<?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-17766332</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:20.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnorsen's Mind...</title><subtitle type='html'>Vincit qui, patitur.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-115288640329732827</id><published>2006-07-14T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:13:23.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boardwalkdance</title><content type='html'>And there will be daisies galore,&lt;br /&gt;spread out on the dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;trippin on stems,&lt;br /&gt;the wind will blow the petals,&lt;br /&gt;dont worry dear,&lt;br /&gt;we have all night to let love settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horizon of sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;the salty aroma in the air,&lt;br /&gt;the deepness of blue within your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And i move a strand of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step to the back, then to the side,&lt;br /&gt;A smile on your face with every stride,&lt;br /&gt;A twirl and then dip,&lt;br /&gt;a soft kiss on the soft lips,&lt;br /&gt;the waves will keep rythem to this boardwalk dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think we'll notice,&lt;br /&gt;the tourists pack up,&lt;br /&gt;and the banjo stop playing,&lt;br /&gt;we will be too hympotized&lt;br /&gt;by the rythem of our bodies swaying.&lt;br /&gt;We wont be able to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;we will be speechless when we try,&lt;br /&gt;and we will glow under the moon,&lt;br /&gt;like a dance of angels in the sky&lt;br /&gt;then we will realize the time,&lt;br /&gt;but wont fight to get home,&lt;br /&gt;we will sit on a bench and look at the incoming sea foam,&lt;br /&gt;the way the waves constantly keep beat, i&lt;br /&gt;ts like our hearts and the throbs in our feet.&lt;br /&gt;And id grab your hand,&lt;br /&gt;just like the first time,&lt;br /&gt;and when we kiss,&lt;br /&gt;itd be just like the first time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-115288640329732827?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/115288640329732827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=115288640329732827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/115288640329732827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/115288640329732827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/07/boardwalkdance_14.html' title='boardwalkdance'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-114179501313739804</id><published>2006-03-07T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:25:52.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>reality_______03.08.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the refrain in this song is that Im refraining from, all the stupid things that I once had done, and the only bridge within this ryhme is the bridge over death that Ive crossed a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flunked my classes, dropped out of school,&lt;br /&gt;Spent my money on ciggarettes,&lt;br /&gt;Take it in, Blow it out, yeh now Im cool.&lt;br /&gt;Spent my life with my friends acting like fools,&lt;br /&gt;We figured whats life if it contains rules,&lt;br /&gt;I answered to no one,&lt;br /&gt;Heroin and Handguns,&lt;br /&gt;Blue and Red Lights and I run,&lt;br /&gt;Blank Tombstone here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concious, whats that?&lt;br /&gt;The little voice that tells me to put it back?&lt;br /&gt;When i walk into that store,&lt;br /&gt;Grab a 24-pack of Coors,&lt;br /&gt;The cashier would stop me if he wasnt dead on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;A bullet through his chest as I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom night, had a girl in sight,&lt;br /&gt;Some guys had her and we started to fight,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a short dance,&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted a small chance.&lt;br /&gt;But thats the night I stopped caring about girls,&lt;br /&gt;Got caught up in money and drugs and how it ruled the world.&lt;br /&gt;You could call it economy,&lt;br /&gt;Drugs, Beer and Jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;They keep the world spinning around,&lt;br /&gt;At least thats what i thought before I left that burning town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never cried, never teared up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Never really cared to watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;And Id sleep on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Wasted or stoned,&lt;br /&gt;Freeze to death every night alone.&lt;br /&gt;No money for the pay-phone, but who would I call?&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I have friends, or anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;I search for food through dirty trashcans,&lt;br /&gt;Its all dirt and dust, havent seen grasslands.&lt;br /&gt;And Ive screwed up my life with drugs and addiction,&lt;br /&gt;but Ive turned myself around, against all my predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized to mom, apologized to dad,&lt;br /&gt;Said they were something I was wishing I had,&lt;br /&gt;But now Im back, now Im home to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Locking out creeps and all my old ways,&lt;br /&gt;And video cameras can watch me sleep,&lt;br /&gt;But seriously there is no need.&lt;br /&gt;Im not home to kill,&lt;br /&gt;to hide and then steal,&lt;br /&gt;Im just here to say that Im not who I was,&lt;br /&gt;Im different now, thats what life to a man does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-114179501313739804?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/114179501313739804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=114179501313739804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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make a sound,&lt;br /&gt;And as she exteds the names,&lt;br /&gt;Shes skipped herself, so he quit the game.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t give an answer,&lt;br /&gt;A touch of verbal cancer.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing they know, they’re split apart,&lt;br /&gt;Almost slit my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I’ll add to the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dried out a lily,&lt;br /&gt;And kept it in magic,&lt;br /&gt;Nah I’m foreally,&lt;br /&gt;I found out whats tragic.&lt;br /&gt;Not all dreams come true in karma cartoons,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta come back, the magic ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was riding around,&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed this girl, that I had met in town,&lt;br /&gt;My muscles felt weaker,&lt;br /&gt;Currington in the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;Should I get out and greet her?&lt;br /&gt;Yeh it sounds like a plan,&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and walked up to her van.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you wanna get some steak?&lt;br /&gt;And top it off with cheesecake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn down memory circle till it brings us to where we are,&lt;br /&gt;I see you through my window, wait im back in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get back out and you here me shout,&lt;br /&gt;You let me in, man it’s trashed,&lt;br /&gt;Cups from Arbys, and wrappers from string cheese,&lt;br /&gt;Counting backlights on the highway,&lt;br /&gt;Red ants disappearing, song comes on you know and your voice is all im hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you looked in my eyes of sea foam green,&lt;br /&gt;And I looked in yours and I think I had a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Who is that, where do I hear that scream?!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up In a cold sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Soaked through my beater, got my chest wet,&lt;br /&gt;Where was I when I left you,&lt;br /&gt;What were we about to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as Beauty saw the Beast pass on,&lt;br /&gt;And how he took out the rival Gaston.&lt;br /&gt;And just as the petals fell just in time,&lt;br /&gt;Hey I gotta plan, say something next time.&lt;br /&gt;Nah don’t get me wrong, It was me all along,&lt;br /&gt;But of we said something,&lt;br /&gt;There’d be no reason to write this song,&lt;br /&gt;And that would bring sadness to the merry month of may,&lt;br /&gt;And why would I destroy such a happy holiday?&lt;br /&gt;A letter to a girl from a boy,Sincerely me, hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113850137544493891?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113850137544493891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113850137544493891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113850137544493891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113850137544493891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/rose-petals.html' title='rose petals'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113789486243115534</id><published>2006-01-21T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:54:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>enterboyfriend</title><content type='html'>___________________________________enterboyfriend___________01.21.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notables with a whitewashed face,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its to make up for lost space.&lt;br /&gt;I give you a hug as a mark of embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Sneak out your window, not leaving a trace.&lt;br /&gt;As you close the blinds behind me,&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks at your door, now who could that be?&lt;br /&gt;Enter boyfriend, good to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;How was your day? How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your yard I look back at your window,&lt;br /&gt;Two silhouettes doing more than friends do.&lt;br /&gt;Blow a kiss and it bounces off the glass.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just waiting here for time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peddle my bike right by his new car,&lt;br /&gt;Dang I wish I didn’t live so far.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’ll look by myself at these stars,&lt;br /&gt;Star falls, one wish, could it not be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;And the fallen petals from the lonely Valentines Day,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ask you one year, but now I’m not allowed to say.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t use your money; I’ll take you out honey,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll buy you lunch, maybe more than once.&lt;br /&gt;On a single bench in the middle of Central Park,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll stay together for a while, until it gets dark.&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll walk you home, upstairs alone,&lt;br /&gt;Sneak out your window not leaving a trace,&lt;br /&gt;Enter boyfriend, you’re here to replace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113789486243115534?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113789486243115534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113789486243115534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113789486243115534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113789486243115534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/enterboyfriend.html' title='enterboyfriend'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113744071393214518</id><published>2006-01-16T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:45:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>betterday</title><content type='html'>Erin, the last song was about someone, not a star. I cant sing so hence it's not going to have audio...lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________betterday_____01.16.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s taking a smoke,&lt;br /&gt;As she calls for a cab,&lt;br /&gt;She raises the kids,&lt;br /&gt;While he’s stuck in rehab,&lt;br /&gt;He’s drunk all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me behind,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy come back, I’m not gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy stop stumbling,&lt;br /&gt;I’m following in your paths.&lt;br /&gt;Tell mommy what’s troubling you,&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt to smile or laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I’m still behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Watching everything that you do,&lt;br /&gt;So throw the bottle away,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me daddy, to a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my life,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched a strange shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling and slurring.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been consistent to follow,&lt;br /&gt;And giving all that he’s deserving,&lt;br /&gt;Drink some of this water dad,&lt;br /&gt;I kept count of all the beers you had,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could come out and play,&lt;br /&gt;But since that’s not the case, lead me on to a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning daddy and goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Had you been sober you would know how mommy and I,&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up on the couch waiting for your arrival last night.&lt;br /&gt;3am is later dad,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is still asleep in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Why is your face all bruised?&lt;br /&gt;Did you get in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;And if you did, did you win or lose?&lt;br /&gt;Dad can’t you be a dad for once,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a game or even out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Put up the beer,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not welcome here.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy stand straight I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on daddy to a better day,&lt;div 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title='betterday'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113738596939348313</id><published>2006-01-15T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:32:49.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>constellation</title><content type='html'>_________________________constellation___________01.15.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is your constellation,&lt;br /&gt;The art of all your frustration,&lt;br /&gt;Where your kept captive during you fear,&lt;br /&gt;Where you can cry away your tears.&lt;br /&gt;Look a your constellation,&lt;br /&gt;With the brightest shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;Call upon imagination,&lt;br /&gt;But I love you how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wonder, if the moon itself is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hear thunder, and the wind itself is whining.&lt;br /&gt;And as the rain pours down,&lt;br /&gt;And as I’m walking around,&lt;br /&gt;But had you of been here,&lt;br /&gt;It would have been clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every star,&lt;br /&gt;Knew how cute you are,&lt;br /&gt;It would never burn out,&lt;br /&gt;And I guarantee,&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you agree,&lt;br /&gt;That the stars will change position,&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little dipper and his big brother,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your every command,&lt;br /&gt;The moons’ empty craters and the unfound creatures,&lt;br /&gt;All wish to just shake your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Another lost day here in outer space,&lt;br /&gt;Another long day longing for your face,&lt;br /&gt;So look up tonight dear,Ill find you right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113738596939348313?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113738596939348313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113738596939348313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113738596939348313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113738596939348313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/constellation_15.html' title='constellation'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113666463436583902</id><published>2006-01-07T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:10:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elysian Farewell</title><content type='html'>Background: The Elysian fields were what the Romans sought as the "heaven" or "nirvana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________elysianfarewell_______12.14.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysian farewell,&lt;br /&gt;I see you ask so I tell,&lt;br /&gt;How I ended up here,&lt;br /&gt;Burning in hell.&lt;br /&gt;It begins with this girl,&lt;br /&gt;With a smile for the world,&lt;br /&gt;But the end of this telling,&lt;br /&gt;Left me constantly failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysian farewell,&lt;br /&gt;I send greetings from hell,&lt;br /&gt;O Dear Apollo,&lt;br /&gt;What’s left to follow?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I tried,&lt;br /&gt;To make this girl cry,&lt;br /&gt;And I never asked,&lt;br /&gt;To accept this task,&lt;br /&gt;Elysian Farewell...&lt;br /&gt;Elysian Farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you’ll find her, if she doesn’t leave,&lt;br /&gt;Wiping her tears, with her soaking wet sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;You could be her hero,&lt;br /&gt;She would let your words flow,&lt;br /&gt;This false set of falsetto,&lt;br /&gt;This manikin to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve tried your best,&lt;br /&gt;But I just don’t follow the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Exit confusion, combine our illusions.&lt;br /&gt;Dear girl, you sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know the way home&lt;br /&gt;Or are you still recovering,&lt;br /&gt;From the fall of your heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for what was said,&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one out of luck,&lt;br /&gt;Im left with a whole life left to dread,&lt;br /&gt;And you think you’re the one stuck?&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Elysian,&lt;br /&gt;You fields of allegiance,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Sing along, let my heart fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113666463436583902?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113666463436583902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113666463436583902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113666463436583902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113666463436583902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/elysian-farewell.html' title='Elysian Farewell'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113657399873207402</id><published>2006-01-06T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:59:58.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>___ialwayspicturedyouapainter______</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I posted two in a row here. The one below is called "leech"....read and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;______________________________ialwayspicturedyouapainter_____01.05.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The sad silhouette,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting for the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The eerie voice in silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Remembering I’ll leave soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The happiest alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For not even a minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The day’s number was too complex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Create mail and then send it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And in my mind I always pictured you a painter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And you painted a picture in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had dreams in different colors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And you promised you wouldn’t leave me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But my colors were dreamed differently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I envisioned ships out sinking in the deep blue ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I heard that loose lips sink ships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I remember looking in you’re eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But there are too many other guys who are better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can see us swimming in the water, but I’m the one who’s wetter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause I’m holding you in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It doesn’t matter what will happen, I promise I’ll always be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And even if I’m somewhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You’re still the one I loved first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With my fingers on your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause there’s no use in words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause we already know the other enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And a kiss on the cheek turns a little out of hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And it ends with you having the same trust that you had for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause I would never do anything to lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe one day, I’ll see your beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On one of those cool magazines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I’ll see you got hitched and happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I’ll remember a day when I asked my heart away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And stress was too much to decide an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will see some happy teeny bopper walk right out of Wal-Mart, and she’s holding a tootsie roll I sold her, and a People magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who would’ve thought, that now and then, those two had met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113657399873207402?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113657399873207402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113657399873207402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113657399873207402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113657399873207402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/ialwayspicturedyouapainter.html' title='___ialwayspicturedyouapainter______'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113657390871226419</id><published>2006-01-06T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:58:28.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>____leech______</title><content type='html'>___________________leech_____________01.06.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn’t have been involved,&lt;br /&gt;While you were content as you are,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m above that,&lt;br /&gt;I look alone at these stars, and one begins to fall.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry for interfering with you and him,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry my friend, it won’t happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your picture still remains on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;Your ring, I still possess,&lt;br /&gt;But your heart is not here at all,&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a leech, holding on to what was good,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a leech; just kill me if you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to give some space,&lt;br /&gt;But not going to let our memories erase,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams I’ll let be chased, but by themselves,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause your heart I don’t possess.&lt;br /&gt;Like a leech that I am,&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto everything that I can,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t loosen my grip,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you’ve implied me to quit,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m gone now,&lt;br /&gt;Continue on pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mine perhaps later on I hope,&lt;br /&gt;Wash my hands and this time I use soap.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think about me please,&lt;br /&gt;While you’re with another guy,&lt;br /&gt;Hush baby, let time fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113657390871226419?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113657390871226419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113657390871226419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113657390871226419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113657390871226419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/leech.html' title='____leech______'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113631963972095544</id><published>2006-01-03T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:20:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one about a friend that I havent seen in years....&lt;br /&gt;I posted two at a time, so read the one below too, it is definently cool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________remember_________01.02.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth grade was when she began to fade,&lt;br /&gt;From my memory,&lt;br /&gt;But on occasion, I come to realize&lt;br /&gt;That to forget would lead to chastise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later,&lt;br /&gt;We actually talk,&lt;br /&gt;About animals and how it’s not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;I play Dr. Phil,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a stranger but she lets me talk still,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t Mexican food cute and yes root beer is not,&lt;br /&gt;But after all these years, I still haven’t forgot that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the beauty queen,&lt;br /&gt;She played nice, boys played mean,&lt;br /&gt;She had the looks,&lt;br /&gt;She had the smile,&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t talk for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;She waved her hair,&lt;br /&gt;I waved goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I moved from there,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take a break from what’s best could be good,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a diet of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;To much good stuff, got to go back from the start.&lt;br /&gt;To confirm your choice,&lt;br /&gt;To make sure you’re right,&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that there are no doubts,&lt;br /&gt;For that is what causes all the fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Verse4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I’ll be here after everything is settled out,&lt;br /&gt;Remember I’ll be a friend you can talk to if you ever need to,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a dry shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;I’m open arms,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll beat up anyone who causes you harm.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not just saying this to make a great song,&lt;br /&gt;This is how I’ve felt all along.&lt;br /&gt;I know things will work out,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find where you belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113631963972095544?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113631963972095544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113631963972095544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113631963972095544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113631963972095544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-one-about-friend-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113631952183259362</id><published>2006-01-03T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:18:42.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>________________phelpsfamily________01.02.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She throws her money away in the lottery,&lt;br /&gt;He’s wasting his at the races,&lt;br /&gt;The kids are stuck at home,&lt;br /&gt;Unfed with dirty faces.&lt;br /&gt;The Phelps family is in every city,&lt;br /&gt;Kids neglected, parents too busy.&lt;br /&gt;An angel kisses the kids heads and tucks them in,&lt;br /&gt;Cause mommy and daddy are too drunk to come in.&lt;br /&gt;Phelps family, Cry Phelps family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wake up to an empty home,&lt;br /&gt;Not the first time, they’ve been left alone.&lt;br /&gt;They all stick up for each other, watch out for one another,&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors behind them as they catch the bus,&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands they enter the world once again,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes them, but they are all best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest is dropped off first,&lt;br /&gt;She hugs her siblings, then turns to the oldest brother,&lt;br /&gt;And she asks when will she see father and mother,&lt;br /&gt;Run along child, go focus today,&lt;br /&gt;Be safe when you play,&lt;br /&gt;And before you eat make sure you pray.&lt;br /&gt;And off she goes, hair in half pig tails,&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok though, she things it looks swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come home from school,&lt;br /&gt;See mom’s car in the driveway,&lt;br /&gt;There faces light up, though the soot and dirt covers them,&lt;br /&gt;They run inside and see mom talking on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;They go do their homework and leave mommy alone.&lt;br /&gt;She’s out for a smoke,&lt;br /&gt;And daddy comes in,&lt;br /&gt;And as the kids begin to tell him of all that they did,&lt;br /&gt;He cuts them off says, “Kids, daddy can’t talk right now. I’m going to the races with some of my pals.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes daddy. Please be safe, we will tell you when you’re ready.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how most days pass in the Phelps house,&lt;br /&gt;The kids just waiting for a chance to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy just too busy wasting money,&lt;br /&gt;Money meant for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Little boys need a man to look up to,&lt;br /&gt;To show them how to use a hammer,&lt;br /&gt;And to teach them how to tie there shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Little girls need a lady to watch,&lt;br /&gt;To do their nails,&lt;br /&gt;And teach them how to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Angels weren’t mean to do all this,&lt;br /&gt;But they’re there just in case you miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113631952183259362?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113631952183259362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113631952183259362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113631952183259362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113631952183259362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/phelpsfamily01.html' title=''/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113617243716178475</id><published>2006-01-01T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:28:23.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1)New Years Eve party '05, Cam, David, and I jammin' in the garage. Missing the ball drop cause of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Getting my drivers permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Spring '05 Prom, Kaitlyn, Jessica, Chris, Andrew, Molly, Bekah, Andy, Cam, David, Timmy, Ben, Amy, Rachel, MC, Cam, and others spending the night at our house afterwards, and going to the beach the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) CWIS '05, passing the Venus Fly Trap bill, butterfly song, yeah there still were some good memories from CWIS this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Hanging out at Jared's for a weekend, the headless horseman.....going to the gym, going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Chillin out at my aunts house in Raliegh with the French exchange student, Romain. The pool, go carts, inside jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Aaron coming down and practically living with us from September till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Swimming in the Atlantic during Hurrican Ophelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Beach and surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Picking up skateboardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Going to Haiti...crazy inside jokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) State Fair with Kaitlyn and Chris and Jessica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Debate tourney going 6-0 for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Talkin more with Ashley Williams, renewing friendships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Thanksgiving..man I love the food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Bringing in '06 at a party in Canada with Aaron and Asher and Ashley and crazy Canadians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Staying in Canada for New Years with the Roffels, seeing Sarahlynn and all the other friend Canadians....and Steve, and having the Canadians come down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there is more...a good year, I hope to strengthen parental trust this coming year. Maybe not get grounded as much. Continue writing poetry and songs, and becoming a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace kids. Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benb///&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113617243716178475?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113617243716178475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113617243716178475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113617243716178475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113617243716178475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/1new-years-eve-party-05-cam-david-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113606700651711611</id><published>2005-12-31T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:11:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over her and under the weather</title><content type='html'>So I’m finally over her,&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m under the weather,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of drama and I don’t know whether&lt;br /&gt;I could have taken another moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole decmeber and from what I remember,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;Vomiting in the bathroom stall,&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm dying for her,&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am over her,&lt;br /&gt;I bowl of soup, Im under the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113606700651711611?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113606700651711611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113606700651711611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113606700651711611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113606700651711611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/12/over-her-and-under-weather.html' title='Over her and under the weather'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113601961320935673</id><published>2005-12-31T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T04:00:13.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heroine before heroin</title><content type='html'>___________________myheroinebeforeheroin____________12.31.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been aquainted with this girl,&lt;br /&gt;Before she fainted and from this world,&lt;br /&gt;She was my first choice for the prom,&lt;br /&gt;And so I proudly brought her along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my life, my breath,&lt;br /&gt;She was all I had left,&lt;br /&gt;She had success written all over her cute blue dress.&lt;br /&gt;She was my heaven through sin&lt;br /&gt;She was everywhere Ive ever been,&lt;br /&gt;She was my heroine, before heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes out every night,&lt;br /&gt;She high as a kite,&lt;br /&gt;Shes found interest in her new drugs to hold her up.&lt;br /&gt;I still come over, try to talk it over,&lt;br /&gt;but she tells me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this change so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;I dont agree with what Im seeing.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Shes never mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wave goodbye, she slams the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113601961320935673?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113601961320935673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113601961320935673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113601961320935673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113601961320935673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-heroine-before-heroin.html' title='My heroine before heroin'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113584257636719357</id><published>2005-12-29T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:49:36.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance Call</title><content type='html'>I  play that breathtaking memoryOver in my head again and againAlthough the moment seemed to last foreverReality was it was probably only tenAnd with life as my path and this as my endeavorI sit and wonder what more is there to knowA simple package packed in such a fancy bowSeems like this memory is sugarcoatedI grabbed your hand and off we floatedMy mind adrift my heart afloat.Your voice on my phone from leftover gloatAnd not knowing how this is going to turn outI hushed your voice I silenced your shoutHow much longer must I wait before I know that we are meant to be?Just as long as destiny takes us, it will though you'll seeYou will finally know that you are right for me.And all the sounds of life will join this euphonyOnce again you will find yourself wishing for that memoryNo dear, I do now, I've remember what I've lostWhy wait, when your future is blankly standing right in front of you?That's what I say, but the actions gave the chance awayPerhaps, luck is what you needIt may be true, but could luck make love succeed?No indeed it's false, but luck gives love a hopeOh most certain I wish moments could be rewoundJust to here your voice, a soft and calming soundAnd to look upon your face and agree God is profoundBut how can I love you when distance is such a matter When all of my heart at any point may shatter?Distance can't rule out loves existence, but that's why i've been hesitant, and I don't want to break a heartLet's just let our love free Why hold back what could be?And all the times that could be memories, wasted in part by foolish meWasted they were not, Memories are memories and that's all we've got.I'll always be the one who fought, the one who'd take a bullet, the one who'd get shot, The one that was persistent and consistent in loving youSo I offer thanks because I think that it's welcomed,And I just wish I could rewind to the memories in the past We'll make so much memories that you'll have to play them back fast, cause with as long as you live, I know it would last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113584257636719357?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113584257636719357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113584257636719357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113584257636719357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113584257636719357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-distance-call.html' title='Long Distance Call'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113539417409452993</id><published>2005-12-23T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:16:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am flower</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been absent....Here is my newest. It is the jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________iamflower________12.23.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let truth speak mellow,&lt;br /&gt;Amid all my flowers yellow,&lt;br /&gt;Play the soft chord, hum to the melody,&lt;br /&gt;Against all evil and wicked felonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you cry, call me up,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ask why, you’ll hush up.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to die.” “I’ll fess up.”&lt;br /&gt;I say I lied, you poison the cup,&lt;br /&gt;You ask which one, pill or powder,&lt;br /&gt;No dear listen, I am flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchange argument to time the day,&lt;br /&gt;The sun in stone, I’m burnt by the rays,&lt;br /&gt;A sundial if broken, does it mean the day will end,&lt;br /&gt;Please repair man fix it as fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a biggest fan, I grab your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Roses at your feet, I thought I was the band.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty lies inside, but the outer being is cute though.&lt;br /&gt;Enough broken hearts, Can I please explain what you don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of the pay phone was too much,&lt;br /&gt;As I am cut off before explaining all and such.&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t care, but when I played with your hair,&lt;br /&gt;You said I must stop; It’s just not fair,&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and turnpikes, if I’m in jail, I’ve lost the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prelude to a question, but don’t bother to answer,&lt;br /&gt;A front porch discussion, a touch of verbal cancer.&lt;br /&gt;A sigh for why, wait what is this a cut? Blood or mud, or tears mixed with all.&lt;br /&gt;I lied, but I’m the one to fall.&lt;br /&gt;If someone breaks a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someone must repair it,&lt;br /&gt;Who could pick it apart?&lt;br /&gt;Or even try to tear it, or share it, or wear it,&lt;br /&gt;It is you’re my lady peace,Cover up love, let hate cease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113539417409452993?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113539417409452993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113539417409452993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113539417409452993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113539417409452993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-flower.html' title='I am flower'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113220266165962482</id><published>2005-11-16T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:44:21.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Honest Ramblings...._10.01.05</title><content type='html'>a livid fight from on the previous night, like the hash browns cooked too long in the weathered sand.  a newspaper boy on a flight to next week, broke off a piece and said he’s now weak. Uncovered with clothes but covered with those and the next thing you know your no longer first chosen. Leftovers from 5 years ago, it has mold on the top-you let it grow, you said it’d stop- but how did you know. For times are built up on cavemans tree stumps and last Friday was just another way to get flunked. right out of school lying on the playground, expelled cause I rebelled but that’s not the point. from my friends to no friends, from soft sand to black dirt. From living life large, to shallower than I can touch, just because you left your lunch, at home, while on the phone, and the double digits that divide your number, like a life saver that saved death, and then brought it back and forgot the rest. a different dollar for another lipstick coated coller, and the time is like time of the others. Hide and seek, without the seeking part, cause you hid my heart, and tore it all apart, so now if I seek, ill only find, that I was left behind and that my beating has decreased to a soft impulse needed to be let out. But out of what, the fire? oh no…out of rays of sunshine from where it basks and then it asks how its gotten so ruined and you look at it through your cell phone and say it wasn’t your doin, but we all know it was, if by we all I mean nobody, cause you kept it a secret, your little mastermind thoughts and your thoughts left to mind my master, as I skip to work you skip much faster. and I thought I was goin to be the biggest prodige as I walk toward my debut, but there I am and the crowd replies with a boo, and so I walk or rather there I fall off stage, and you lift me up and unlocked my lifes cage. and ever since the day I died you held my hand you’ve held it tight and I owe you thanks eventhough to owe is not to pay, but yet I will for I do not steal. So I embark on a journey to noon. with my gloves and my boots all ready to soar, but my wing was shot or maybe it was not, cause I just remembered you were the one with wings and I was not, so instead of being shot I guess I am dropping, but wait here you come like a angel in disguise, but yet there is no disguise for your beauty shines out, and it shines from inside as well which makes me sure that I haven’t fell, so you catch me and place me back on the slope just for me to make you mad and you to push me back off. that wasn’t my intention, it actually never is, but that’s not the question, and it never was. So blue fairies and middle names, so fame is just a title to carry. So carry friend carry….carry away…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113220266165962482?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113220266165962482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113220266165962482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113220266165962482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113220266165962482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-honest-ramblings100105_16.html' title='My Honest Ramblings...._10.01.05'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211609132489583</id><published>2005-11-15T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:41:31.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Tucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;___________________________babytucker_______________04.01.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Abandoned and alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Walking aimlessly through a city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Trying to find a place to call home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He’s lived a life of pity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Even though none has been shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Overpass and cardboard boxes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He lives without his family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;No one to take care of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;No one to be there for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I’d like to say he still owns hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But his future looks dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Little baby Tucker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Living a life that no one wants to keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The poor boy Tucker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Alone and deprived of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The sun will rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And the sun will set,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But Tucker’s life is left in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I wish there was something I could do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;His years are sure to be few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Maybe the tears he cries at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Will sail him to a better place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And maybe he won’t have a life to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Or any dreams to chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Just let his hope be his raft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And let Tucker sail away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211609132489583?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211609132489583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211609132489583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211609132489583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211609132489583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby-tucker.html' title='Baby Tucker'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211606695510233</id><published>2005-11-15T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:41:06.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dog, Red Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;_______baddogredmoon________________________________04.04.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Waking up form my nightly hibernation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;by a dog who wouldn’t stop barking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Peer out the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Looking for that mutt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But my view is sidetracked by a figure in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;My lips let out a whisper, “Red moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;It was a bad dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And a red moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Signs showing suffering soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Sleep still knocking at the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Eyes wide open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But my mind still snores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The test of a man will shortly come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;That bad dog, that red moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Glance at my picture of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;It could be my last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;My muscles tighten up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;They feel like an invisible cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;My ears are straining form that dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Its seems to be raining form that moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Man I sure hope it ends soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Arguing with my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I think I’m falling insane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;This wind makes me catch my breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;This dog is making me deaf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;She’s locked inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And I hope the weather won’t tear us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Vomit all over the floor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Too much rum the night before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;They lied when they said it was meat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Now my stomach has faced defeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Hallucinations of dogs and moons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Man that was great, let’s do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211606695510233?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211606695510233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211606695510233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211606695510233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211606695510233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-dog-red-moon.html' title='Bad Dog, Red Moon'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211604086559323</id><published>2005-11-15T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:40:40.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin The Change</title><content type='html'>________beginthechange______01.19.05&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse 1)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever tasted reality,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or smelled the aroma of life?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever heard the clash of swords,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the ones known as words?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The bitter flavor of hate and anger,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;stills not enough for you,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to find something useful to do.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stop swallowing pain and strife,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Make a difference,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in this world,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and in your life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hearts beating frantically,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And others aren’t beating at all.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Times’ flying by drastically,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You missed the things you wish you saw.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every time we’re on the edge of something new,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;we seem to slip and fall,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The change begins with me and you,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but it effects us all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse 2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If impossible isn’t possible,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let us give up now.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let our dreams fade away,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let nobody hear what you say.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But impossible is possible,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and dreams become reality,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when a change begins,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and that starts with you and me.&lt;br/&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211604086559323?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211598704320710</id><published>2005-11-15T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:39:47.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If It's True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;_______________whatifitstrue __________03.14.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the center of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is the center of your broken thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the edge of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is the edge of your broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just waiting for you to fall out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Leads me somewhere you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the center of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is the center of imagination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just waiting to find a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let me lean against the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The wall that tends to fall on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let me pick some daffodils,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The one you use to steal from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Inside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These pedals of hope keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Falling from the tree of tree of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These tears that fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From my stitched up heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are the only things that’s keeping us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The glove I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I tried to turn things around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is the only thing I have of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So much for what if it’s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211598704320710?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211598704320710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211598704320710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211598704320710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211598704320710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-if-its-true.html' title='What If It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211595697403148</id><published>2005-11-15T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:39:16.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Staples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;________________wastingstaples_________________04.14.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;At night when the worlds asleep, (B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When the traffic lights are blinking, (B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I know I’ve faced defeat, (B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I can’t stop thinking. (B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m that guy,(E9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Far away,(E9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wide awake in my room,(E9, D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daydreaming,(E9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the night,(E9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of when I’ll find you soon,(E9, D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wasting staples as I pass the time,(E9, D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe while I wait I’ll find a rhyme,(E9, D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I live for hope, and I hope for life,(F, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll murder every mile in between,(F,C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though this situation was foreseen,(F,C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll be wasting staples tonight.(B, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;3am and all is well,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Except for the fact that I feel like I’ve failed,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monkey parade through my life, through my mind, (B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay as you are, I promise I’ll be just fine.(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You drew a picture of your face on my heart,(F, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelangelo of wishful art.(G, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold that picture deathly still,(F, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m gonna staple it so I’ll have it until….(F, G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Replay the first song I wrote in your head,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where this love is distant but existent,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though every mile from you kills me more,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And your not there when I open my door,(B, G, E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though we don’t see each other much,(F, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll one day be able to sleep,(F, C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And stop wasting staples at night. (D, G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211595697403148?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211595697403148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211595697403148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211595697403148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211595697403148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/wasting-staples.html' title='Wasting Staples'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211592031909915</id><published>2005-11-15T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:38:40.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Paper Clips At Lunchtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:180%;"&gt;twistedpaperclipsatlunchtime______03.19.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse1)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Apart from you, &lt;br/&gt;But still together.&lt;br/&gt;Sorta reminds me of the last nine months.&lt;br/&gt;What’s left for us?&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know whether,&lt;br/&gt;I like this idea or not.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Control my future,&lt;br/&gt;But not my feelings&lt;br/&gt;You see me here.&lt;br/&gt;It’s me your killing.&lt;br/&gt;You tried to save me,&lt;br/&gt;And I have to admit,&lt;br/&gt;You did a good job, but now you wanna quit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For just one night, look into the shadows.&lt;br/&gt;For just one day, let your feelings flow.&lt;br/&gt;For just a second, think of the one.&lt;br/&gt;Shield your eyes, and block the sun.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse3)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wound up surprised,&lt;br/&gt;But don’t ask me why.&lt;br/&gt;It’s like I’ve been going down a one way street.&lt;br/&gt;Just waiting for our paths to meet,&lt;br/&gt;What I meant was he got a second chance.&lt;br/&gt;And all I’m getting is a lonely dance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bridge)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I want you to know I still care about you.&lt;br/&gt;I don’t want it to sound like I don’t.&lt;br/&gt;As long as you live, I’m open arms,&lt;br/&gt;As long as you live, I’m a shoulder to cry on,&lt;br/&gt;By the way, this is how it’s always been.&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for always just being my friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211592031909915?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211592031909915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The Night Before I Was Sad</title><content type='html'>___________________________thenightbeforeiwassad______________10.18.05&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse1)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cuddled up, it’s a cold night,&lt;br/&gt;Going up again, hold on tight,&lt;br/&gt;Bound to the side, but I watched you dance,&lt;br/&gt;Walking around so I thought Id take a chance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your cold hands, your small hands,&lt;br/&gt;Front row seats, I’m your biggest fan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And on the night before I missed you so bad,&lt;br/&gt;We enjoyed ourselves and all the time we had.&lt;br/&gt;Man what I would give to have that night again,&lt;br/&gt;Or to live a little closer, to be more than just friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A funnel cake, and lemonade,&lt;br/&gt;I don’t see why, she was so afraid,&lt;br/&gt;Two nasty smoothies and one good one,&lt;br/&gt;I tipped the lady even though we bought none.&lt;br/&gt;Massaging a back whole youre walking didn’t quite work,&lt;br/&gt;The pop of balloons and the noise makes my ears hurt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your cold hands, your soft hands,&lt;br/&gt;Front row seats, I’m your biggest fan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse3)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And so the night comes to a pause,&lt;br/&gt;As we get on the Ferris wheel,&lt;br/&gt;It was so amazing but why did you pick me,&lt;br/&gt;You could have anyone and everyone you see.&lt;br/&gt;The taste of your lips, the sound of your laugh,&lt;br/&gt;It wasn’t supposed to end, that night was suppose to last.&lt;br/&gt;And the fireworks and my favorite last ride,&lt;br/&gt;And the last time I sat by your side,&lt;br/&gt;Thank you so much, for the time of my life,&lt;br/&gt;And Ill see you in my dreams, but when I wake up…&lt;br/&gt;when I wake up..&lt;br/&gt;when I wake up…..ill be sad…..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And when you feel depressed, &lt;br/&gt;just look at the spaces between your fingers, &lt;br/&gt;and remember…that mine fit perfect in between.&lt;br/&gt;Maybe one day…we’ll see…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211589110850939?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211589110850939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211589110850939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211589110850939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211589110850939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-before-i-was-sad.html' title='The Night Before I Was Sad'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211581645774961</id><published>2005-11-15T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:36:56.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and Congratulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:180%;"&gt;_____________thanksandcongratulations__________03.08.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Verse1)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bravo&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I congratulate you.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You got mad and you did what I knew you would do.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So how’s it feel?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Walking alone.,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dodging bullets wishing the result you had known.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I applaud your stupidity.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I give you a standing ovation.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’re no longer my remedy,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don’t worry what will happen to me.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thanks and Congratulations,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sooner or later,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or maybe both,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’ll realize that it wasn’t my fault.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’ll want to be back in my thoughts.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’ll wish you were back in my arms.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But they belong to someone else now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bridge)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You should’ve trusted me,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thought I knew you.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So this is life without organization,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don’t want your explanation.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You’ve got what you deserved.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now go live your ruined life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211581645774961?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211581645774961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211581645774961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211581645774961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211581645774961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-and-congratulations.html' title='Thanks and Congratulations'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211577428099658</id><published>2005-11-15T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:36:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;__________________stickfigures_________________________03.28.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And as the plane rises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And as the stomachs drop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And everyone peers out the windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;This little kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Has a smile on his face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;While he continues to draw stick men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And I glance over his shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;To get a better look at his notepad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;“What can I do for you sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And why do you look so sad?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He offered to draw me a picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He offered me all he had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I read a book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Then took a second look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And the kid was drawing again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Such a dreary day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Nobody with much to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But the kid still keeps that grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And as he noticed my curiosity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He began his life’s story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He said nobody takes care of him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And nobody has,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He said nobody is there for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And nobody was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Before he died, his father gave him a pen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And said son something this small will make you big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And he hasn’t put it down since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And when I asked him why he drew just stick figures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;He said that they show more emotion within action,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Rather than action within emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211577428099658?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211577428099658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211577428099658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211577428099658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211577428099658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/stick-figures.html' title='Stick Figures'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211574745577424</id><published>2005-11-15T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:35:47.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;________soundsofsighs_____________06.23.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;This is stupid, were my thoughts while freezing in the back of the room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why am I waiting for some girl to speak her mind, or even make it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jealousy kills its way through my immunities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why couldn’t of you just dumped me for who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m tired of looking at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;And receiving no look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;You’re opposed to opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;And you’re obviously in favor with that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m tired of missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;When it seems I’m ignored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;What else can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope your happy, cause it’s gotta be endured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;We just can’t seem to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I think you’ve taken me way too serious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Gosh this is getting on my freaking nerves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Poison Ivy of my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;The more I scratch for an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;The more the itching spreads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;It’s weird but tomorrow I dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Continuing on from my last night episode,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I really need to leave you alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;A lonely couch a lonely swing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;A lonely day, and I can’t tell if you want it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Open ended questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;To left open answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;It’s so hard to forget a whole year in so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mesmerized by your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m hoping the rumors aren’t true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;Inside out and color blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;But that’s how it’s supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211574745577424?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211574745577424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211574745577424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211574745577424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211574745577424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/sounds-of-sighs.html' title='Sounds of Sighs'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211572081349175</id><published>2005-11-15T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:35:20.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;__________pointlessconversation____________03.27.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The roads were slick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The lanes were small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The accelerator was pressed to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I think I’m sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Catch me when I fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I wish I had’ve told her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Such a pointless conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I can’t help believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;That it was all my fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I guess I made her mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But that’s not what I thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;So this is the ending exclamation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;What a waste of a perfect conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;It just happened like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Now it is her who I lack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The hand print on my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Reminds me of a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;A place I never knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But at least it was with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And she left the door open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And I heard her start the car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;She hadn’t heard a word I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Or maybe she took it too far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;If she hadv’e stopped yelling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;She would’ve heard me telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;That she shouldn’t go out tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;She left me alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;She didn’t say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;It burns me inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I wish I could hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Her last words of, “I hate you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Were obviously what was true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I wish she had’ve heard my petition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But instead it became just a pointless conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211568548549801</id><published>2005-11-15T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:34:45.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lane Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;____________onelanestreet_____________06.03.05_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Similarities of my dog and a rainstorm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pet her fur while I watch the clouds form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You suicidal King of Hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You Michelangelo of Wishful Art,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Box tops and car jams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Belt buckles and door slams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;This one-lane street is far too small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were on the edge but we didn’t fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost and found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Left to drown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dead to Daylight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alive and alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;This one-lane street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;That human being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve faced defeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Release Rosaline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Minutes of misplacements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Decades of Decay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Millions of refreshments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But you call me out to play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pre-conceived notions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like a boat in an ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The waters of your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Either pick me up or leave me behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You laugh and you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But your still not quite sure why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Empty promises, for empty arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re quite the pharmacist, I pulled the alarm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;With a Brooklyn Tee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And a desire to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got the latest edition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The common attraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;To our one-lane malfunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whispers near gravesites, near shadows, near streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I locked up my heart with graphite, late shows on have a seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you read this think of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll be thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;So confusing and you know that it’s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll murder the kid, who thinks he’ll kid you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll rethink my words of mountain dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;This one-lane street is facing D.O.T.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe they’ll widen it enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211568548549801?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211568548549801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211568548549801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211568548549801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211568548549801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-lane-street.html' title='One Lane Street'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211561632132966</id><published>2005-11-15T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:33:36.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;_____________myfriend_____________03.14.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It’s been awhile good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since I’ve heard your voice my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I called you up my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but you were gone my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It’s been awhile good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since I’ve seen your smile my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And it’s killing me to ask where you’ve gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In pain and sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I throw down the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I run inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But I had bad dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It’s been far too long, good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When will we talk again, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It’s been 4 weeks, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since Ive talked with you good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And when I called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was like you packed up and left country,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; left your family and left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sad and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of fighting the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The same days that separate our voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If only I could see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe check up on you, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211561632132966?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211561632132966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211561632132966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211561632132966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211561632132966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211558973920633</id><published>2005-11-15T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:33:09.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;_____________myapologies ___________09.09.05&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Summertime and a pool in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Sometimes when I think I’ve failed to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;In search of frogs turns into a constant search for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I’m calling my lawyer, and I’m planning to sue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Being that beautiful must be illegal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But what does it matter, when you hear that come from every guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;You put away the bag of Doritos, but still I ask why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I bet I could have been better at tennis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;If I concentrated on the ball and not on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;You ask me how on earth I found you and your pretty face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Well we all know angels don’t dwell on earth so you seemed a little out of place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Memories are memories, they fade but don’t erase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Like a moonlit dance and ten bruised toes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;From where I stepped on the girl that I chose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And a night awake thinking of her in the next room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And some things never change but some things we must assume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I just wish you would’ve known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I just wish I had’ve told you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;A boardgame at a beach house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;a movie upstairs but we were only ten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I should’ve told you my little secret long ago when it would’ve meant something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;‘Cause now every guy is waiting in line and it’s backed up until I turn sixty-nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Now the flashbacks are more than quick flashes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;They are more like non-leaving memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Of times when I just wanted to hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;So if it matters these are my apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;You now that feeling when you wished upon the star and it burned out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;or the feeling when you throw a coin into a wishing well and its all drained out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Or you finally find the words to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;With an open mailbox but the wrong address,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;So no reply but I must confess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;That whoever prince charming turns out to be, is only prince charming because he’s charmed to be with you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211558973920633?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211558973920633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211558973920633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211558973920633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211558973920633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211555605785178</id><published>2005-11-15T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:32:36.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;____________monalisasmile_____________________04.02.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The day your smile lifts my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Will only come too soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The days fly by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But yet they pass so slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Sun on my back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And dust in my mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Troubled times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But your smile I’ll never lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;You see it might seem complicated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And the situation overrated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But few things in this first life shine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And one of those things belong to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Your smile might seem like a normal trait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But never take it for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;‘Cause it means the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;When life is abandoned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;And dimples no longer show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;When ashes float throughout the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The ashes that dwell below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Look toward your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I’ve been waiting awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;For that smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;So don’t let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Draining form this dry ravine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Coughing up what I’ve foreseen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Scrapes and rocks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Random times I’ll find your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Braided hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;I’ll be waiting here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;When you come around the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Or when you cross the bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Your smile comes to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Let the blind see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211555605785178?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211555605785178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211555605785178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211555605785178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211555605785178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/mona-lisa-smile.html' title='Mona Lisa Smile'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211551731174302</id><published>2005-11-15T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:31:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment Ruiner?</title><content type='html'>____momentruiner?________09.28.05&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A stamped envelope with my name and address,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You so ditched me, but I was the one who left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fourteen years and many days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And many lines I’ve had to rephrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stars are waiting, they are calling out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They look down at us looking up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They wonder what all our wishing is about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then one shoots off, the wish comes true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another reason why dreams are pursued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half-mast, heartbreak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My last, mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acquired, my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desired, to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The missing link to this so-called chain of dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You made me blink, and now you’re gone or so it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amusing how distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can be such a resistance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it doesn’t mean love isn’t existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice how we have a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a ring, you have my word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets catch the next train out and let’s be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secret is out, but it always was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever happens, happens as it does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft southern accent and a want to do right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A want to come over and hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say you’re a moment runnier I’d have to disagree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You saved the moment and you saved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211551731174302?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211551731174302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211551731174302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211551731174302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211551731174302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment-ruiner.html' title='Moment Ruiner?'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211546996646496</id><published>2005-11-15T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:31:09.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters From Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;lettersfromsingapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;____________________05.12.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Staring deep into those careless eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me sit and sympathize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Teardrops fall then they vaporize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m writing a letter to myself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yard gnomes dwell in your front lawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They look happy, but they don’t know he’s gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The mailman comes and maybe he’ll stop this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The clouds stay near, but maybe the sun will shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’ve become an embedded fixation with your hands on the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just waiting and wishing to receive letters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;From Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When distance becomes your arch-enemy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When your alter-ego becomes just a simple casualty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Broken lines that paint the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They lead me back, they lead me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;April rain, and August sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pick some dandelions, put down the gun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Patience will bring him home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well he’s been serving in the military,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;For what seems like half a century,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You celebrate the lonely holidays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where the only one who is with you is your heart of decay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They shipped him to Singapore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They said one year, but you know it’s been more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’ve wrote him letters, but he hasn’t replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’ve sat on those porch steps and everyday you’ve cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You can’t make him miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But at least you can say you tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The mailman slows then he comes to a stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You wipe your tears and you pull yourself together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;He reaches out his hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And he gives you a letter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your heart is pounding as you go inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You rip open the envelope, then start to read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Dear Mrs. Maggy, ….your lover has died.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And with a mixture of emotions and feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re feeling sad and your feeling hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;It came rather quickly I shall confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And today I visited Maggy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;To see how she was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;On her bed lay evidence and artifacts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;A gun and blood, and a rather helpless act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who could do this to a girl that always shines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I saw her last note that says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;“I did it to myself this time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211546996646496?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211546996646496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211546996646496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211546996646496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211546996646496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/letters-from-singapore.html' title='Letters From Singapore'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211544215217267</id><published>2005-11-15T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:30:42.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Theft</title><content type='html'>_________________________identitytheft_____________________05.16.05&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse1)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For almost a year now,&lt;br/&gt;I’ve been something I’m not.&lt;br/&gt;Caught in what’s thought to be normal,&lt;br/&gt;You pulled the trigger and I got shot.&lt;br/&gt;Life and its complications,&lt;br/&gt;You and I and our mis-communications,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And for so long now,&lt;br/&gt;I’ve been stealing identities,&lt;br/&gt;Trying to find the perfect personality,&lt;br/&gt;And for so long now,&lt;br/&gt;You’ve watched me try to be,&lt;br/&gt;Somebody that I’m not, &lt;br/&gt;I wish you could forgive me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why in life and love,&lt;br/&gt;Do I conform to the culture?&lt;br/&gt;Why didn’t you&lt;br/&gt;Stop me before you left?&lt;br/&gt;I wish I could’ve told you then,&lt;br/&gt;That it’s not me it’s just a case of identity theft.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse3)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I find it funny,&lt;br/&gt;That when I finally find the words,&lt;br/&gt; I find no one to tell them to.&lt;br/&gt;And with angels passing and raindrops falling,&lt;br/&gt;I tell you I’m alright and I am.&lt;br/&gt; But I wish I had’ve been before.&lt;br/&gt;Verse4)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You say I’m overcommited,&lt;br/&gt;Eventhough I haven’t seen you much at all.&lt;br/&gt;I wish I had’ve known,&lt;br/&gt;That you didn’t want to hear those words I said to you,&lt;br/&gt;I thought I was just doing what I was suppose to do,&lt;br/&gt;But I got too wrapped up in custom,&lt;br/&gt;And not the way I feel about you.&lt;br/&gt;So I ask for your forgiveness,&lt;br/&gt; if you have any left,&lt;br/&gt;For spoiling your year with my identity theft.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse5)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m hoping now,&lt;br/&gt;We can act how we meant to act.&lt;br/&gt;I’m hoping now,&lt;br/&gt;I won’t be somebody I wasn’t meant to be,&lt;br/&gt;I feel like a year was wasted in a way,&lt;br/&gt;You said yes ‘cause you thought I’d be me,&lt;br/&gt;But then I go and steal somebody’s identity just to make you happy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211544215217267?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211544215217267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211544215217267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211544215217267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211544215217267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/identity-theft.html' title='Identity Theft'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211541874893104</id><published>2005-11-15T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:30:18.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in Like at First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;____________ibelieveinlikeatfirstsight______________05.23.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt; I finally realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I’ve lost all I had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;That I use to look in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And know if your day was good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really didn’t mean what I had said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise it was just Juliet in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blind eyes, and now our enemy has won the fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I realize that I’m a believer in like at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;A broken picture on my shattered wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;A beautiful girl, let me catch her when she falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The picture resembles our life apart but still together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;It resembles my broken heart, screwed up ‘cause I didn’t know better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;6am and a wasted two hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought you had him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m sorry I left behind the flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chrous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I find it funny, that one day can be a best and worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had you in my arms, but then you were gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I should’ve gone ahead and initiated it first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I didn’t want to put you in a place you didn’t want to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just making sure I wasn’t stealing someone’s identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so many questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I don’t want to ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like a failure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But one with a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I meant to dip you and have a successful twirl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess I was just too caught up in such a beautiful girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now that we agree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can we talk it over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And find some way to make it work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard that angels don’t carry pistols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But somehow you shot me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I think it hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;No hurt feelings, you can patch the wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;No more killing, we’ll figure this out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to see you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And have it your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And whatever the slogan is for Chick-fil-a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You asked for things to stay the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can we still have our fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;As long as I’m myself and believe in like at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;at least not the way you say I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I’ll stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope things turn out right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m now a believer in like at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211541874893104?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211541874893104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211541874893104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211541874893104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211541874893104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-believe-in-like-at-first-sight.html' title='I believe in Like at First Sight'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211537867034055</id><published>2005-11-15T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:29:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Heard of Romeo and Juliet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;______________________everheardofromeoandjuliet?_______04.18.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Exaggeration of the mind not heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I say we’re years apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Affirmed by balls of paper near the trash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying to find the right words to say to you at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you’ll dream of falling angels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Mona Lisa smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We can be together separately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s not like we haven’t tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Partners in crime, but with no regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They risked their life, for the other ones’ love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Held each other tight, through constellations that dwell above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not knowing what the morning brings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They risked it all, for love in chains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Counting sheep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But not asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Parasites of the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;A neighbor’s sympathy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But not for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though I wasn’t fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ll wage this war on the battleground, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the battleground is our enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ll make sure to check the lost and found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And let you know the possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once our enemy has faced defeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The enemy of miles on I-40,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ll write a nice epitaph in loving memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’ll sign our names and say, “Let us be”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that’s exactly what will set us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211537867034055?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211537867034055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211537867034055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211537867034055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211537867034055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-heard-of-romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Ever Heard of Romeo and Juliet?'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211534511235649</id><published>2005-11-15T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:29:05.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen Candles and a Long Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;_________________eighteencandlesandalonglostlove________05.05.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said she met him in a coffee shop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said they talked and laughed a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But she’s been known to dream non-stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;So nobody know if she’s lying or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eighteen candles and a long lost love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She reached out, but gets denied from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope for her sake he turns out real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She’s going insane, she can’t hold still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She closes her eyes and makes a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She blew her eighteen candles out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;All she needed was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt; Its 1am, she’s now 18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’ll find her sitting in front of the TV screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anti-Depressant of chocolate ice cream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She won’t fall asleep ‘cause she knows she’ll have those dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She grabbed the keys and slammed the front door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said this is my life why do I feel so insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;With her life’s failure as motivation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She pulled up to a small gas station,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;With a fake ID and a desire to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She promised to find him if it’s the last thing she does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately that’s exactly what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She thought she was getting caught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;As the cashier started chasing after her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;It took only one shot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;To make her life a worst disaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And as she looked at the dead cashier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know she lost some tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;She realized that she killed the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;That she’d been looking for before she used the gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Funeral as an after party,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We buried them side by side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eighteen with a future unforeseen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But she was missing her long lost love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211534511235649?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211534511235649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211534511235649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211534511235649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211534511235649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/eighteen-candles-and-long-lost-love.html' title='Eighteen Candles and a Long Lost Love'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211531551173306</id><published>2005-11-15T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:28:35.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwords Backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;_______________________________backwordsbackwards_________11.05.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If it would mean anything anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realizing all the things that I’ve said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the times I’ve lost you because of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the attacks I’ve led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And how your heart turned dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Would you choke on the joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you forgot to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or did you decline your chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Turned up your lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Turned down a dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran a red-light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And outran a cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To bring you these flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did all I could till I was caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drown solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the backyard pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I take back my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And they pull back my consequences as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will be the living waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211531551173306?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211531551173306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211531551173306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211531551173306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211531551173306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/backwords-backwards.html' title='Backwords Backwards'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211528269961834</id><published>2005-11-15T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:28:02.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels with Pistols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;_______________angelswithpistols____________05.25.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;One last song, one last anthem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;One last chance, after the dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;One last hug, one last kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;One last bullet, please don’t miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s angels with pistols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;The real killers of men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’re one day the best in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the next we’re just another guy and a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You pulled the trigger without hesitation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t even give us an explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re an angel whose killing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart and my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can we figure this out, ‘cause I want you back in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your choking on gum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But we’re having some fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I don’t know if it meant anything or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;You said we’re at a different pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know that’s not the case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you want to try again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls say they’re not complicating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But we know that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They tell you they need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then one day they leave you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They play hard-to-catch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And we can never figure them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But right when we’ve lost all doubts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;They turn around and use the pistol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verse3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be my last song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you decide to move along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But please do me a favor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And don’t pull the trigger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Without talking about what’s wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is hard for me to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;But if it mattered in anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you change your mind if I told you I hate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211528269961834?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211528269961834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211528269961834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211528269961834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211528269961834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/angels-with-pistols.html' title='Angels with Pistols'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211522793152559</id><published>2005-11-15T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:27:07.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Melody for Mandy</title><content type='html'>______________mellowmelodyformandy__________11.09.05&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Here it is guys.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;This is my mellow melody for Mandy.&lt;br/&gt;She’s trapped inside reality.&lt;br/&gt;Her tears drain to the Trevi Fountain&lt;br/&gt;Throw in a coin and feel her pain.&lt;br/&gt;One of these days you’ll hear her shoutin'&lt;br/&gt;That’s just her shadow being slain.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse1)&lt;br/&gt;Well Mark left Mandy for another chic,&lt;br/&gt;And mark found out that she got all sick.&lt;br/&gt;Then Mandy found out that her friends Michelle,&lt;br/&gt;Had kept many secrets that she would not tell.&lt;br/&gt;So Mandy got up and went out for a beer,&lt;br/&gt;Hold it in Mandy, hold in the tears.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;Well Mandy's sister Blair had a fiancée,&lt;br/&gt;His name was Eric at least it was yesterday.&lt;br/&gt;But Mandy found out that Eric had a girl and a boy,&lt;br/&gt;And then mother was Michelle and everything was destroyed.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse3)&lt;br/&gt;Mark has been trying to frame Eric for something,&lt;br/&gt;So he could get to Blair for free and for nothing.&lt;br/&gt;Mandy's got beef with her step mom, Honey,&lt;br/&gt;'Cause she cheated on her dad and she stole his money.&lt;br/&gt;Mandy's brother is stuck in jail.&lt;br/&gt;'Cause he stalked somebody named Michelle.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse4)&lt;br/&gt;So now Mandy sits at home,&lt;br/&gt;Eating chocolate ice-cream all alone.&lt;br/&gt;Her life as a reminder,&lt;br/&gt;And her past behind her,&lt;br/&gt;She packs her bags and starts over.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211522793152559?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211522793152559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211522793152559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211522793152559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211522793152559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/mellow-melody-for-mandy.html' title='Mellow Melody for Mandy'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211518002523181</id><published>2005-11-15T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:26:20.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded Orange Chalk</title><content type='html'>_______________________________fadedorangechalk_______11.01.05A photogenic moonlight,Ill hold you close like last night,The whispered words i heardAnd all the evidence that I watched burn.From all of our faded orange chalk.Chorus)And i can look back,And still rememberThe memories we shared,From when we drew our stories,In the middle of Times Square,And with the dust,That came from that chalk,Everytime the wind blew.It painted a picture on a nearby wall,Of all the times I spent with you.Well it seemed just like yesterday,When you called me up from a pay phone, And said you had something to say.A secret you had kept,Since when we met that April day.And The sound i heard, once i heard your words,Was the sound of phone off reciever,My friend said maybe you shoudl believe her,And i realized that our orange chalk,had faded away....(Chorus)Later on,When i thought all feelings were gone.I called you up and  found you in tears.I was suppose to be the guy that never cause pain,And i was suppose to be the one to shelter the chalk during the rain.Eventhough ive done it before,And although it doesnt mean more,I feel i must apologize,I felt your pain when i looked in your eyes.(Chorus)And our memories,Still lay drawn on the streets.In faded orange chalk,And in pictures that seem to talk.And as you pass by make sure you smile.Cause when the wind blows,The shavings of faded orange chalk follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211518002523181?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211518002523181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211518002523181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211518002523181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211518002523181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/faded-orange-chalk.html' title='Faded Orange Chalk'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211514097212967</id><published>2005-11-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:25:40.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accent Mark</title><content type='html'>________________accentmark_________11.03.05&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse 1)&lt;br/&gt;The roses all look alike,&lt;br/&gt;And all the guys seem to want to fight,&lt;br/&gt;Cause they know I have you heart,&lt;br/&gt;An added abstract accent mark.&lt;br/&gt;A lipstick coated collar,&lt;br/&gt;For another wasted dollar.&lt;br/&gt;And I tied her wings up with her hair bow,&lt;br/&gt;And every time she cried I told her no.&lt;br/&gt;Her head on my shoulder,&lt;br/&gt;She left it soaking wet,&lt;br/&gt;She wanted me to hold her,&lt;br/&gt;To look beyod her regrets.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;A slur of speech,&lt;br/&gt;And a wink of the eye,&lt;br/&gt;A slave to life's leash,&lt;br/&gt;But you still ask why.&lt;br/&gt;And the accent mark above your name,&lt;br/&gt;Reminds me you’re too caught up in fame.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse2)&lt;br/&gt;A stand-alone invitation,&lt;br/&gt;An added smirk for animation,&lt;br/&gt;A lost perception of what's right,&lt;br/&gt;Some community service and a trip to new hieghts.&lt;br/&gt;A ruined city and an underground party,&lt;br/&gt;Someone called the cops but they came too late,&lt;br/&gt;You were passed out on the floor,&lt;br/&gt;And as I looked at your closed eyelids,&lt;br/&gt;I realized that you chose your fate.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse3)&lt;br/&gt;I carried you home one last time,&lt;br/&gt;But this time you weren’t conscious,&lt;br/&gt;Stumbling over things not even there,&lt;br/&gt;And I laid you on your bed and I kissed you goodnight,&lt;br/&gt;You didn’t know that it would be the last time I would hold you so tight.&lt;br/&gt;You chose your path and you chose mine,&lt;br/&gt;I can’t wait around for you to find,&lt;br/&gt;The answer to the open-ended question&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse 4)&lt;br/&gt;My wristwatch has finally died out,&lt;br/&gt;Your name all over all the fancy magazines,&lt;br/&gt;Defined and noticed by your accent mark,&lt;br/&gt;And how you replyed to the false start.&lt;br/&gt;Eyes of the ocean and hair of the sun,&lt;br/&gt;If only there was an accent mark for everyone.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Verse 5)&lt;br/&gt;Quiet dear, I hit the snooze,&lt;br/&gt;You can stay asleep, I hid the booze,&lt;br/&gt;But when you wake up don’t expect to find,&lt;br/&gt;A key to unlock what was left behind.&lt;br/&gt;When you want to talk,&lt;br/&gt;Just talk to the moon and stars,&lt;br/&gt;And Ill take all fault,&lt;br/&gt;Dance ballerina, in your high-price, rundown, too good for everyone else, leotard...&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211514097212967?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211514097212967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211514097212967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211514097212967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211514097212967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/accent-mark_15.html' title='Accent Mark'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113211505363242571</id><published>2005-11-15T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:24:13.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;_____________________lastsong___________11.11.05&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;So let your eyes keep rhythm as we dance to the last song,&lt;br/&gt;Let the hint and the scent of your breath remind me this is where we belong.&lt;br/&gt;Let’s forget all our pointless fights,&lt;br/&gt;Let’s make this song last throughout the night.&lt;br/&gt;Let’s hide from what seeks to find us.&lt;br/&gt;Let’s make the world oblivious.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Chorus)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Cause this last song&lt;br/&gt;Is a request to the DJ,&lt;br/&gt;I owe this girl a dance,&lt;br/&gt;Won’t you please let it play?&lt;br/&gt;And once it’s heard, &lt;br/&gt;Let me find you,&lt;br/&gt;And let us dance to this last song.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;You in your beautiful dress,&lt;br/&gt;And me in a make-believe tux,&lt;br/&gt;This dance means more than less,&lt;br/&gt;Cause the last time we danced I know I sucked.&lt;br/&gt;May I put my arms around you?&lt;br/&gt;May I twirl you may dip you?&lt;br/&gt;May I have forgiveness already?&lt;br/&gt;For when I step on your toes?&lt;br/&gt;Let’s hope our ride home is stuck and froze.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;We’ll leave the dance, and all that it includes,&lt;br/&gt;We’ll take our chances and we’ll drive under the moon.&lt;br/&gt;We’ll walk the boardwalk down by the beach.&lt;br/&gt;And we’ll remember the promises you thought I couldn’t keep.&lt;br/&gt;Its love its not lust,&lt;br/&gt;As I ask and I must,&lt;br/&gt;When this night is over will you want it back?&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;We will say goodbye to the ocean and it will wave back.&lt;br/&gt;We will spend that night laughing and smiling at each others smiles.&lt;br/&gt;We will put the song on playback,&lt;br/&gt;And let it play for awhile.&lt;br/&gt;We will stop at our lookout place,&lt;br/&gt;And we will climb on top of the car.&lt;br/&gt;I will look down on your beautiful face,&lt;br/&gt;And you will notice the stars.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Arms around each other as we lay there in silence,&lt;br/&gt;Not asking the want, and not wanting to ask.&lt;br/&gt;The stereo will act in defiance,&lt;br/&gt;As I try to play the song, and it denies the task.&lt;br/&gt;You tell me its ok,&lt;br/&gt;So I totally forget about it.&lt;br/&gt;I look down at you,&lt;br/&gt;And let your eyes keep rhythm as we danced to the last song.  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;And once the stars pass and we wake up to the sun,&lt;br/&gt;All alone on that car and the last song is done,&lt;br/&gt;Ill drive you home,&lt;br/&gt;And Ill hug you goodbye,&lt;br/&gt;Ill leave all alone,&lt;br/&gt;And we both ask ourselves why.&lt;br/&gt;But that remains hidden even if we want to know.&lt;br/&gt;Cause we are too scared to answer it and let our feelings flow.&lt;br/&gt;If only I could show in a way not as transparent.&lt;br/&gt;We could dance to our last song. It will deny me, but I dare it.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113211505363242571?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113211505363242571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113211505363242571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211505363242571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113211505363242571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-song.html' title='Last Song'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766332.post-113210773434048360</id><published>2005-11-15T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:22:14.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.........</title><content type='html'>Hey kids. This blogspot is going to be a place I record my songs so people can read them and tell me what they think of them. I will be posting probably all that I write. No matter how long or what about. Well I mean if its my buisness Im not going to share it with yall, but this is where Im going to record my songs. This will be fun I assure you. And fun to go back and have a place where I can read all of them. The main focus on this blogspot is not to get attention mind you, but because I think it will be a neat thing to do. So thanks and until my song postings.....goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;This is your chance....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766332-113210773434048360?l=abnorsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113210773434048360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766332&amp;postID=113210773434048360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113210773434048360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766332/posts/default/113210773434048360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnorsen.blogspot.com/2005/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing.........'/><author><name>Abnorsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852209985169024083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
