<?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-6008224254178230833</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:26:31.244-07:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='paper snow'/><category term='this.'/><category term='thank you.'/><category term='mi pinguino'/><category term='Still love this.'/><title type='text'>you see it, you feel it, but it's not there</title><subtitle type='html'>lyrics that mean something to me - words that i enjoy - things i'd like to share...? all of the above.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-7551683517631572049</id><published>2010-09-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:34:17.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi pinguino'/><title type='text'>Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz</title><content type='html'>Up on Melancholy Hill&lt;br /&gt;There's a plastic tree&lt;br /&gt;Are you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just looking out on the day of another dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But you can get me&lt;br /&gt;So let's head out to sea&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my medicine&lt;br /&gt;When you're close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call in the submarine&lt;br /&gt;Around the world we'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Then come with me&lt;br /&gt;Up on Melancholy Hill&lt;br /&gt;Sits a manatee, Love&lt;br /&gt;Just looking out for the day when you're close to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-7551683517631572049?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/7551683517631572049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/09/melancholy-hill-gorillaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7551683517631572049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7551683517631572049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/09/melancholy-hill-gorillaz.html' title='Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-2895686611609007275</id><published>2010-09-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:17:11.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper snow'/><title type='text'>Neon Bible - Arcade Fire</title><content type='html'>A vial of hope and a vial of pain&lt;br /&gt;In the light they both looked the same&lt;br /&gt;Poured them out on into the world&lt;br /&gt;On every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the Neon Bible&lt;br /&gt;Not much chance for survival&lt;br /&gt;If the Neon Bible is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the poison of your age&lt;br /&gt;Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page&lt;br /&gt;What I know is what you know is right&lt;br /&gt;In the city it's the only light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Neon Bible&lt;br /&gt;Not much chance for survival&lt;br /&gt;If the Neon Bible is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);font-size:0.75em;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, well look at you now&lt;br /&gt;You lost it, but you don't know how&lt;br /&gt;In the light of a golden calf&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the poison of your age&lt;br /&gt;Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page&lt;br /&gt;It was wrong but you said it was right&lt;br /&gt;In the future I will read at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Neon Bible&lt;br /&gt;Not much chance for survival&lt;br /&gt;If the Neon Bible is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-2895686611609007275?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/2895686611609007275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/09/neon-bible-arcade-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2895686611609007275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2895686611609007275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/09/neon-bible-arcade-fire.html' title='Neon Bible - Arcade Fire'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-6350273130100729605</id><published>2010-04-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:41:26.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble House - The Knife</title><content type='html'>I cut your nails and comb your hair&lt;br /&gt;I carry you down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see right through from the other side&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we believe that we have never met&lt;br /&gt;Another kind of love, it's easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;When we are all alone, then we do both agree&lt;br /&gt;We have a thing in common&lt;br /&gt;This was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You close my eyes and soothe my ears&lt;br /&gt;You heal my wounds and dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of this marble house I grow&lt;br /&gt;And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we believe that we have never met&lt;br /&gt;Another kind of love, it's easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;When we are all alone, then we do both agree&lt;br /&gt;We have a thing in common&lt;br /&gt;This was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's your shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;What is it's name?&lt;br /&gt;What's your scent?&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;br /&gt;If it goes faster can you still follow me?&lt;br /&gt;It must be safe when it's on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to ask for&lt;br /&gt;What has it got for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others say we're hiding&lt;br /&gt;It's as forward as can be&lt;br /&gt;Some things I do for money&lt;br /&gt;Some things I do for free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-6350273130100729605?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6350273130100729605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/04/marble-house-knife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/6350273130100729605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/6350273130100729605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/04/marble-house-knife.html' title='Marble House - The Knife'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-4926022259481490467</id><published>2010-04-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:23:14.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows - Au Revoir Simone</title><content type='html'>Anyone can answer their own questions&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is look inside, inside, inside&lt;br /&gt;You know it inside&lt;br /&gt;You know it will be all right, all right, all right,&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-4926022259481490467?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/4926022259481490467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/04/shadows-au-revoir-simone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4926022259481490467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4926022259481490467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/04/shadows-au-revoir-simone.html' title='Shadows - Au Revoir Simone'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-1751037780955656339</id><published>2010-02-08T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:40:09.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you.'/><title type='text'>1940's - The Submarines</title><content type='html'>Something's wrong when you regret&lt;br /&gt;Things that haven't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;But it's a glorious day when morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Without the feeling of alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise and shine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't sleep for the awful fright&lt;br /&gt;That kept you up in bed last&lt;br /&gt;But curious shapes shift in the dark&lt;br /&gt;They vanish with the sunrises spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rise and shine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to be alive&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with me a while&lt;br /&gt;And smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-1751037780955656339?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/1751037780955656339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/02/submarines-1940s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/1751037780955656339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/1751037780955656339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2010/02/submarines-1940s.html' title='1940&apos;s - The Submarines'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-171236833093288895</id><published>2009-11-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:43:49.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Hours - We Are Scientists</title><content type='html'>This door is always open&lt;br /&gt;No one has the guts to shut us out&lt;br /&gt;But if we have to go now&lt;br /&gt;I guess there’s always hope that&lt;br /&gt;Some place will be serving after hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is winding down but&lt;br /&gt;Time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;As always at this hour&lt;br /&gt;Time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;One final round&lt;br /&gt;Because time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Say that you’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re finally drunk enough that&lt;br /&gt;We’re finally soaking up&lt;br /&gt;The hours that everyone else throws away&lt;br /&gt;And if we have to go now&lt;br /&gt;I guess there’s always hope&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night will be more of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is winding down but&lt;br /&gt;Time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;As always at this hour&lt;br /&gt;Time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;One final final round&lt;br /&gt;Because time means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Say that you’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all right where we’re supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-171236833093288895?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/171236833093288895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-scientists-after-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/171236833093288895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/171236833093288895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-scientists-after-hours.html' title='After Hours - We Are Scientists'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-6558754988107402634</id><published>2009-11-12T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:14:56.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie, Let's Not Wait - Guillemots</title><content type='html'>Annie, let's not wait&lt;br /&gt;Let's cross the river now&lt;br /&gt;We could sit for years&lt;br /&gt;Staring at our fears&lt;br /&gt;But our dreams are all we really need to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-6558754988107402634?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/6558754988107402634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/annie-lets-not-wait-guillemots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/6558754988107402634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/6558754988107402634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/annie-lets-not-wait-guillemots.html' title='Annie, Let&apos;s Not Wait - Guillemots'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-3857830989098907337</id><published>2009-11-12T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:32:12.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June On The West Coast - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>And I went to San Diego, the birthplace of the summer&lt;br /&gt;And watched the ocean dance under the moon&lt;br /&gt;And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover&lt;br /&gt;I guess that something's got to happen soon&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked along the beach and drank with her&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my true love, the one I really need&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-3857830989098907337?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/3857830989098907337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/bright-eyes-june-on-west-coast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/3857830989098907337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/3857830989098907337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/11/bright-eyes-june-on-west-coast.html' title='June On The West Coast - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-3273952124255522918</id><published>2009-10-29T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:54:41.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>The rain, it started tapping&lt;br /&gt;On the window near my bed&lt;br /&gt;There was a loophole in my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So I got out of it&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise my eyes were wide&lt;br /&gt;And already open&lt;br /&gt;Just my nightstand and my dresser&lt;br /&gt;Where those nightmares had just been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dressed myself and left then&lt;br /&gt;Out into the gray streets&lt;br /&gt;But everything seemed different&lt;br /&gt;And completely new to me&lt;br /&gt;The sky, the trees, houses, buildings&lt;br /&gt;Even my own body&lt;br /&gt;And each person I encountered&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon a doctor&lt;br /&gt;Who appeared in quite poor health&lt;br /&gt;I said "There is nothing I can do for you&lt;br /&gt;That you can't do for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;He said "Oh yes you can&lt;br /&gt;Just hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I think that would help"&lt;br /&gt;So I sat with him a while&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked him how he felt&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I think I'm cured&lt;br /&gt;No, in fact, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Stranger&lt;br /&gt;For your therapeutic smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is how I learned the lesson&lt;br /&gt;That everyone is alone&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes must do some raining&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever going to grow&lt;br /&gt;But when crying don't help&lt;br /&gt;And you can't compose yourself&lt;br /&gt;It is best to compose a poem&lt;br /&gt;An honest verse of longing&lt;br /&gt;Or simple song of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Because now I got your back&lt;br /&gt;And every time you feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try and make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't&lt;br /&gt;If it just hurts too bad&lt;br /&gt;Then we will wait for it to pass&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep you company&lt;br /&gt;Through those days so long and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll keep working on the problem&lt;br /&gt;We know we'll never solve&lt;br /&gt;Of Love's uneven remainders&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are fractions of a whole&lt;br /&gt;But if the world could remain within a frame&lt;br /&gt;Like a painting on a wall&lt;br /&gt;Then I think we would see the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Then we would stand staring in awe&lt;br /&gt;At our still lives posed&lt;br /&gt;Like a bowl of oranges&lt;br /&gt;Like a story told&lt;br /&gt;By the fault lines and the soil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-3273952124255522918?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/3273952124255522918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowl-of-oranges-bright-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/3273952124255522918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/3273952124255522918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowl-of-oranges-bright-eyes.html' title='Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-2750925162738564447</id><published>2009-08-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:07:54.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this.'/><title type='text'>A Diamond and a Tether - Death Cab For Cutie</title><content type='html'>Pity, take pity on me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not half the man that I should be&lt;br /&gt;Always turning to run from the people I should not be afraid of&lt;br /&gt;And darling&lt;br /&gt;You should know&lt;br /&gt;That I have fantasies about being alone&lt;br /&gt;It's like love is a lesson that I can't learn&lt;br /&gt;So I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can't hold out forever&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a diamond and a tether&lt;br /&gt;From a boy who won't swim&lt;br /&gt;But will dip his toe in&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you here with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this habit I abhor&lt;br /&gt;When we go out I'm always watching the door&lt;br /&gt;As if there's someone I'm going to see who could outdo the things that you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can't hold out forever&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a diamond and a tether&lt;br /&gt;From a boy who won't fly&lt;br /&gt;But who will take to the skies&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks that you're about to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity, take pity on me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not half the man that I should be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't blame you if you've had enough of all these empty promises and countless bluffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can't hold out forever&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a diamond and a tether&lt;br /&gt;From a boy who won't jump when he falls in love&lt;br /&gt;He just stands with his toes on the edge&lt;br /&gt;And he waits for it to disappear again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-2750925162738564447?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/2750925162738564447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/diamond-and-tether-death-cab-for-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2750925162738564447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2750925162738564447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/diamond-and-tether-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='A Diamond and a Tether - Death Cab For Cutie'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-2659906089200741231</id><published>2009-08-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:54:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Bright Side - Never Shout Never</title><content type='html'>I met a man of two feet tall&lt;br /&gt;This man was quite ambitious&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is so vicious&lt;br /&gt;To us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;As he replied, he said&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to these words that I have lived by my whole life&lt;br /&gt;You're only as tall as your heart will let you be&lt;br /&gt;And you're only as small as the world will make you seem&lt;br /&gt;And when the going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you may fall&lt;br /&gt;Just look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;You're roughly six feet tall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a man of twelve feet tall&lt;br /&gt;He towered like a giant&lt;br /&gt;In a world that was defiant&lt;br /&gt;Of his height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;As he replied, he said&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to these words that I have dreaded my whole life&lt;br /&gt;You're only as tall as your heart will let you be&lt;br /&gt;And you're only as small&lt;br /&gt;As the world will make you seem&lt;br /&gt;And when the going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you may fall&lt;br /&gt;Just look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;You're roughly six feet tall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man of six feet tall&lt;br /&gt;Just looking for some answers&lt;br /&gt;In a world that answers&lt;br /&gt;None of them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;But not reply to the letters that you write&lt;br /&gt;Because I found some peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm only as tall&lt;br /&gt;As my heart will let me be&lt;br /&gt;And I'm only as small&lt;br /&gt;As the world will make me seem&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I may fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll look on the brightside&lt;br /&gt;I'm roughly six feet tall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-2659906089200741231?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/2659906089200741231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-bright-side-never-shout-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2659906089200741231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2659906089200741231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-bright-side-never-shout-never.html' title='On the Bright Side - Never Shout Never'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-4289256116112175610</id><published>2009-08-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:44:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelife - Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Individually wrapped&lt;br /&gt;Placed in neat little rows&lt;br /&gt;Becoming A piece of everything that grows&lt;br /&gt;Some numbers, a name, to indicate you played the game&lt;br /&gt;Came empty handed and left the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell&lt;br /&gt;The border in between is full of everything you felt&lt;br /&gt;Some cling to a cross because they're tired and lost&lt;br /&gt;They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Familiar to the image of the artist&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the bathroom mirror in a strangers apartment&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about death again&lt;br /&gt;Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in&lt;br /&gt;I need to check my friends&lt;br /&gt;As well as my next of kin&lt;br /&gt;To let them know I love them all to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the soul begins to reap&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll know me from the sleep&lt;br /&gt;I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if she has the nerve to let me dump a couple last words&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream "Love your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your life&lt;br /&gt;Quite cliche but I guess thats me&lt;br /&gt;A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet&lt;br /&gt;As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers&lt;br /&gt;I never expected a bowl of cherries&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a Virgo trying to find my own version of the Virgin Mary&lt;br /&gt;And when I let them carry me to a cemetary&lt;br /&gt;I want to be buried with a pocket full of clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel?&lt;br /&gt;How many more demons do you have to strangle?&lt;br /&gt;How much longer must you remain in this dream&lt;br /&gt;Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no tears to fall from none of y'all&lt;br /&gt;Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-E-L-I-F-E&lt;br /&gt;Here lies Sean, finally free&lt;br /&gt;And as I look across the sea, I smile at the sun&lt;br /&gt;While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need&lt;br /&gt;The people still breathe, the city still bleeds&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in love until im dead&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching the seeds&lt;br /&gt;I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read&lt;br /&gt;Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the soul begins to reap&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll know me from the sleep&lt;br /&gt;I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if she has the nerve to let me dump a couple last words&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to turn to the earth and scream&lt;br /&gt;Love your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-4289256116112175610?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/4289256116112175610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovelife-atmosphere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4289256116112175610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4289256116112175610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovelife-atmosphere.html' title='Lovelife - Atmosphere'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-8160392099184842297</id><published>2009-07-15T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:17:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sarah Said - Death Cab</title><content type='html'>And it came to me then&lt;br /&gt;That every plan 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'd 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&lt;br /&gt;That our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds&lt;br /&gt;But 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;&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;'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 will 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;So who's going to watch you die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-8160392099184842297?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/8160392099184842297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-sarah-said-death-cab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/8160392099184842297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/8160392099184842297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-sarah-said-death-cab.html' title='What Sarah Said - Death Cab'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-2964987157974997252</id><published>2009-06-25T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:29:39.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still love this.'/><title type='text'>Along The Way - Devotchka</title><content type='html'>The gringos block the roads inside your head&lt;br /&gt;Are you sleeping it off when you're not in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;You pray in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Let me walk in your light&lt;br /&gt;Let me die in my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;Let me love through this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are watching over my three brave soldiers&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I will send youSomething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the city?&lt;br /&gt;So this is progress?&lt;br /&gt;How can something so prettybecome such a mess?&lt;br /&gt;There is no more than this steal and stone&lt;br /&gt;More than this flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;There is a little piece of land in me&lt;br /&gt;No other man can own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is watching my three brave soldiers?&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I will send you Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shut my mouth, I have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Except, what is this life with no love along the way?&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm good for it&lt;br /&gt;You know I can pay&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to look for it&lt;br /&gt;It is right here&lt;br /&gt;It's today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-2964987157974997252?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/2964987157974997252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/devotchak-along-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2964987157974997252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/2964987157974997252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/devotchak-along-way.html' title='Along The Way - Devotchka'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-7557528113091695044</id><published>2009-06-02T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:54:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack The Lion - Harvey Danger</title><content type='html'>Rake up all the leaves in pleasant valley&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of my visit - upstate New York&lt;br /&gt;To pay respects to the old man&lt;br /&gt;He's still got his sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;But his body fails him&lt;br /&gt;He's surrounded by loved ones&lt;br /&gt;But that only goes so far&lt;br /&gt;And does he know where he is?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack the lion roaring his last&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision sent from the past&lt;br /&gt;Bedside, crying, holding his hands&lt;br /&gt;Strong hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get a moment alone with the old man&lt;br /&gt;He's having trouble breathing&lt;br /&gt;And he's not the only one&lt;br /&gt;He wonders where time goes&lt;br /&gt;And why we haven't spoken for so long&lt;br /&gt;He regrets it&lt;br /&gt;He forgets it&lt;br /&gt;And none too soon&lt;br /&gt;Because hes closing his eyes and fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for uniting&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for the cause&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for the lion&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for the claws&lt;br /&gt;Come see him again&lt;br /&gt;Come see him again&lt;br /&gt;Come see him again&lt;br /&gt;Come see him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack the lion roaring his last&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision sent from the past&lt;br /&gt;Bedside, crying, holding his hands&lt;br /&gt;Strong hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-7557528113091695044?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/7557528113091695044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack-lion-harvey-danger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7557528113091695044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7557528113091695044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack-lion-harvey-danger.html' title='Jack The Lion - Harvey Danger'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-897495619750757499</id><published>2009-06-01T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:18:22.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geraldine - Glasvegas</title><content type='html'>When your sparkle evades your soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side to console&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing on the window ledge&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk you back from the edge&lt;br /&gt;I will turn your tide&lt;br /&gt;Be your shepard and your guide&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost in the deep and darkest place around&lt;br /&gt;May my words walk you home safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking&lt;br /&gt;I need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking&lt;br /&gt;When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side&lt;br /&gt;Up upon the stairs and down the downward slide&lt;br /&gt;I will turn your tide&lt;br /&gt;Do all that I can to heal you inside&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the angel on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;My name is geraldine&lt;br /&gt;I'm your social worker&lt;br /&gt;I see you need me&lt;br /&gt;I know you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-897495619750757499?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/897495619750757499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/geraldine-glasvegas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/897495619750757499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/897495619750757499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/06/geraldine-glasvegas.html' title='Geraldine - Glasvegas'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-5650827242785567821</id><published>2009-05-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:21:32.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains To Brazil - Guillemots</title><content type='html'>Its one o'clock on a Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my back from the wall&lt;br /&gt;The prophets and their bombs have had another success&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why we bother at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think of you on cold winter mornings&lt;br /&gt;Darling, they remind me of when we were at school&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really mattered when you called out my name&lt;br /&gt;In fact, nothing really mattered at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away&lt;br /&gt;But I won't get me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful to be facing the day&lt;br /&gt;Because days don't get you far when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's five o'clock on a Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;One hundred telephones sit and ring&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is from someone who knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still think of you on cold winter mornings&lt;br /&gt;Darling, they'll still remind me of when we were at school&lt;br /&gt;When they could never have persuaded me&lt;br /&gt;That lives like yours were in the hands of these erroneous fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;Well let them take you next&lt;br /&gt;Can't you live and be thankful you're here?&lt;br /&gt;See it could be you tomorrow, next year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-5650827242785567821?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/5650827242785567821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/trains-to-brazile-guillemots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/5650827242785567821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/5650827242785567821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/trains-to-brazile-guillemots.html' title='Trains To Brazil - Guillemots'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-7116722436056333238</id><published>2009-05-22T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:53:56.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago - Sufjan Stevens</title><content type='html'>I fell in love again&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;All things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;We sold our clothes to the state&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to take us&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;To recreate us&lt;br /&gt;All things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;We had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;All things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;You had to find it&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to New York&lt;br /&gt;In the van, with my friend&lt;br /&gt;We slept in parking lots&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with the place&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to take us&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;To recreate us&lt;br /&gt;All things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;We had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;All things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;You had to find it&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was crying&lt;br /&gt;In the van, with my friend&lt;br /&gt;It was for freedom&lt;br /&gt;From myself and from the land&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You came to take us&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;To recreate us&lt;br /&gt;All things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;We had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;All things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;You had to find it&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;You came to take us&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;To recreate us&lt;br /&gt;All things grow, all things grow&lt;br /&gt;We had our mindset&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;All things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You had to find it&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;All things go, all things go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-7116722436056333238?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/7116722436056333238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicago-sufjan-stevens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7116722436056333238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7116722436056333238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicago-sufjan-stevens.html' title='Chicago - Sufjan Stevens'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-4510365314238538773</id><published>2009-05-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:51:41.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Sunshine - Delta Spirit</title><content type='html'>When your working is done&lt;br /&gt;And you have nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just roll away that stone that's locked you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your pattern is full&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like there's no place to land&lt;br /&gt;When will you all run out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;Leaving town for sell to pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall only nights&lt;br /&gt;That we built with our hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;Making peace with the voice in our head&lt;br /&gt;That ghost just stop - Won't lie dead&lt;br /&gt;It just bleeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the prophet rebound&lt;br /&gt;Let his riddle rub on to my pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;Let it echo in time&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it through my head and mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the gorgeous light of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And which I could never outrun&lt;br /&gt;Even if my perdition were just in front&lt;br /&gt;The sun's got my shine&lt;br /&gt;The sun's got my pride&lt;br /&gt;I could run&lt;br /&gt;But I'd never live without your light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-4510365314238538773?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/4510365314238538773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-sunshine-delta-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4510365314238538773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/4510365314238538773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-sunshine-delta-spirit.html' title='Ode To Sunshine - Delta Spirit'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008224254178230833.post-7552092815978554727</id><published>2009-05-21T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:53:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and here it is</title><content type='html'>i always pay really close attention to song lyrics. i used to write them down whenever i found them stimulating. now i will blog them. this is my second lyrics blog - sometimes we all just really need a fresh start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008224254178230833-7552092815978554727?l=prophetpicasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/feeds/7552092815978554727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-here-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7552092815978554727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008224254178230833/posts/default/7552092815978554727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prophetpicasso.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-here-it-is.html' title='and here it is'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742250207724967771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQQKuM228fE/SvuPr7Q5YxI/AAAAAAAAABA/5ove1NbLzDE/S220/Port+-+MilanFaceCloseUp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
