorma) I need a few things from the grocery&lt;br /&gt;Do things alone now mostly&lt;br /&gt;Left me heart broken not lookin' for love&lt;br /&gt;Surprised in my eyes when I looked above&lt;br /&gt;The check out counter and I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;My heart stood still so did time and space&lt;br /&gt;Never felt that I could feel real again&lt;br /&gt;But the look in her eyes said I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;She turned to me that's when she said it&lt;br /&gt;Looked me dead in the face, asked "cash? or credit?"&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;But we're going to need a clean up on aisle 3&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm posed in an awkward stance because I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair you were flirting a lot&lt;br /&gt;Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot&lt;br /&gt;Please stop acting like you're not impressed&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week - I saw a film&lt;br /&gt;As I recall it was a horror film&lt;br /&gt;Walked outside into the rain&lt;br /&gt;Checked my phone and saw you rang and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding down the street when the red lights flash&lt;br /&gt;Need to get away need to make a dash&lt;br /&gt;A song comes on that reminds me of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants&lt;br /&gt;The next day my alarm goes off and I&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants&lt;br /&gt;Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I&lt;br /&gt;Jizz in my pants&lt;br /&gt;When bruce willis was dead at the end of sixth sense I&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a grape and I&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed... in... my pants&lt;br /&gt;Jizzed... in... my pants&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously you guys can we... ok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jizz right in my pants every time you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;And when we're holding hands it's like having sex with me&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm premature I just call it ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;I wear a rubber at all times it's a necessity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz... in... my pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7250585726154443058?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7250585726154443058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7250585726154443058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7250585726154443058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7250585726154443058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/jizz-in-my-pants-by-lonely-island.html' title='Jizz in My Pants by the Lonely Island'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6317983772470394577</id><published>2009-06-08T18:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:09:49.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That's Not Really Funny by Eels</title><content type='html'>Did you think that I would laugh when you said I was small&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that that would pass as if nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say a lot of funny things, my little bunny&lt;br /&gt;And I almost always laugh, but that's not really funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play the little bells and tell a good story&lt;br /&gt;You bake delicious pie and that's enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am big, I am your man, and you're my little honey&lt;br /&gt;And I like what you have to say, but that's not really funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not continue to emasculate me&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour children through the window clearly see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy will wipe his nose because it's runny&lt;br /&gt;Then point at me and laugh, but that's not really funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6317983772470394577?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6317983772470394577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=6317983772470394577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6317983772470394577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6317983772470394577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-not-really-funny-by-eels.html' title='That&apos;s Not Really Funny by Eels'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3539970007022267823</id><published>2009-05-13T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:50:42.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1,000,000 Died to Make this Sound by the Silver Mt. Zion</title><content type='html'>One million died to make this sound&lt;br /&gt;Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound&lt;br /&gt;One million died to make this sound&lt;br /&gt;Your band&lt;br /&gt;Your band is bland&lt;br /&gt;Your band is bland ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live on their remainders&lt;br /&gt;We'll starve on it for sure&lt;br /&gt;Their way is debt and prisons&lt;br /&gt;They are burning half the world&lt;br /&gt;A feast of filthy feasts, man&lt;br /&gt;Stale air and dead parades&lt;br /&gt;The pretense of their awful gardens&lt;br /&gt;Monuments the mess they've made&lt;br /&gt;Give me a goddamn shovel&lt;br /&gt;I'll dig my own damn hole&lt;br /&gt;We drank 'til morning made us&lt;br /&gt;Then ate the shit we stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million died to make this sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned it / at 17 / on drugs / and well policed /&lt;br /&gt;It kissed me / as I fell / with fists full / of ringing bells /&lt;br /&gt;So get fast / and get quick / with dum hearts / and swung hips /&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams / deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)&lt;br /&gt;(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)&lt;br /&gt;One million died to make this sound...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3539970007022267823?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3539970007022267823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=3539970007022267823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3539970007022267823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3539970007022267823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/1000000-died-to-make-this-sound-by.html' title='1,000,000 Died to Make this Sound by the Silver Mt. Zion'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6010787479266414990</id><published>2009-05-13T22:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:46:54.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand By You by the Pretenders</title><content type='html'>Oh, why you look so sad? &lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Dont be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;cause Ive seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if youre mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Dont hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide? &lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well Im a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;When youre standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And dont know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;cause even if youre wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never desert you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when...&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Youre feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You wont be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never desert you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Ill stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6010787479266414990?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6010787479266414990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=6010787479266414990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6010787479266414990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6010787479266414990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-stand-by-you-by-pretenders.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand By You by the Pretenders'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-5354303988269698710</id><published>2009-05-13T22:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:45:41.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This Time We Stand by In Case of Fire</title><content type='html'>Pull the curtain, Dim the lights&lt;br /&gt;And set the scene to kill tonight&lt;br /&gt;Because we can't trust the men in blue&lt;br /&gt;They swear to God they told the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making fires now for you&lt;br /&gt;Holding up the light to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;This time we will stand and make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state was pulling strings today&lt;br /&gt;Pressing flesh to make him pay&lt;br /&gt;Dead man walking paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;By greedy hearts and dirty eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making fires now for you&lt;br /&gt;Holding up the light to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;This time we will stand and make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be terrified by all the things we know&lt;br /&gt;Because if innocence is ordinary&lt;br /&gt;There are places I don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is over, time to leave&lt;br /&gt;A job well done, an hour to grieve&lt;br /&gt;They're sorry if he's not the one&lt;br /&gt;They had to kill somebodys son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making fires now for you&lt;br /&gt;Holding up the light to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;This time we will stand and make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fire'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7123689159327610758</id><published>2009-05-13T22:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:44:36.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hollow Crown by the Architects</title><content type='html'>There, there must be&lt;br /&gt;An easier way, to release these feelings&lt;br /&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I need your voice, to hold my head together&lt;br /&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I need your voice to lift my lonely state of mind&lt;br /&gt;You, you can but wait for me to return&lt;br /&gt;For me to show you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;These months have blurred&lt;br /&gt;And they just fly by&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you&lt;br /&gt;Right by my side&lt;br /&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I need your voice&lt;br /&gt;To hold my head together&lt;br /&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I need your voice to lift my lonely state of mind&lt;br /&gt;There must be an easier way, there must be an easier way&lt;br /&gt;There must be an easier way to release these feelings &lt;br /&gt;As the sea breeze hits my lungs&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back to where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;To where I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7123689159327610758?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7123689159327610758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7123689159327610758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7123689159327610758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7123689159327610758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hollow-crown-by-architects.html' title='Hollow Crown by the Architects'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7395764858337104326</id><published>2009-05-13T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:43:38.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, You're Not a Winner by Enter Shikari</title><content type='html'>Scratch card glory, waist low pleasure? &lt;br /&gt;Black eyes nose bleeds, don't look back now &lt;br /&gt;My white abode, do you remember? &lt;br /&gt;My white abode, &lt;br /&gt;But it's such a thrill just to find out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you're not a winner&lt;br /&gt;With the air so cold and a mind so bitter &lt;br /&gt;What have you got to lose &lt;br /&gt;But false intentions and a life so pretentious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch card glory, waist low pleasure? &lt;br /&gt;Black eyes nose bleeds, don't look back now&lt;br /&gt;My white abode do you remember? &lt;br /&gt;My white abode&lt;br /&gt;But it's such a thrill just to find out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you're not a winner&lt;br /&gt;With the air so cold and a mind so bitter &lt;br /&gt;What have you got to lose &lt;br /&gt;But false intentions and a life so pretentious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch card glory, waist low pleasure? &lt;br /&gt;Black eyes nose bleeds don't look back now&lt;br /&gt;My white abode do you remember? &lt;br /&gt;I sweat I ache... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you're not a winner&lt;br /&gt;With the air so cold and a mind so bitter &lt;br /&gt;What have you got to lose &lt;br /&gt;But false intentions and a life so pretentious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? What? What? &lt;br /&gt;Rawwwr&lt;br /&gt;Please try again&lt;br /&gt;Insert your coin&lt;br /&gt;Please try again&lt;br /&gt;Insert your coin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7395764858337104326?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7395764858337104326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7395764858337104326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7395764858337104326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7395764858337104326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-youre-not-winner-by-enter-shikari.html' title='Sorry, You&apos;re Not a Winner by Enter Shikari'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7139445500857245966</id><published>2009-05-13T22:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:42:46.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>America's Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy</title><content type='html'>You could have knocked me out with a (feather)&lt;br /&gt;I know you heard this all before, but were just hell's dreamers&lt;br /&gt;Wh-wh-why won't the world revolve around me?&lt;br /&gt;Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know much about classic cars&lt;br /&gt;But I got a lot of friends talking classic cars&lt;br /&gt;Down set, one, hut, hut, hike&lt;br /&gt;Media, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bow and pretend&lt;br /&gt;That you don't, don't, know you're a legend&lt;br /&gt;Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet&lt;br /&gt;Let my love loose again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know much about classic cars&lt;br /&gt;But I got a lot of friends talking classic cars&lt;br /&gt;Down set, one, hut, hut, hike&lt;br /&gt;Media, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have knocked me out with a (feather)&lt;br /&gt;I know you heard this all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for America's sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess (I must confess)&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's hear it&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7139445500857245966?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7139445500857245966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4234779301446598752</id><published>2009-05-13T22:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:40:53.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me Into the Darkness by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>I woke on the floor next to an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Summer will come all in an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Days come and go, like the weather it changes&lt;br /&gt;Come for the weekend and we'll sail away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you are never alone [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days spent in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Some people say its a shame that we&lt;br /&gt;Only get to live once &lt;br /&gt;But if you'd seen the things that I've seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me, into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And sink your fears into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke on the floor next to an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, there were monsters and what they said was,&lt;br /&gt;Follow me down, into a dark place&lt;br /&gt;Well come back and see me when I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you are never alone [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days spent in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Some people says it's a shame that we&lt;br /&gt;Only get to live once but if you'd seen the things I've seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And sink your fears, into the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4234779301446598752?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4234779301446598752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4234779301446598752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pretending" &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep stealing, breathing her.&lt;br /&gt;Birds are leaving over autumn's ending &lt;br /&gt;One of us will die inside these arms &lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open, naked as we came &lt;br /&gt;One will spread our ashes 'round the yard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "If I leave before you, darling &lt;br /&gt;Don't you waste me in the ground" &lt;br /&gt;I lay smiling like our sleeping children &lt;br /&gt;One of us will die inside these arms &lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open, naked as we came &lt;br /&gt;One will spread our ashes round the yard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-900018949488582145?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/900018949488582145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1992049809758081072</id><published>2009-05-13T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:38:11.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When She Loved Me by Sarah McLachlan</title><content type='html'>When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears&lt;br /&gt;And when she was happy, so was i, when she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all&lt;br /&gt;Just she and I together, like it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the years went by, I stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;And she began to drift away, I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;Still I waited for the day, when she�d say "i will always love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and forgotten, never thought she�d look my way,&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,&lt;br /&gt;Like she loved me, when she loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;When she loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1992049809758081072?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1992049809758081072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1992049809758081072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Acting like strangers to avoid the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collect our phobias &lt;br /&gt;Our sicknesses &lt;br /&gt;Feel so good only when we can complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms &lt;br /&gt;Feels like a better us &lt;br /&gt;In your arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around the fire &lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk with the night &lt;br /&gt;Nobody is ever who they seem to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnos give us your hand &lt;br /&gt;We so tire of this life &lt;br /&gt;Need to rest and finally disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms &lt;br /&gt;Feels like a better us &lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-499053820200123395?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/499053820200123395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=499053820200123395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/499053820200123395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/499053820200123395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/04/schizophrenic-prayer-by-riverside.html' title='Schizophrenic Prayer by Riverside'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4718554480519653758</id><published>2009-04-10T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:41:25.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab For Cutie</title><content type='html'>With every sun that sets I am feeling more&lt;br /&gt;Like a stranger on a foreign shore&lt;br /&gt;With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my mirror speaks it never minces words&lt;br /&gt;Cause these eyes don’t shine half as bright&lt;br /&gt;As they used to do and they haven’t for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m a man who hides from all that binds&lt;br /&gt;And a mess of fading lines&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a tangled thread inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With nothing on either end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fall in love with an open door&lt;br /&gt;With a horizon on an endless sea&lt;br /&gt;As I look around the ones who were standing&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mirror speaks with a reverence&lt;br /&gt;Like a soldier I can’t command&lt;br /&gt;It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he’s a man who hides from all that binds&lt;br /&gt;And a mess of fading lines&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a tangled thread inside his head&lt;br /&gt;With nothing on either end&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing on either end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new position for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing changes but the slightest hues&lt;br /&gt;And I am standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a man who hides from all that binds&lt;br /&gt;And a mess of fading lines&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a tangled thread inside his head&lt;br /&gt;With nothing on either end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man who hides from all that binds&lt;br /&gt;And a mess of fading lines&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a tangled thread inside my head&lt;br /&gt;With nothing on either end&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing on the ends&lt;br /&gt;No, there’s nothing on the ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4718554480519653758?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4718554480519653758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4718554480519653758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4718554480519653758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4718554480519653758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mirror-speaks-by-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab For Cutie'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7059687071051336412</id><published>2009-04-10T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:36:23.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel</title><content type='html'>Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to talk with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Still remains&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone,&lt;br /&gt;neath the halo of a street lamp,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of&lt;br /&gt;A neon light&lt;br /&gt;That split the night&lt;br /&gt;And touched the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;People talking without speaking,&lt;br /&gt;People hearing without listening,&lt;br /&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;br /&gt;And no one deared&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools said i,you do not know&lt;br /&gt;Silence like a cancer grows.&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you,&lt;br /&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you.&lt;br /&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell,&lt;br /&gt;And echoed&lt;br /&gt;In the wells of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;br /&gt;To the neon God they made.&lt;br /&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning,&lt;br /&gt;In the words that it was forming.&lt;br /&gt;And the signs said, the words of the prophets&lt;br /&gt;Are written on the subway walls&lt;br /&gt;And tenement halls.&lt;br /&gt;And whisperd in the sounds of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7059687071051336412?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7059687071051336412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7059687071051336412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7059687071051336412'/><link rel='self' 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repeating&lt;br /&gt;"If you've got an impulse let it out"&lt;br /&gt;But they never make it past my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, this is the sound of settling &lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, Bop ba&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth is fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Old age is just around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to go gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sit and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Of every love that could've been.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only thought of something charming to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, this is the sound of settling&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, Bop ba.&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3713656702770678498?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-86657630084998803</id><published>2009-04-01T21:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:57:47.772+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Panic Switch by Silversun Pickups</title><content type='html'>Time.&lt;br /&gt;It's never worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;Moonshine&lt;br /&gt;Bleeds into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on the right side&lt;br /&gt;Of the white noise;&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave the scene behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I be anything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;If so, is it meant to be seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Do you see yourself in a crowded room?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'll snitch? Are you pistol-whipped?&lt;br /&gt;Will you step in line, or release the glitch?&lt;br /&gt;Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see yourself in a crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'll snitch? Are you pistol whipped?&lt;br /&gt;Will you step in line or release the glitch?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she'll sleep with the panic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to hold on tight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Pink slip, inviting me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn skin and brand what once was mine,&lt;br /&gt;But the red news came ripping in to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go anywhere that you want me to go,&lt;br /&gt;How will I know you'll still follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and fading and floating away&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and fading and floating away&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and fading and floating away&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and fading and floating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-86657630084998803?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6074346598749083953</id><published>2009-04-01T21:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:56:58.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Quarter by Tool (Led Zeppelin Cover)</title><content type='html'>Lock all the doors, and kill the lights.&lt;br /&gt;No one's coming home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The sun beats down and don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;All our lives are growing cold, oh...&lt;br /&gt;They bring news that must get through.&lt;br /&gt;To build a dream for me and you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a place where no one goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask no quarter&lt;br /&gt;They have no quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hey, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the door, kill the light&lt;br /&gt;No one's coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting colder (7x)&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a place where no one goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the door, kill the light&lt;br /&gt;No one's coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring news that must get through.&lt;br /&gt;Dying peace in me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a place where no one goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no quarter&lt;br /&gt;We have no quarter&lt;br /&gt;We ask no quarter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6074346598749083953?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6074346598749083953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=6074346598749083953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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same..&lt;br /&gt;i bought ya..&lt;br /&gt;This world will explode..&lt;br /&gt;Into numb, one deal owned.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for your sons &amp; your daughters&lt;br /&gt;You didn't refuse&lt;br /&gt;We'll the first one, weak arms&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong(right or wrong)&lt;br /&gt;First off we'll dance when we dance&lt;br /&gt;The last one we fault, the first one we kill...(the last one we fault, the first one we kill...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forsee her&lt;br /&gt;Thats what we've done with your head&lt;br /&gt;Your beging for papa&lt;br /&gt;We're safer but&lt;br /&gt;We wash our hands in death&lt;br /&gt;End Me&lt;br /&gt;When we fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll go, feel it grow&lt;br /&gt;We may not be the ones&lt;br /&gt;Feel it go, feel like we know&lt;br /&gt;We move around&lt;br /&gt;We'll pay&lt;br /&gt;We protest&lt;br /&gt;We'll pawn off war&lt;br /&gt;We protest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Youre such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance at it's best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at war&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance isn't bliss&lt;br /&gt;We are lied to you suckers&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;All suffer&lt;br /&gt;For what we've done&lt;br /&gt;Liers&lt;br /&gt;We all suffer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7287196418441697319?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7287196418441697319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7287196418441697319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I finally realised&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never really get inside of me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Just let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to like it&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;In the sunset time of our dream&lt;br /&gt;For all these things we cannot change&lt;br /&gt;We cannot be&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;Know that I am still your friend&lt;br /&gt;And if the sky falls down&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will still support you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2576527113143561338?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2576527113143561338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape by Underoath</title><content type='html'>I heard a voice through the dischord&lt;br /&gt;Of a deluge of passers-by&lt;br /&gt;I saw one gaze frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;Watching me passing by&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll know your face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hear your voice so loud&lt;br /&gt;When you're whispering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, unfaithful, I will teach you&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger, to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;Hey, ungraceful, I will teach you&lt;br /&gt;To forgive one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my kiss to betray&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to brush the lips of grace&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel hollow when you think of how I've lied?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your loving arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your loving arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, unfaithful, I will teach you&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger, to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;Hey, ungraceful, I will teach you&lt;br /&gt;To forgive one another&lt;br /&gt;Hey, unfaithful, I will teach you&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger, to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, unloving&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus I'm ready to come (HOME!)&lt;br /&gt;(JESUS, I'M READY)&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to come home, home, home, home&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to come&lt;br /&gt;Hey unfaithful, hey ungraceful, hey unloving&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Hey unloving (HEY UNLOVING!)&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3715234553407737016?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3715234553407737016/comments/default' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-613497986737727002</id><published>2009-03-15T23:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:22:36.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stall Out by Mute Math</title><content type='html'>Racing on a faultline&lt;br /&gt;Bracing for a landslide&lt;br /&gt;Conscious of everything getting harder&lt;br /&gt;As the race goes underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep stalling out&lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;There's alarming doubt&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough?&lt;br /&gt;But you keep coming around&lt;br /&gt;to convince me&lt;br /&gt;It's still far from over&lt;br /&gt;(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still far&lt;br /&gt;We are still far&lt;br /&gt;We are still far&lt;br /&gt;from over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2899488933502517267</id><published>2009-03-15T23:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:21:12.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Build An Army by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>We'll hold this off to build these machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look out of your window and you'll find us here&lt;br /&gt;We can make a stand to stop the uproars&lt;br /&gt;If you can fight in wars for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give us the answers now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to end all the suffering&lt;br /&gt;We'll clean the blood from all of our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take the rage away from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give us the answers now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in time that I'm okay with all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you make me cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2899488933502517267?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2899488933502517267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2899488933502517267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2899488933502517267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;As the war machine keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;Death and hatred to mankind&lt;br /&gt;Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah&lt;br /&gt;Politicians hide themselves away&lt;br /&gt;They only started the war&lt;br /&gt;Why should they go out to fight&lt;br /&gt;They leave that all to the poor&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell on their power minds&lt;br /&gt;Making war just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Treating people just like pawns in chess&lt;br /&gt;Wait til the judgement day comes&lt;br /&gt;Now in darkness world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;As you hear the bodies burning&lt;br /&gt;No more warpigs have the power&lt;br /&gt;And as God has struck the hour&lt;br /&gt;Day of judgement, God is calling&lt;br /&gt;On their knees the warpigs crawling&lt;br /&gt;Begging mercy for their sins&lt;br /&gt;Satan laughing spreads his wings, oh lord yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-9733776392024037</id><published>2009-03-03T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:28:31.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Divinations by Mastodon</title><content type='html'>It’s gone away, It’s gone away&lt;br /&gt;It’s gone for good&lt;br /&gt;And the spirit’s shouting Camellia&lt;br /&gt;A primitive child of brilliant light&lt;br /&gt;Her magnet of wisdom is pulling&lt;br /&gt;Pulling Faster, the fabric of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escape, binding spirits&lt;br /&gt;No escape, trapped in time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rapid descent as the wormhole is entered&lt;br /&gt;The sin of calypsis surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;The fire’s dancing in the silvery sea of breath&lt;br /&gt;Black rune that directs me&lt;br /&gt;anekatips.com&lt;br /&gt;summon the soul of the specter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escape, binding spirits&lt;br /&gt;No escape, trapped in time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escape, binding spirits&lt;br /&gt;No escape, trapped in time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing majesty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-9733776392024037?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/9733776392024037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=9733776392024037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;We'll find a way to make this ok&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah we skipped through the nights&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need to&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's all that we'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;Just to make us feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you're all around (you are, you are, you are, you're all around me now)&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you're all around (you are, you are, you are, you're all around me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up on you for&lt;br /&gt;All the times you sat and sang to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make me better&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll try to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;This is the English way to make us all fit back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't speak these words, just save&lt;br /&gt;them, walk with me and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;We'll only stop for water and some other things&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah we skipped through the nights&lt;br /&gt;It's all that we need to&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's all that we'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;Just to make us feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you're all around (you are, you are, you are, you're all around me now)&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you're all around (you are, you are, you are, you're all around me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up on you for&lt;br /&gt;All the times you sat and sang to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make me better&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll try to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;This is the English way to make us all fit back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many lives have been lost *under orders*&lt;br /&gt;Of too many people that have lost their voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up on you for&lt;br /&gt;All the times you sat and sang to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make me better&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll try to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;This is the English way to make us all fit back together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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song and leave dead in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Time is wasted in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best,&lt;br /&gt;I'm unretrofied for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best,&lt;br /&gt;I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fake it in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Time is wasted in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again - we're all dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus can't play the music 'cause he's nailed to the cross,&lt;br /&gt;And over gnawed off feet I find that I can't walk,&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fake it in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Time is wasted in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fake it in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Time is wasted in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again - we're all dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1094538318940735452?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1094538318940735452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1094538318940735452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have screamed until my veins collapsed&lt;br /&gt;I've waited as my times elapsed&lt;br /&gt;Now all I do is live with so much fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished for this, I bitched at that&lt;br /&gt;I've left behind this little fact&lt;br /&gt;You cannot kill what you did not create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say what I've gotta say&lt;br /&gt;And then I swear I'll go away&lt;br /&gt;But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll save the best for last&lt;br /&gt;My future seems like one big past&lt;br /&gt;You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me back together or separate the skin from bone&lt;br /&gt;Leave me all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Then you can leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the reality is better than the dream&lt;br /&gt;But I've found out the hard way&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;But it's made of all the things I have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside&lt;br /&gt;If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got is insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7035977728771416037?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7035977728771416037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7035977728771416037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7035977728771416037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I'd send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;I'd send the pain below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd send the pain below...)&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd send the pain below...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to run me away,&lt;br /&gt;All while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Then cry about that fact,&lt;br /&gt;'til I returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But long before, having hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I'd send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;I'd send the pain below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd send the pain below...)&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd send the pain below...)&lt;br /&gt;Much like suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Need more, drop down,&lt;br /&gt;Closing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Drop down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked, having hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;(Much like suffocating)[I liked]&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;(Much like suffocating)[Having hurt]&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;(Much like suffocating)&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below,&lt;br /&gt;(Much like suffocating)&lt;br /&gt;So send the pain below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2573201403460635904?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2573201403460635904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2573201403460635904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Realize - we're floating in space -&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know&lt;br /&gt;You realize that life goes fast&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br /&gt;You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize - that everyone you know&lt;br /&gt;Someday will die -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know&lt;br /&gt;You realize that life goes fast&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make the good things last&lt;br /&gt;You realize the sun doesn't go down&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;Do You Realize&lt;div 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Lips'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-225185485631087709</id><published>2009-02-24T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:37:10.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crooked Teeth by Death Cab For Cutie</title><content type='html'>It was one hundred degrees,&lt;br /&gt;As we sat beneath a willow tree,&lt;br /&gt;Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air,&lt;br /&gt;And refused to fall, to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I'd made a horrible call,&lt;br /&gt;And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,&lt;br /&gt;And there was no doubt about which side I was on,&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I built you a home in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With rotten wood, and it decayed from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved treacherous streets,&lt;br /&gt;And kids strung out on homemade speed.&lt;br /&gt;And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;At all, woo, hoo, woo, hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause at night the sun in retreat&lt;br /&gt;Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,&lt;br /&gt;In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,&lt;br /&gt;But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;(No you can't find) And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;There were churches, theme parks and malls,&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing there all along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-225185485631087709?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/225185485631087709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3486114875672593532</id><published>2009-02-24T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:35:15.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Lonely Visitor by Chevelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am I alone in here?&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew you were here,&lt;br /&gt;Sister confirms suspicions,&lt;br /&gt;And beside the note,&lt;br /&gt;You left on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Where I held you so close.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd forget?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be more of a mess,&lt;br /&gt;For to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Used to be another way,&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;And separate feelings&lt;br /&gt;That I keep falling into.&lt;br /&gt;Each seem like good reasons,&lt;br /&gt;That I feel a break down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it shows up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying this for you,&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's answered I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems there's a choice,&lt;br /&gt;That began with a break,&lt;br /&gt;So today,&lt;br /&gt;Know that never again,&lt;br /&gt;Will I know you that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;And separate feelings&lt;br /&gt;That I keep falling into.&lt;br /&gt;Each seem like good reasons,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it shows up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying this for you,&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's answered I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3486114875672593532?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-678788136148570957</id><published>2009-02-24T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:33:44.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sword by Ashes Divide</title><content type='html'>Spreading your love from the tip of a sword&lt;br /&gt;Echoing the reason that poisons your&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you know what's good for us all&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could reach out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To silence you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a waste in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't need me to save you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to save you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing alone on the brink of a stone&lt;br /&gt;Trying to humanise the enemy inside you&lt;br /&gt;We're cut from the same cloth but we are&lt;br /&gt;Stained with the poison of pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sucking the life from the whole of the world&lt;br /&gt;Can't be confined or condemned to be&lt;br /&gt;Reduced to a place that's a violent resolve&lt;br /&gt;To the end they will try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And silence you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're a waste in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;The grace they describe&lt;br /&gt;Won't save you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your love from the tip of a sword&lt;br /&gt;Echoing your reason that poisons your&lt;br /&gt;Of all your fear, love, anymore??&lt;br /&gt;Let pride come before a fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see and leave for something more&lt;br /&gt;Than the things I'm confined and condemned to be&lt;br /&gt;They will know our needs and we won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;So that we may excuse our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them silence you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're a waste in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's a grace inside of you...&lt;br /&gt;I need tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8478835155365665515</id><published>2009-02-24T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:32:13.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waste a Moment by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>I’m not asking for much,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m alone and self anemic,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;If I could hold this hope inside my hands,&lt;br /&gt;You'd understand they let us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for much,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste a moment with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we're alone and self anemic,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for much,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste a moment,&lt;br /&gt;I could,&lt;br /&gt;Run, I could run, I could run, I could run,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, I could run, I could run, I could run,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, I could run, I could run, I could run,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, I could run, I could run, I could run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cover up your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So I can make sense of it all,&lt;br /&gt;You're waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut your eyes so I can make sense of it all,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make sense of it all,&lt;br /&gt;So I can make sense of it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8478835155365665515?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4224301075809786341</id><published>2009-02-16T22:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:29:38.297+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zihuatanejo by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Would you swim in this water&lt;br /&gt;Would you swim in this water&lt;br /&gt;Infected arms&lt;br /&gt;Smother us&lt;br /&gt;to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun moves around the earth,&lt;br /&gt;We will destroy those who come for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink from this water&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink from this water&lt;br /&gt;Infected eyes&lt;br /&gt;were Watching over us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun moves around the earth&lt;br /&gt;We will destroy those who come for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold when I, we will dry our souls in&lt;br /&gt;mourning, these cool kids want to help our heroes &lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun moves around the earth,&lt;br /&gt;We will destroy those who come for us&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4224301075809786341?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4224301075809786341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4224301075809786341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4224301075809786341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I by Fightstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overed and coarse&lt;br /&gt;I could wait my turn&lt;br /&gt;to pay them back&lt;br /&gt;So Original,&lt;br /&gt;Lets take it all back&lt;br /&gt;You can hide but I wont, how do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blacked out and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Take it away&lt;br /&gt;One look and you'll never believe,&lt;br /&gt;Because this cant hold us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wake up&lt;br /&gt;on my own&lt;br /&gt;If something happens&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up before you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever know&lt;br /&gt;That it can never hurt&lt;br /&gt;As much as this does&lt;br /&gt;Its so original&lt;br /&gt;Lets make this all work&lt;br /&gt;You could run but I wont, how do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blacked out and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Take it away&lt;br /&gt;One look and you'll never believe,&lt;br /&gt;That this wont hold us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wake up&lt;br /&gt;on my own&lt;br /&gt;If something happens&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up before you go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant hold us down&lt;br /&gt;This wont hold us down&lt;br /&gt;You cant hold us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wake up&lt;br /&gt;(If I wake up)&lt;br /&gt;On your own&lt;br /&gt;(On my own)&lt;br /&gt;If something happens&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;br /&gt;(You wont stop us now)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up before you go&lt;br /&gt;(this wont hold us down)&lt;br /&gt;I hope your happy on your own&lt;br /&gt;(you cant hold us down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-5335946148921629724?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5335946148921629724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=5335946148921629724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/5335946148921629724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/5335946148921629724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/grand-unification-pt-i-by-fightstar.html' title='Grand Unification Pt. I by Fightstar'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-694279508543572845</id><published>2009-02-16T22:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:21:30.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like a Star by Corrine Bailey Rae</title><content type='html'>Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honour to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this look i can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is au fait,&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven has been away too long,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the words to write this song,&lt;br /&gt;Oh.,..&lt;br /&gt;Your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand,&lt;br /&gt;The way it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we've been through that before,&lt;br /&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I wont let my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;To anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-694279508543572845?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/694279508543572845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=694279508543572845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/694279508543572845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/694279508543572845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-star-by-corrine-bailey-rae.html' title='Like a Star by Corrine Bailey Rae'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2743905728777395995</id><published>2009-02-13T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:40:43.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Words "Best Friend" Become Redefined by Chiodos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been hiding in this bed for weeks from this&lt;br /&gt;Throats raw from screaming and I haven't said a word&lt;br /&gt;The sky is calling, and the stars, they point to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a chair we see your breath in the air (breath in the air)&lt;br /&gt;but only for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Your cold pale skin and tainted purple lips&lt;br /&gt;Let me embrace you with this kiss&lt;br /&gt;And together we'll float like angels&lt;br /&gt;Together... together we will float like angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher than the heavens the clouds part ways&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me to never look down!", and we'll stay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your stomach feels weak, then my work here is done&lt;br /&gt;To hide from our twisted ways,&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding in this bed&lt;br /&gt;Been hiding in this bed for weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chiodos'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-575942917572420604</id><published>2009-02-13T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:39:01.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind's Mirror by Meshuggah</title><content type='html'>The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones,&lt;br /&gt;the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within;&lt;br /&gt;The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away&lt;br /&gt;at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treacherous this deceit to make no choice matter&lt;br /&gt;To have and yet lose yourself, until finally all reasons why are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;To live through ones own shadow. Mute and blinded, is to really see&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-575942917572420604?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/575942917572420604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=575942917572420604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/575942917572420604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/575942917572420604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/minds-mirror-by-meshuggah.html' title='Mind&apos;s Mirror by Meshuggah'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4508779952972237</id><published>2009-02-13T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:37:56.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Quit Lollygagging by Chiodos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Bite my tongue, right now the perfect time&lt;br /&gt;Do anything to make her happy&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means my being miserable&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's loving life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;With a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;With a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of a smile not being there&lt;br /&gt;My inner feelings would be shattered&lt;br /&gt;A piece of glass puncturing my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;With a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;With a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;And some day she will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;With a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;And some day she will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4508779952972237?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4508779952972237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4508779952972237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4508779952972237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4508779952972237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/lindsay-quit-lollygagging-by-chiodos.html' title='Lindsay Quit Lollygagging by Chiodos'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6554550408821092894</id><published>2009-02-13T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:35:48.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.44 Caliber Love Letter by Alexisonfire</title><content type='html'>Sifting through weathered photo albums&lt;br /&gt;(Does it make a difference?)&lt;br /&gt;Looking for gloriously aged polaroids&lt;br /&gt;(This is the way it is)&lt;br /&gt;(You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on the beach in perfect black and hide?)&lt;br /&gt;Of places you've never been.&lt;br /&gt;(I broke through this hollow shell that once held me so tight I couldn't breathe)&lt;br /&gt;A place to accept you don't exist&lt;br /&gt;(Come with me, jump off the edge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile for the camera sweetheart. I really wanna immortalize the moment."&lt;br /&gt;Just remember the first step in forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Is destroying all the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;With friends like you,&lt;br /&gt;Who needs subtext?&lt;br /&gt;Sub. Text. Sub. Text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a gun, make your shot.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for better shit.&lt;br /&gt;(Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})&lt;br /&gt;That reason for separation.&lt;br /&gt;(Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})&lt;br /&gt;Straight from... my... heart.&lt;br /&gt;Christened by your bullet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing patience.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess...&lt;br /&gt;It's my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Don't... remember.&lt;br /&gt;Don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6554550408821092894?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6554550408821092894/comments/default' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8377184627223778592</id><published>2009-02-06T21:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:49:31.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Gonna Be Alone by Nickelback</title><content type='html'>Time is going by, so much faster than I, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to regret not&lt;br /&gt;Spending all of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm, wondering why, &lt;br /&gt;I've kept this bottled inside, &lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting to regret &lt;br /&gt;Not telling all of it to you.&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on, &lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone!&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And now, as long as I can, &lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on with both hands, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause forever I believe &lt;br /&gt;That there's nothing I could need but you, &lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on, &lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all hope is gone, &lt;br /&gt;I know that you can carry on.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna take the world on, &lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta live every single day, &lt;br /&gt;Like it's the only one, &lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it slip away, &lt;br /&gt;Could be our only one, &lt;br /&gt;You know it's only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe our only one, what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 4:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time is going by, so much faster than I, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to regret not&lt;br /&gt;Telling all of this to you.&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone!&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on, &lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;When all hope is gone, &lt;br /&gt;I know that you can carry on.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna take the world on, &lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be there always, &lt;br /&gt;I won't be missing one more day, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be there always, &lt;br /&gt;I won't be missing one more day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8377184627223778592?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8377184627223778592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8377184627223778592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8377184627223778592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8377184627223778592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-gonna-be-alone-by-nickelback.html' title='Never Gonna Be Alone by Nickelback'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8422361170617025808</id><published>2009-02-06T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:48:03.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ulysses by Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>While I sit in here, a sentimental face stares&lt;br /&gt;And a voice says hi so&lt;br /&gt;So what you gotta what you gotta disdain&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;C’mon look so, you got next oh&lt;br /&gt;Walk twenty five miles oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m bored I’m bored&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found a new way&lt;br /&gt;I found a new way&lt;br /&gt;C’mon doll and use me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ulysses, My Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;No, bet you are now, boy&lt;br /&gt;So sinister, so sinister&lt;br /&gt;Last night was wild&lt;br /&gt;What’s a matter there, feeling kinda anxious?&lt;br /&gt;That heart that grew cold&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everyone, everybody knows it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everyone, everybody know it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll find a new way, baby oh …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then suddenly you know&lt;br /&gt;You’re never going home&lt;br /&gt;You’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never&lt;br /&gt;You’re never going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Ulysses, baby.&lt;br /&gt;No, la la la la whooo whoo&lt;br /&gt;You’re not Ulysses, whooo whoo&lt;br /&gt;La la la la, whooo whoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8422361170617025808?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8422361170617025808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8422361170617025808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8422361170617025808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8422361170617025808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/02/ulysses-by-franz-ferdinand.html' title='Ulysses by Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2372035379381676201</id><published>2009-02-06T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:39:16.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Desolation Row by Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;They're selling postcards of the hanging&lt;br /&gt;They're painting the passports brown&lt;br /&gt;The beauty parlor is filled with sailors&lt;br /&gt;The circus is in town&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the blind commissioner&lt;br /&gt;They've got him in a trance&lt;br /&gt;One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker&lt;br /&gt;The other is in his pants&lt;br /&gt;And the riot squad they're restless&lt;br /&gt;They need somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;As Lady and I look out tonight&lt;br /&gt;From Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cinderella, she seems so easy&lt;br /&gt;"It takes one to know one," she smiles&lt;br /&gt;And puts her hands in her back pockets&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis style&lt;br /&gt;And in comes Romeo, he's moaning&lt;br /&gt;"You Belong to Me I Believe"&lt;br /&gt;And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You better leave"&lt;br /&gt;And the only sound that's left&lt;br /&gt;After the ambulances go&lt;br /&gt;Is Cinderella sweeping up&lt;br /&gt;On Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now the moon is almost hidden&lt;br /&gt;The stars are beginning to hide&lt;br /&gt;The fortunetelling lady&lt;br /&gt;Has even taken all her things inside&lt;br /&gt;All except for Cain and Abel&lt;br /&gt;And the hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is making love&lt;br /&gt;Or else expecting rain&lt;br /&gt;And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing&lt;br /&gt;He's getting ready for the show&lt;br /&gt;He's going to the carnival tonight&lt;br /&gt;On Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window&lt;br /&gt;For her I feel so afraid&lt;br /&gt;On her twenty-second birthday&lt;br /&gt;She already is an old maid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To her, death is quite romantic&lt;br /&gt;She wears an iron vest&lt;br /&gt;Her profession's her religion&lt;br /&gt;Her sin is her lifelessness&lt;br /&gt;And though her eyes are fixed upon&lt;br /&gt;Noah's great rainbow&lt;br /&gt;She spends her time peeking&lt;br /&gt;Into Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;With his memories in a trunk&lt;br /&gt;Passed this way an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;With his friend, a jealous monk&lt;br /&gt;He looked so immaculately frightful&lt;br /&gt;As he bummed a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Then he went off sniffing drainpipes&lt;br /&gt;And reciting the alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Now you would not think to look at him&lt;br /&gt;But he was famous long ago&lt;br /&gt;For playing the electric violin&lt;br /&gt;On Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dr. Filth, he keeps his world&lt;br /&gt;Inside of a leather cup&lt;br /&gt;But all his sexless patients&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to blow it up&lt;br /&gt;Now his nurse, some local loser&lt;br /&gt;She's in charge of the cyanide hole&lt;br /&gt;And she also keeps the cards that read&lt;br /&gt;"Have Mercy on His Soul"&lt;br /&gt;They all play on penny whistles&lt;br /&gt;You can hear them blow&lt;br /&gt;If you lean your head out far enough&lt;br /&gt;From Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Across the street they've nailed the curtains&lt;br /&gt;They're getting ready for the feast&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;A perfect image of a priest&lt;br /&gt;They're spoonfeeding Casanova&lt;br /&gt;To get him to feel more assured&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll kill him with self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;After poisoning him with words&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls&lt;br /&gt;"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know&lt;br /&gt;Casanova is just being punished for going&lt;br /&gt;To Desolation Row"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now at midnight all the agents&lt;br /&gt;And the superhuman crew&lt;br /&gt;Come out and round up everyone&lt;br /&gt;That knows more than they do&lt;br /&gt;Then they bring them to the factory&lt;br /&gt;Where the heart-attack machine&lt;br /&gt;Is strapped across their shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And then the kerosene&lt;br /&gt;Is brought down from the castles&lt;br /&gt;By insurance men who go&lt;br /&gt;Check to see that nobody is escaping&lt;br /&gt;To Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Praise be to Nero's Neptune&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic sails at dawn&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's shouting&lt;br /&gt;"Which Side Are You On?"&lt;br /&gt;And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot&lt;br /&gt;Fighting in the captain's tower&lt;br /&gt;While calypso singers laugh at them&lt;br /&gt;And fishermen hold flowers&lt;br /&gt;Between the windows of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Where lovely mermaids flow&lt;br /&gt;And nobody has to think too much&lt;br /&gt;About Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I received your letter yesterday&lt;br /&gt;(About the time the door knob broke)&lt;br /&gt;When you asked how I was doing&lt;br /&gt;Was that some kind of joke?&lt;br /&gt;All these people that you mention&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know them, they're quite lame&lt;br /&gt;I had to rearrange their faces&lt;br /&gt;And give them all another name&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't read too good&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me no more letters no&lt;br /&gt;Not unless you mail them&lt;br /&gt;From Desolation Row&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2372035379381676201?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2898754426044636350</id><published>2009-01-31T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:53:24.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honor Thy Father by Dream Theater</title><content type='html'>We're taught unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;That blood is thicker than water&lt;br /&gt;That a parent's world would revolve&lt;br /&gt;Always around their son or their daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pretended I was your own&lt;br /&gt;And even believed that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;But were always threatened by some&lt;br /&gt;Invisible blood line that only you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took advantage of an outreached hand&lt;br /&gt;And twisted it to meet your every need&lt;br /&gt;''Gimme time to re-charge my batteries,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her when she's older and I'll bounce her on my knee''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well listen to me you ungrateful fool&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a dose of reality&lt;br /&gt;You'll go to your grave a sad and lonely man&lt;br /&gt;The door is now closed on your pathetic little plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to run away with nothing in tow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever sleep a wink at night&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;And have the nerve to blame this mess on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I seen someone&lt;br /&gt;So ignorant to the damage he has done&lt;br /&gt;You're the rotted root in the family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried your 4 bill therapy&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make amends&lt;br /&gt;But nothing could lure you out of your selfish shell again&lt;br /&gt;Expecting everyone to bow and kiss your feet&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see respect is not a one way street&lt;br /&gt;Blaming everyone for all that you've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my peace of mind when you hear this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;And with every passing day true colors show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever sleep a wink at night&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;And have the balls to blame this mess on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I seen someone&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the damage he has done&lt;br /&gt;You're the rotted root in the family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch where you walk&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare cross the crooked step&lt;br /&gt;Watch the way you talk&lt;br /&gt;Don't cross the crooked step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["This is a regret that you make"]&lt;br /&gt;["We're still connected"]&lt;br /&gt;["This is a regret that you make-"]&lt;br /&gt;["I want my family back"]&lt;br /&gt;["-and there's something you take"]&lt;br /&gt;["I'm sorry for you, but it's too late…"]&lt;br /&gt;["Mistakes like this… You won't make"]&lt;br /&gt;["Don't you see anything?"]&lt;br /&gt;["You make some… And they'll get to you"]&lt;br /&gt;["You don't love anybody"]&lt;br /&gt;["I gave you money, I gave you a car, I took you in-"]&lt;br /&gt;["It's not OK, son"]&lt;br /&gt;["-but don't that mean something?"]&lt;br /&gt;["A little… No… You can do better"]&lt;br /&gt;["That's the point…"]&lt;br /&gt;["God damn regrets!"]&lt;br /&gt;["You deserve to die alone for what you've done!!"]&lt;br /&gt;["GOD DAMN REGRETS!"]&lt;br /&gt;["Don't deny it"]&lt;br /&gt;["The biggest regret in my life"]&lt;br /&gt;["I've let my love go"]&lt;br /&gt;["I'm your blood… I'm your family"]&lt;br /&gt;["Thank you"]&lt;br /&gt;["What did I do?"]&lt;br /&gt;["You're not my family, not anymore"]&lt;br /&gt;["The fucking regrets!"]&lt;br /&gt;["I'm your own flesh and blood"]&lt;br /&gt;["What did I do?"]&lt;br /&gt;["You know"]&lt;br /&gt;["WHAT DID I DO?!!"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;Chauvinistic, heartless, selfish, cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever sleep a wink at night&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;And have the balls to blame this shit on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I seen someone&lt;br /&gt;So fucking blind to the damage he has done&lt;br /&gt;You're the rotted root in the family tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2898754426044636350?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2898754426044636350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2898754426044636350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2898754426044636350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2898754426044636350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/honor-thy-father-by-dream-theater.html' title='Honor Thy Father by Dream Theater'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3014955741972301758</id><published>2009-01-31T20:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:51:52.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brain Stew by Green Day</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble trying to sleep &lt;br /&gt;I'm counting sheep but running out &lt;br /&gt;As time ticks by &lt;br /&gt;And still I try &lt;br /&gt;No rest for crosstops in my mind &lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go &lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed &lt;br /&gt;Dried up and bulging out my skull &lt;br /&gt;My mouth is dry &lt;br /&gt;My face is numb &lt;br /&gt;Fucked up and spun out in my room &lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go &lt;br /&gt;My mind is set on overdrive &lt;br /&gt;The clock is laughing in my face &lt;br /&gt;A crooked spine &lt;br /&gt;My sense dulled &lt;br /&gt;Passed the point of delerium &lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3014955741972301758?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3014955741972301758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=3014955741972301758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3014955741972301758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3014955741972301758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-stew-by-green-day.html' title='Brain Stew by Green Day'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-9073622118555383291</id><published>2009-01-31T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:51:02.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take the Skinheads Bowling by the Manic Street Preachers</title><content type='html'>Every day, I get up and pray to Jah&lt;br /&gt;And he increases the number of&lt;br /&gt;clocks by exactly one&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days&lt;br /&gt;Last night there were skinheads on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that bowling&lt;br /&gt;alleys got big lanes&lt;br /&gt;(Got big lanes, got big lanes)&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that bowling&lt;br /&gt;alleys all look the same&lt;br /&gt;(Look the same, look the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Find more Lyrics at &lt;a style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/6wVY"&gt;www.mp3lyrics.org/6wVY&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a line here that goes here&lt;br /&gt;that rhymes with anything&lt;br /&gt;(Anything, anything)&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream, but&lt;br /&gt;I forget what it was&lt;br /&gt;(What it was, what it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night about you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream - I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;sleep next to plastic&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream - I wanted to lick your knees&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream - it was about nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take the skinheads bowling&lt;br /&gt;Take them bowling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-9073622118555383291?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/9073622118555383291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-3740859921571564001</id><published>2009-01-31T20:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:49:39.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HTML Rulez D00d by The Devil Wears Prada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and yet, I've been cleansed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I've been cleansed with the water.&lt;br /&gt;A purity no mind can grasp.&lt;br /&gt;A purity so cool upon my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision that I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;This is the action that spawns from the end.&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, I've been watching the world breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies here.&lt;br /&gt;What lies here,&lt;br /&gt;Are mountains composed of tombstones, tombstones, tombstones, tombstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine these beautiful faces, keep singing now, keep singing now.&lt;br /&gt;Examine these beautiful faces, keep singing now.&lt;br /&gt;Examine these beautiful faces. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we push bedlam noise to the state of blissfulness?&lt;br /&gt;Display her beauty to the people, to the people. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purity no mind can grasp.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-3740859921571564001?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/3740859921571564001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=3740859921571564001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3740859921571564001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/3740859921571564001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/html-rulez-d00d-by-devil-wears-prada.html' title='HTML Rulez D00d by The Devil Wears Prada'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-724660803713568509</id><published>2009-01-22T14:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:30:56.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like Flies to the Light by Trivium</title><content type='html'>Behold our beloved rebels in tragedy (in tragedy)&lt;br /&gt;Self-denying avarice for bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;Behold hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who run will be burned X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly wished for blinded eyes&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy's like light to flies&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope's left in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold our beloved rebels in tragedy (in tragedy)&lt;br /&gt;Self-denying avarice for bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;Behold hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who run will be back X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly wished for blinded eyes&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy's like light to flies&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope's left in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly wished for blinded eyes&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy's like light to flies&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope'sleft in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope's left in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly wished for blinded eyes&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy's like light to flies&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope'sleft in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;br /&gt;This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes (bleeding out the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;hope's left in chain suspension,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto lies to make the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-724660803713568509?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/724660803713568509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=724660803713568509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Is a tiny prayer to father time&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at my shoes in the ICU&lt;br /&gt;That reeked of piss and 409&lt;br /&gt;And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve already taken too much today&lt;br /&gt;As each descending peak on the LCD&lt;br /&gt;Took you a little farther away from me&lt;br /&gt;Away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines&lt;br /&gt;In a place where we only say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend&lt;br /&gt;On a faulty camera in our minds&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose&lt;br /&gt;Than to have never lain beside at all&lt;br /&gt;And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground&lt;br /&gt;As the TV entertained itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news&lt;br /&gt;And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lift their heads&lt;br /&gt;But I’m thinking of what Sarah said&lt;br /&gt;That love is watching someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who’s gonna watch you die? So whos gonna watch you die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4009078215353216585?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4009078215353216585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4009078215353216585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4009078215353216585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4009078215353216585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-sarah-said-by-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-7517564769102076689</id><published>2009-01-22T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:26:11.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lurch by the Dillinger Escape Plan</title><content type='html'>I don't know your name from my window&lt;br /&gt;Do you lust for fame or forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll give you everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll give you everything you need&lt;br /&gt;You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day&lt;br /&gt;Now you've stuffed your throat&lt;br /&gt;You've walked on your burial ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh you'll draw the crowd&lt;br /&gt;With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues&lt;br /&gt;Your picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweety there's no sense in crying when you're above them all&lt;br /&gt;Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when you fall&lt;br /&gt;You wear your skin so fresh&lt;br /&gt;Your smell intoxicates&lt;br /&gt;Little starlet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7517564769102076689?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7517564769102076689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7517564769102076689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7517564769102076689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/7517564769102076689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/lurch-by-dillinger-escape-plan.html' title='Lurch by the Dillinger Escape Plan'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8936275112533116993</id><published>2009-01-15T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:35:57.474+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lexington by Chiodos</title><content type='html'>The fields are near and I won't trust the air with secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop holding this treasure in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;For all the water in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;could never turn this swan's legs from black to white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them say, let them say, let them say what they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you say the things that make me want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on drinking, celebrating something&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you and said that I'm forever yours&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me and said oh the idea of being in love&lt;br /&gt;The idea. The idea of being forever yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you say the things that make me want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming from the inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;A lonely and pleading phantasm.&lt;br /&gt;We only get what we see&lt;br /&gt;Gazing so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Between the things that we fear&lt;br /&gt;Gazing so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate delusions.&lt;br /&gt;We're watching segregating illusions.&lt;br /&gt;Between the things that we see, and the things that we fear.&lt;br /&gt;No, no it won't make them disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving my arms...ever, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you say the things that make me want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want me to let go, honey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8936275112533116993?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8936275112533116993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8936275112533116993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8936275112533116993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8936275112533116993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/lexington-by-chiodos.html' title='Lexington by Chiodos'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2995400347748292099</id><published>2009-01-15T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:33:25.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Contractor by Lamb of God</title><content type='html'>Stomping lines in international sand,&lt;br /&gt;feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man. &lt;br /&gt;Quench his thirst; when black water rises&lt;br /&gt;He takes you around toward the burning horizon &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride,&lt;br /&gt; We're rollin' round irate, someone has got to die &lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat, in dying need &lt;br /&gt;So roll the dice as we leave,&lt;br /&gt; 'cause it's 8 miles of pure luck with warm bags of... (???????)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaran-fucking-teed,&lt;br /&gt; Someone will bleed. &lt;br /&gt;Guaran-fucking-teed,&lt;br /&gt; Someone will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Privatize to conceal all the lies,&lt;br /&gt; Big Business is booming,  like its the fourth of July.&lt;br /&gt;  No need for all the formalities,  Jump the kangaroo corpse,&lt;br /&gt; and flank beneath the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride,&lt;br /&gt;Running red lights in a green zone,&lt;br /&gt; Someone has got to die.  &lt;br /&gt;(Pity me?) there's nothing here to see,&lt;br /&gt; So throw the dice for me please, and let's &lt;br /&gt;Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Guaran-fucking-teed,&lt;br /&gt; Just sign the deed. &lt;br /&gt;Guaran-fucking-teed,&lt;br /&gt; Someone will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has got to die.&lt;br /&gt;Ours is not to reason why&lt;br /&gt;Ours is but to do if the pay rate's right.&lt;br /&gt;Black liquid assets, fuck the Mujahideen,&lt;br /&gt;Paint their picket fences Red with the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hammer-hammer down,&lt;br /&gt;get the job done right.&lt;br /&gt;Jacked up; and cocked in, to a firefight.&lt;br /&gt;Covert reactions said you never saw me.&lt;br /&gt;A glass parking lot in the American Dream.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all die.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaran-fucking-teed,  Someone will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hammer-hammer down,&lt;br /&gt;get the job done right.&lt;br /&gt;Jacked up; and cocked in, to a firefight.&lt;br /&gt;Covert reactions said you never saw me.&lt;br /&gt;A glass parking lot in the American Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2995400347748292099?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-6440477867303072240</id><published>2009-01-08T22:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:29:43.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sing for Absolution by Muse</title><content type='html'>lips are turning blue&lt;br /&gt;a kiss that can't renew&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiptoe to your room&lt;br /&gt;a starlight in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;and you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nowhere left to hide&lt;br /&gt;in no one to confide&lt;br /&gt;the truth runs deep inside&lt;br /&gt;and will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lips are turning blue&lt;br /&gt;a kiss that can't renew&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wrongs remain unrectified&lt;br /&gt;and our souls won't be exhumed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6440477867303072240?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/6440477867303072240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=6440477867303072240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6440477867303072240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/6440477867303072240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/sing-for-absolution-by-muse.html' title='Sing for Absolution by Muse'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4148434630228754133</id><published>2009-01-08T22:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:29:03.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter From Janelle by Chiodos</title><content type='html'>We make the sun shine, we make come on&lt;br /&gt;Move with me. move with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to&lt;br /&gt;Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to&lt;br /&gt;Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present&lt;br /&gt;Whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Move with me. move with me.&lt;br /&gt;Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing&lt;br /&gt;Move with me. move with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to&lt;br /&gt;Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to&lt;br /&gt;Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a paradox,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it, isn't it&lt;br /&gt;[x5]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4148434630228754133?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4148434630228754133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4148434630228754133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4148434630228754133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4148434630228754133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-from-janelle-by-chiodos.html' title='Letter From Janelle by Chiodos'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-1184918684315120316</id><published>2009-01-08T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:27:27.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Disgustipated by Tool</title><content type='html'>And the angel of the lord came unto me. snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on&lt;br /&gt;High, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself. and he brought me into a&lt;br /&gt;Vast farmland of our own midwest. and as we descended, cries of impending doom arose from the&lt;br /&gt;Soil. one thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. and terror possessed me then. and I begged:&lt;br /&gt;angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?  and the angel said unto me: these are the cries&lt;br /&gt;Of the carrots. the cries of the carrot. you see, reverend maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to&lt;br /&gt;Them, it is the holocaust. and I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat with the tears of one million&lt;br /&gt;Terrified brothers and roared: hear me now, I have seen the light. they have a consciousness! they&lt;br /&gt;Have a life! they have a soul. damn you! let the rabbits wear glasses. save our brothers. can I get an&lt;br /&gt;Amen. can I get a haleluia. thank you, jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Life feeds on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. you looked up at your sky. that made blue be your&lt;br /&gt;Color. you had your knife there with you, too. when you stood up, there was goo all over your&lt;br /&gt;Clothes. your hands were sticky. you wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. oh,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this. you were already getting nervous again. your&lt;br /&gt;Head hurt, and it rang when you stood up. your head was amost empty. it always hurt you when you&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like this. you crawled up out of your ditch, onto your gravel road, and you began to walk,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. you could see the car parked far down the&lt;br /&gt;Road, and you walked toward it. if God is our father, you thought, then satan must be our cousin. why&lt;br /&gt;Didnt anyone else understand these important things. when you got to your car, you tried all the doors.&lt;br /&gt;They were locked. it was a red car, and it was new. there was an expensive leather camera case&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the seat. out across your field you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. you&lt;br /&gt;Began to walk towards them. now red was your color. and of course, those little people out there&lt;br /&gt;Were yours, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1184918684315120316?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1184918684315120316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1184918684315120316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1184918684315120316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1184918684315120316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2009/01/disgustipated-by-tool.html' title='Disgustipated by 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don't return my calls&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't got the time to remember how it was&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold in this house&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold in this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, I can't dream&lt;br /&gt;An aversion to light&lt;br /&gt;Got a fear of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like drinking poison, like eating glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold in this house&lt;br /&gt;Come and show me how it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got crosses on our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Been walking into the walls again&lt;br /&gt;We've got crosses on our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Been walking into the furniture&lt;br /&gt;We've got crosses on our eyes&lt;br /&gt;For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse&lt;br /&gt;We've got crosses on our eyes&lt;br /&gt;We've been walking into the furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Party'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8447765233419776694</id><published>2009-01-04T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:42:22.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event by Deftones</title><content type='html'>No more gold lights for the queen earth to keep you warm in your kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;High on the waves you make for us&lt;br /&gt;But not since you left have the waves come&lt;br /&gt;The bar is dead and the rocket's rain is keeping you wet in your deathbed&lt;br /&gt;so high on the waves you made for us&lt;br /&gt;And not since you left have the waves come... have the waves come...&lt;div 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Deftones'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-21120321955324138</id><published>2008-12-31T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:29:54.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Intensity in Ten Cities by Chiodos</title><content type='html'>I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for my...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's every time I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;a silence so sudden that I seem to hear it&lt;br /&gt;(Smiles turn to frowns)&lt;br /&gt;Contact saying that you are the rain on their parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how long could you hang on to a word?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's all eyes on him&lt;br /&gt;in love with ego and intention&lt;br /&gt;the eyes that are just begging me for more.&lt;br /&gt;This is gone and I can see it&lt;br /&gt;your head is full of words,&lt;br /&gt;full of words that don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how long could you hang on to a word?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'&lt;br /&gt;(If that's how you feel, then what's there to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but when you look in my eyes, you will know the truth.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-21120321955324138?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/21120321955324138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=21120321955324138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/21120321955324138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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settles in&lt;br /&gt;My bones feel like they're breaking through my skin&lt;br /&gt;Well God damn you&lt;br /&gt;You're feeding on my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;What an awful way to live&lt;br /&gt;What a way to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this place&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm stuck in a rut &lt;br /&gt;And I cannot &lt;br /&gt;My lungs are filling up with dust&lt;br /&gt;I feel bruised and broken with no one left to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicious settles in&lt;br /&gt;My bones feel like they're breaking through my skin&lt;br /&gt;Well God damn you&lt;br /&gt;You're feeding on my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But I will not let you win&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you win &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/1195334329.jpg" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-6604489375099114976?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-2880608846103828085</id><published>2008-12-31T01:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:23:44.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Furtive Monologue by Despised Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This in audible voice has flattered my ears&lt;br /&gt;An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being&lt;br /&gt;This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine&lt;br /&gt;All the weight I've been carrying vanished for a valuable instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when this curtain will fall&lt;br /&gt;Masks will be shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction I devour is not retribution&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow's my devotion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be rewarded with your degradation&lt;br /&gt;Nourished by bitter passions,&lt;br /&gt;My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched&lt;br /&gt;No retribution&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow's my devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A furtive monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unspoiled opus wasn't meant to persist eternally&lt;br /&gt;Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets&lt;br /&gt;This theatrical masquerade will be lead&lt;br /&gt;to its irrevocable ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day or another,&lt;br /&gt;One day when this curtain will fall&lt;br /&gt;Masks will be shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2880608846103828085?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2880608846103828085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-464923449285240684</id><published>2008-12-26T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:48:36.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Absurd and Unrealistic Dream of Peace by Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;From the fields of the burning wheat&lt;br /&gt;to the corners of the black arcades&lt;br /&gt;we hold our hopes like cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;then we leave them dying in the grass&lt;br /&gt;the road is running out&lt;br /&gt;we've seen it over our shoulder&lt;br /&gt;With everything thing we (did??)&lt;br /&gt;fields of flowers&lt;br /&gt;(barbed wired??) towers&lt;br /&gt;they're in recession&lt;br /&gt;with everything we (said??)&lt;br /&gt;freedom faded&lt;br /&gt;like voices ringing&lt;br /&gt;I feel it drifting away&lt;br /&gt;when you raise your head&lt;br /&gt;and you fall down to your knees&lt;br /&gt;while you wait for Him&lt;br /&gt;we're running fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;down the street with no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;we were floating in the sea&lt;br /&gt;with flags all around&lt;br /&gt;but now the colours have washed out&lt;br /&gt;they were not innocent or free&lt;br /&gt;and your bombers ride in the shotgun sky&lt;br /&gt;they all turned into lights&lt;br /&gt;spread like stars across the trembling black night&lt;br /&gt;they're calling you now&lt;br /&gt;make a sign of the southern cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;tears of wonder&lt;br /&gt;rolling thunder off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;with everything we did&lt;br /&gt;freedom faded&lt;br /&gt;like voices ringing&lt;br /&gt;I feel it drifting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you raise your head&lt;br /&gt;and you fall down to your knees&lt;br /&gt;do you feel ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;we're running fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;down the street with no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me home&lt;br /&gt;keep running as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;because there's no place to turn&lt;br /&gt;on the street with no end&lt;br /&gt;bombs blast and bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;flags flying and we all keep on marching to heaven&lt;br /&gt;find out we all fall down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-464923449285240684?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/464923449285240684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=464923449285240684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/464923449285240684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/464923449285240684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/12/absurd-and-unrealistic-dream-of-peace.html' title='An Absurd and Unrealistic Dream of Peace by Thursday'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4762594191573333366</id><published>2008-12-26T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:47:08.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your Song by Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4762594191573333366?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4762594191573333366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4762594191573333366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4762594191573333366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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must have seen her dancing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus freaks out in the street&lt;br /&gt;Handing tickets out for God&lt;br /&gt;Turning back she just laughs&lt;br /&gt;The boulevard is not that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano man he makes his stand&lt;br /&gt;In the auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Looking on she sings the songs&lt;br /&gt;The words she knows the tune she hums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh how it feels so real&lt;br /&gt;Lying here with no one near&lt;br /&gt;Only you and you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;When I say softly slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closer tiny dancer&lt;br /&gt;Count the headlights on the highway&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down in sheets of linen&lt;br /&gt;you had a busy day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band&lt;br /&gt;Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man&lt;br /&gt;Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2426624784961941166?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2426624784961941166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2426624784961941166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2426624784961941166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/2426624784961941166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/12/tiny-dancer-by-elton-john.html' title='Tiny Dancer by Elton John'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4012908666897216331</id><published>2008-12-19T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:26:05.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies by Puddle of Mudd</title><content type='html'>Aint much time left in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm all stressed out time to fly&lt;br /&gt;Im on my way&lt;br /&gt;Im on my way&lt;br /&gt;I cant let go&lt;br /&gt;I cant wake up&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more step and im falling off the mountain&lt;br /&gt;One more pill who cares nobodys counting&lt;br /&gt;They told me to sing it to the birds&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to the birds&lt;br /&gt;Noones listening&lt;br /&gt;One more step and im falling off the mountain&lt;br /&gt;The mountain sang to me&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;The mountain sang to me&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up on this little bitty hill&lt;br /&gt;Will i make something out of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up on this little bitty hill&lt;br /&gt;Will i make something out of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I can't wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (dont you know)&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint much time left in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm all strung out time to fly&lt;br /&gt;Im on my way&lt;br /&gt;Im on my way&lt;br /&gt;I cant let go&lt;br /&gt;I cant wake up&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;(dont you know time flies)&lt;br /&gt;Flies...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Flies...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4012908666897216331?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4012908666897216331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4012908666897216331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4012908666897216331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4012908666897216331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-flies-by-puddle-of-mudd.html' title='Time Flies by Puddle of Mudd'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4525272818503230314</id><published>2008-12-19T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:24:10.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Human by The Killers</title><content type='html'>I did my best to notice&lt;br /&gt;When the call came down the line&lt;br /&gt;Up to the platform of surrender&lt;br /&gt;I was brought but I was kind&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I get nervous&lt;br /&gt;When I see an open door&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clear your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;My sign is vital&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay my respects to grace and virtue&lt;br /&gt;Send my condolences to good&lt;br /&gt;Give my regards to soul and romance,&lt;br /&gt;They always did the best they could&lt;br /&gt;And so long to devotion&lt;br /&gt;You taught me everything I know&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well..&lt;br /&gt;You've got to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;My sign is vital&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your system be alright&lt;br /&gt;When you dream of home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;There is no message we're receiving&lt;br /&gt;Let me know is your heart still beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;My sign is vital&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;My sign is vital&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;Are we human&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we dancer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4525272818503230314?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4525272818503230314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4525272818503230314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4525272818503230314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4525272818503230314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-by-killers.html' title='Human by The Killers'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-734332543575185353</id><published>2008-12-19T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:23:08.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek by Blue October</title><content type='html'>I try to stay on top of you&lt;br /&gt;To hold your body down&lt;br /&gt;Your shaking seems to hinder&lt;br /&gt;Every grasp that I had found&lt;br /&gt;Moving every inch around you&lt;br /&gt;to diffuse your private bomb&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my self surrounding&lt;br /&gt;And protecting you from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use a wallet for your mouth&lt;br /&gt;So when you bite you will not bleed&lt;br /&gt;I drilled a wire through my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And let it down and out my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re pulling out the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah which never ever comes&lt;br /&gt;This wire is all that’s left of me&lt;br /&gt;And its hooked within my gums, within my gums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So drill it, so drill it, so hard i feel it (so hard)…it’s Okay now x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to show I'd bleed for this&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself to shame&lt;br /&gt;To get to know who this masochist&lt;br /&gt;Who’s stolen my first name&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he’s a teacher&lt;br /&gt;Holding all my weight at ease&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher seems to split in two&lt;br /&gt;Destroying both his knees&lt;br /&gt;and now crawling I position myself&lt;br /&gt;Below your broken wings&lt;br /&gt;I lift your  feathered left arm&lt;br /&gt;Where you hide your heart from me&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed it was swollen&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of brutal pain&lt;br /&gt;I never knew a heart could live inside&lt;br /&gt;The rust from all your rain, all your rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think to bring a washcloth&lt;br /&gt;Or to rub away the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Myself &amp;amp; I we share&lt;br /&gt;This barely beating heart of hurt&lt;br /&gt;and when the hurt comes there’s an argument&lt;br /&gt;A fight to save a smile&lt;br /&gt;A small attack on human tears&lt;br /&gt;To dry them for a while&lt;br /&gt;A dream we all should count on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a vision I believe&lt;br /&gt;And where confidence is found&lt;br /&gt;Attached to wires on a sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And where loneliness is history&lt;br /&gt;Told to pack his shit and leave&lt;br /&gt;And when guidance is a fortune&lt;br /&gt;Told to help in time of need&lt;br /&gt;And where crying isn’t secret&lt;br /&gt;It’s the art of how we grieve&lt;br /&gt;And lessons are the key&lt;br /&gt;To every goal I will achieve, I will achieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-734332543575185353?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/734332543575185353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=734332543575185353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/734332543575185353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;This storm that's broken me&lt;br /&gt;My only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this river all shall fade to black&lt;br /&gt;In this river ain't no coming back&lt;br /&gt;In this river all shall fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawn I step away&lt;br /&gt;Just to find myself&lt;br /&gt;The door is closed again&lt;br /&gt;The only one left&lt;br /&gt;This storm that's broken me&lt;br /&gt;My only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;In this river all shall fade to black&lt;br /&gt;In this river ain't no coming back&lt;br /&gt;In this river all shall fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no coming back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Society'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-847323718682903717</id><published>2008-12-16T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:45:15.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Society by Eddie Vedder</title><content type='html'>Oh it's a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;We have a greed, with which we have agreed...&lt;br /&gt;and you think you have to want more than you need...&lt;br /&gt;until you have it all, you won't be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society, you're a crazy breed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want more than you have, you think you need...&lt;br /&gt;and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find a bigger place...&lt;br /&gt;cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society, you're a crazy breed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;br /&gt;Society, crazy indeed...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,&lt;br /&gt;but if less is more, how you keepin' score?&lt;br /&gt;It means for every point you make, your level drops.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like you're startin' from the top...&lt;br /&gt;and you can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society, you're a crazy breed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;br /&gt;Society, crazy indeed...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely, without me&lt;br /&gt;Society, have mercy on me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not angry, if I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Society, crazy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely...&lt;br /&gt;without me.&lt;div 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Vedder'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-4802484999602051147</id><published>2008-12-10T23:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:12:34.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Common Reactor by Silversun Pickups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's the common reactor&lt;br /&gt;It's the long way out&lt;br /&gt;It's the stream of a motion blur&lt;br /&gt;That swirls around til you drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the colorless picture&lt;br /&gt;In a heart shaped frame&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette of a dough eyed girl&lt;br /&gt;Who at one point had a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;No I couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the window panes&lt;br /&gt;And separate the walls from all the nails&lt;br /&gt;Cuz maybe if we're loud we'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;While everybody wants to join the fight&lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush away all the memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep the cries curbside&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ashing on the images&lt;br /&gt;That have all been caught inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;No i couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;No i couldn't put it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the window panes&lt;br /&gt;And separate the walls from all the nails&lt;br /&gt;Cuz maybe if we're loud we'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;While everybody wants to join the fight&lt;br /&gt;Cut even if we barricade the door and seal it with the&lt;br /&gt;Blood found on the floor&lt;br /&gt;We're always going to cross the finish line&lt;br /&gt;While everybody wants to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-4802484999602051147?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/4802484999602051147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=4802484999602051147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4802484999602051147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/4802484999602051147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;'Cause she couldn't ever catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I know why&lt;br /&gt;Because when I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just see the sky&lt;br /&gt;When I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Well I, just see the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t love you I'm just passing the time&lt;br /&gt;You could love me if I knew how to lie&lt;br /&gt;But who could love me?&lt;br /&gt;I am out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Throwing a line out to sea&lt;br /&gt;To see if I can catch a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was always in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even see me&lt;br /&gt;But that girl had so much love&lt;br /&gt;She'd wanna kiss you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she'd wanna kiss you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she won the world at a carnival&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it didn’t ruin her&lt;br /&gt;I just made her more interesting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I didn't ruin her&lt;br /&gt;Just made her more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I know why&lt;br /&gt;Because when I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just see the sky&lt;br /&gt;When I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Well I, just see the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t love you I'm just passing the time&lt;br /&gt;You could love me if I knew how to lie&lt;br /&gt;But who could love me?&lt;br /&gt;I am out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Throwing a line out to sea&lt;br /&gt;To see if I can catch a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2974343838841841053?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2974343838841841053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2974343838841841053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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your mouth&lt;br /&gt;And selective irreverence&lt;br /&gt;We'll both see stars, just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE!&lt;br /&gt;MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Tongue!&lt;br /&gt;Kiss before the sky falls&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;This cloud we're hovering on&lt;br /&gt;To send us off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill your doubt&lt;br /&gt;With the coldest of weapons&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;br /&gt;No more words, OOooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Just the sound of resplendent&lt;br /&gt;Tongues colliding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE!&lt;br /&gt;MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Tongue!&lt;br /&gt;Kiss before the sky falls&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;This cloud we're hovering on&lt;br /&gt;To send us off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off!&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to send us off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, there you are&lt;br /&gt;On a wire connecting our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Theres a string, and it's tied, to a kite&lt;br /&gt;Theres a storm, in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Now the clouds become electric&lt;br /&gt;There you are, here I am&lt;br /&gt;Could I&lt;br /&gt;Have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8157011172078752153?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8157011172078752153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8157011172078752153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8157011172078752153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I'm not about to bury myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God! My hands are shaking again&lt;br /&gt;Calm down! Now I can't feel the floor&lt;br /&gt;And my vision takes it's toll on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God! It's racing through my veins&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid there must be some kinda mistake&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm in over my head again&lt;br /&gt;reach in and grab a hold of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I've started to slip&lt;br /&gt;They say that I'll never change&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;I hear the calling but its passing through&lt;br /&gt;Clean me up show me how to live&lt;br /&gt;Tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Let me start again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-7510780252074376010?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/7510780252074376010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=7510780252074376010' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;My disposition is in a position for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Regretless for how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuase the cause of all the pause you think you see&lt;br /&gt;Is really concentration on the steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everybody watching and passing judgement on&lt;br /&gt;Every little move and decision I make&lt;br /&gt;How can I be an individual with the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;With 8 other planets to take&lt;br /&gt;And with everything happening, gunshots clappin&lt;br /&gt;And people all running in every direction&lt;br /&gt;With their hands up prayin for the drama to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hand out lookin for some money to spend&lt;br /&gt;The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the way&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;The way i work so hard for things, they just take away from me&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm workin harder than 100 black mules outta Mexico&lt;br /&gt;No water, no clouds, no cover&lt;br /&gt;From the hotter than hell, no dinner bell&lt;br /&gt;Empty oven again from another bad opinion&lt;br /&gt;I mean who doesn't want the cars, money, fame attention, bars, honeys&lt;br /&gt;Games, attention, stars, funny how we saw we don't need it&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and try to achieve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that they say about me&lt;br /&gt;The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the way&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;The way i work so hard for things, they just take away from me&lt;br /&gt;I got a bullet with a name on it&lt;br /&gt;Bullet with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that they say about me&lt;br /&gt;And everything that they make me need&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing when they're taking everything away from me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone trying to make it harder, and everyone saying I would never be&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but a name, on the bullet that I aim...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-266172412834754268?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/266172412834754268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=266172412834754268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that little child&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me and such a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what I choose is my choice&lt;br /&gt;Whats a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And leave you like they left me here&lt;br /&gt;To wither in denial&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness of one whos left alone&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a little boy&lt;br /&gt;So old in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And what I choose is my voice&lt;br /&gt;Whats a boy supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;The killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;Send this smile over to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8380646113006316747?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8380646113006316747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8380646113006316747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8380646113006316747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/8380646113006316747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/11/disarm-by-smashing-pumpkins.html' title='Disarm by The Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-140125141072380872</id><published>2008-11-26T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:55:53.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blood of the Scribe by Lamb of God</title><content type='html'>All of this comes crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;Cornerstone's gone&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;No end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest comes easy, to the guiltless&lt;br /&gt;The vampire laments, as he prays, for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the bone, rob the grave&lt;br /&gt;Unearth the stone, lay to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Defile the tomb, rip the page&lt;br /&gt;Strip mine the vein, lay to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Frayed at the edge, flat lined.&lt;br /&gt;The anvil cracks the hammer,&lt;br /&gt;Relentlessly comes down.&lt;br /&gt;A new pariah is born&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the bone, rob the grave&lt;br /&gt;Unearth the stone, lay to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Defile the tomb, rip the page&lt;br /&gt;Strip mine the vein, lay to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses&lt;br /&gt;Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type A negative shuts me down.&lt;br /&gt;Catch phrase will be death of me.&lt;br /&gt;Is this not what you came to see?&lt;br /&gt;What, are you not entertained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb the walls 'til nails bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass.&lt;br /&gt;Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly&lt;br /&gt;No end in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-140125141072380872?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/140125141072380872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=140125141072380872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/140125141072380872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/140125141072380872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-of-scribe-by-lamb-of-god.html' 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Chester Bennington)</title><content type='html'>If I were to die this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me things that you wouldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my navigator?&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me to a place we could hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fallin' out&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I lost&lt;br /&gt;Must be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Know you'll be safe but not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask you to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been the best with all that I had&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd only laid beside you&lt;br /&gt;I think I spread myself a little too thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fallin' out&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I lost&lt;br /&gt;Must be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Know you'll be safe but not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the everything&lt;br /&gt;That led me to believe,&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on, hold on"&lt;br /&gt;You're the wonder in everything&lt;br /&gt;That's wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm fadin out&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Must be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Know you'll be safe but not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the everything&lt;br /&gt;That led me to believe,&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on, hold on"&lt;br /&gt;You're the wonder in everything&lt;br /&gt;That's wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you'll be safe but not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-1674370126823876405?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/1674370126823876405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=1674370126823876405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1674370126823876405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757571/posts/default/1674370126823876405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful-by-stone-temple-pilots-feat.html' title='Wonderful by Stone Temple Pilots (feat. Chester Bennington)'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17799770740247794270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tanbou.com/2005/MalcolmX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757571.post-8141954505032545174</id><published>2008-11-22T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:40:26.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Winding Road by Sheryl Crow</title><content type='html'>I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man&lt;br /&gt;He says he's been down this road more than twice&lt;br /&gt;He was high on intellectualism&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there but the brochure looks nice&lt;br /&gt;Jump in, let's go&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days when anything goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer to feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got a daughter he calls Easter&lt;br /&gt;She was born on a Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm a stranger in my own life&lt;br /&gt;Jump in, let's go&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets high, everybody gets low&lt;br /&gt;These are the days when anything goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer to feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy&lt;br /&gt;I've been living on coffee and nicotine&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if all the things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Were ever real, were ever really happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer to feeling fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-8141954505032545174?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/8141954505032545174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=8141954505032545174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for those who've gone&lt;br /&gt;Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong&lt;br /&gt;But keep on killing&lt;br /&gt;Its in the soul to feel such things&lt;br /&gt;But weak to watch without speaking&lt;br /&gt;Oh what mercy sadness brings&lt;br /&gt;If God be willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a train tha'ts heading straight&lt;br /&gt;To heavens gate, to heavens gate&lt;br /&gt;And on the way, child and man&lt;br /&gt;And woman wait, watch and wait&lt;br /&gt;For redemption day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire rages in the streets&lt;br /&gt;And swallow everything it meets&lt;br /&gt;Its just an image often seen&lt;br /&gt;On television&lt;br /&gt;Come leaders, come you men of great&lt;br /&gt;Let us hear you pontificate&lt;br /&gt;Your many virtues laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;And we aren't listening&lt;br /&gt;What do you have for us today&lt;br /&gt;Throw us a bone but save the plate&lt;br /&gt;Oh why we waited til so late&lt;br /&gt;Was there no oil to excavate&lt;br /&gt;No riches in trade for the fate&lt;br /&gt;Of every person who died in hate&lt;br /&gt;Throw us a bone, you men of great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a train that's heading straight&lt;br /&gt;To heavens gate, to heavens gate&lt;br /&gt;And on the way, child and man&lt;br /&gt;And woman wait, watch and wait&lt;br /&gt;For redemption day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its buried in the countryside&lt;br /&gt;Its exploding in the shells of night&lt;br /&gt;Its everywhere a baby cries&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-2989561977281274924?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/2989561977281274924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=2989561977281274924' title='0 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/&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Did you walk or did you run away?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Did you come alone or did you bring a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know this cause I noticed you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;Out in the sun, having fun and feeling free&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you know how hard this life can be&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on smiling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went right?&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Was it a story or was it a song?&lt;br /&gt;Was it overnight or did it take you long?&lt;br /&gt;Was knowing your weakness what made you strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or all the above, oh how I love to see you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, take just a little pain just in case&lt;br /&gt;You need something warm to embrace&lt;br /&gt;To help you put on a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you go off into the new day with any doubt&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of something that you could smile about&lt;br /&gt;Say for instance my girlfiend, she bugs me all the time&lt;br /&gt;But the irony of it all is that she loves me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leap whenever I see you smiling&lt;br /&gt;Because its easily one of the hardest things to do&lt;br /&gt;Your worries and fears become your friends&lt;br /&gt;And they end up smiling at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a smiley face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757571-5078793039739079429?l=theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theathiestprofessor.blogspot.com/feeds/5078793039739079429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757571&amp;postID=5078793039739079429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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