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		<title>Till death</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 01:49:49 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Obituary]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Kill. Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell. Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait. Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell. Fighting death. Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell. Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait. Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell. Fighting death. You play the loser. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kill.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fighting death.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fighting death.<br />
You play the loser.<br />
Remain to live.<br />
Live to the day.<br />
Find the need.<br />
Kill all.<br />
Kill, raid, rot,&#8230; <span id="more-2654023"></span>Kill.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fighting death.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death, remove any wait.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death in a living hell.<br />
Fighting death.<br />
You play the loser.<br />
Remain to live.<br />
Live to the day.<br />
Find the need.<br />
Kill all.<br />
Kill, raid, rot, and live to fight death.<br />
We loathe thee to the death.<br />
Loathe it&#8217;s lies.<br />
Fight &#8217;til the death.<br />
Live, we die.<br />
Killing for the need.<br />
Death we love.<br />
It lies.</p>
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		<title>Southbound</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 01:34:07 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Thin Lizzy]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The boom time it is over A ghost town is all that&#8217;s left here The gold rush it is over And depression days draw near Tonight after sundown I&#8217;m going to pack my case I leave without a sound Disappear without a trace I&#8217;m going&#8230; The boom time it is over A ghost town is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The boom time it is over<br />
A ghost town is all that&#8217;s left here<br />
The gold rush it is over<br />
And depression days draw near</p>
<p>Tonight after sundown<br />
I&#8217;m going to pack my case<br />
I leave without a sound<br />
Disappear without a trace</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going&#8230; <span id="more-2654039"></span>The boom time it is over<br />
A ghost town is all that&#8217;s left here<br />
The gold rush it is over<br />
And depression days draw near</p>
<p>Tonight after sundown<br />
I&#8217;m going to pack my case<br />
I leave without a sound<br />
Disappear without a trace</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going southbound</p>
<p>Drifting like a drover<br />
Chasing my career<br />
From the ships docked in the harbour<br />
New horizons will appear</p>
<p>Tumbling with the tumbleweed<br />
Down the open road<br />
Taking only what I need<br />
Before my head explodes</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going southbound</p>
<p>Hey, you&#8217;re not getting any younger<br />
The wild west has already been won<br />
Northern lights are growing colder<br />
And the old eastern ways are gone</p>
<p>So tonight after sundown<br />
You must go from this place<br />
Without a tear, without a frown<br />
Disappear without a trace</p>
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		<title>Shine</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 01:18:07 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Simply Red]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Ooh I remember those old love letters Plagued with memories, I can&#8217;t forget us Trying to fight it, trying to hide it Rekindled flames are not recommended But it never went out boy, it never ended Trying to fight it, trying&#8230; Ooh I remember those old love letters Plagued with memories, I can&#8217;t forget us [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ooh I remember those old love letters<br />
Plagued with memories, I can&#8217;t forget us<br />
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it</p>
<p>Rekindled flames are not recommended<br />
But it never went out boy, it never ended<br />
Trying to fight it, trying&#8230; <span id="more-2654024"></span>Ooh I remember those old love letters<br />
Plagued with memories, I can&#8217;t forget us<br />
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it</p>
<p>Rekindled flames are not recommended<br />
But it never went out boy, it never ended<br />
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it<br />
But your love it shines</p>
<p>In a cruel hard world<br />
It&#8217;s a miracle to find<br />
Someone good, someone whose love it shines<br />
Your love it shines</p>
<p>Here in this apartment with oh too many rooms<br />
Pearls once meant something, they brought me only gloom<br />
Trying to fight it, trying to hide it<br />
Rekindled flames are not recommended<br />
But it never went out boy, it never ended<br />
Crime can fight it, lies can hide it<br />
But your love it shines</p>
<p>In a cruel hard world<br />
It&#8217;s a miracle to find<br />
Someone good, someone whose love it shines<br />
Your love it shines</p>
<p>You&#8217;d better shine your love, shine your love, shine it up<br />
You&#8217;d better shine your love, shine your love, shine it up</p>
<p>In a cruel hard world<br />
It&#8217;s a miracle to find<br />
Someone good, someone whose love it shines<br />
Your love it shines</p>
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		<title>Looking back</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:42:19 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Dan Hill]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Looking back at public school Reading playboy magazine Insisting that the articles Were the only things we&#8217;d read Thinking then that love was meant to Conquer And if a girl said she liked you Then you&#8217;d&#8230; Looking back at public school Reading playboy magazine Insisting that the articles Were the only things we&#8217;d read Thinking [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Looking back at public school<br />
Reading playboy magazine<br />
Insisting that the articles<br />
Were the only things we&#8217;d read<br />
Thinking then that love was meant to<br />
Conquer<br />
And if a girl said she liked you<br />
Then you&#8217;d&#8230; <span id="more-2654032"></span>Looking back at public school<br />
Reading playboy magazine<br />
Insisting that the articles<br />
Were the only things we&#8217;d read<br />
Thinking then that love was meant to<br />
Conquer<br />
And if a girl said she liked you<br />
Then you&#8217;d bonk her<br />
Don&#8217;t try to lay that mush on me </p>
<p>Looking back a high school<br />
Getting drunk for the local dance<br />
Lonely boys &#8211; nervous girls<br />
Grappling with romance<br />
Thinking then that love<br />
Meant something frightening<br />
A sudden end as brutal<br />
As bolts of lightening<br />
Don&#8217;t know what it was, but it scared me </p>
<p>Chorus:<br />
From one night stands to wedding bands<br />
To struggling to stay free<br />
Watching time move faster<br />
As hold on helplessly<br />
As love smoulders waiting to be tamed<br />
We grow older staying much the same </p>
<p>Looking back a college life<br />
Seemed like such a compromise<br />
Unsure of my direction<br />
Using brains as my disguise<br />
Thinking then that love meant to<br />
remember<br />
You only felt its warmth<br />
When you surrendered<br />
don&#8217;t know what it was, but it scared me </p>
<p>Repeat Chorus<br />
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		<title>Asia</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 00:32:50 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Nomadi]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Fra i fiori tropicali, fra grida di dolcezza, la lenta, lieve brezza scivolava. E piano poi portava, fischiando fra la rete,&#8230; Fra i fiori tropicali, fra grida di dolcezza, la lenta, lieve brezza scivolava. E piano poi portava, fischiando fra la rete, l&#8217;odore delle sete e della spezia. Leone di Venezia, Leone di San Marco, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fra i fiori tropicali, fra grida di dolcezza,<br />
la lenta, lieve brezza scivolava.<br />
E piano poi portava, fischiando fra la rete,&#8230; <span id="more-2654030"></span>Fra i fiori tropicali, fra grida di dolcezza,<br />
la lenta, lieve brezza scivolava.<br />
E piano poi portava, fischiando fra la rete,<br />
l&#8217;odore delle sete e della spezia.<br />
Leone di Venezia, Leone di San Marco,<br />
l&#8217;arma cristiana &egrave; al varco dell&#8217;Oriente:<br />
ai porti di ponente il mare ti ha portato<br />
i carichi di avorio e di broccato.<br />
Le vesti dei mercanti trasudano di ori,<br />
tesori immani portano le stive;<br />
si affacciano alle rive le colorate vele,<br />
fragranti di garofano e di pepe.<br />
Trasudano le schiene schiantate dal lavoro,<br />
son per la terra mirra, l&#8217;oro e incenso.<br />
Sembra che sia nel vento, su fra la palma somma,<br />
il grido del sudore e della gomma.<br />
E l&#8217;asia par che dorma, ma sta sospesa in aria<br />
l&#8217;immensa millenaria sua cultura:<br />
i bianchi e la natura non possono schiacciare<br />
i Buddha, i Chela, gli uomini ed il mare.<br />
Leone di San Marco, leone del profeta,<br />
ad est di Creta corre il tuo vangelo;<br />
si staglia contro il cielo il tuo<br />
simbolo strano: la spada e non il libro hai nella mano.<br />
Terra di meraviglie, terra di grazie e mali,<br />
di mitici animali da bestiari;<br />
s&#8217;arriva dai santuari, fin sopra all&#8217;alta plancia,<br />
il fumo della Ganja e dell&#8217;incenso.<br />
E quel profumo intenso &egrave; rotta di gabbiani,<br />
segno di vani simboli divini.<br />
E gli uccelli marini additano col volo<br />
la strada del Katai per Marco Polo.</p>
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		<title>Hello &amp; goodbye</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:42:19 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[The Ataris]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[So long my friend, don&#8217;t say goodbye just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky. we&#8217;ll go&#8230; So long my friend, don&#8217;t say goodbye just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky. we&#8217;ll go walking through the park and hang out in the rain. tell a joke and watch me smile [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So long my friend, don&#8217;t say goodbye<br />
just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky.<br />
we&#8217;ll go&#8230; <span id="more-2654035"></span>So long my friend, don&#8217;t say goodbye<br />
just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky.<br />
we&#8217;ll go walking through the park<br />
and hang out in the rain.<br />
tell a joke and watch me smile<br />
as we drink away the day. </p>
<p>and know the next time that you<br />
make a wish upon a star<br />
I&#8217;ll be wishing on the same one that you do<br />
and every night I&#8217;m all alone<br />
in some burn out highway town<br />
I&#8217;ll be thinking of the day that I met you. </p>
<p>hello again, it&#8217;s been to long.<br />
what happened to our love<br />
since the last time I was gone? </p>
<p>I detach myself again<br />
and lose something everytime.<br />
the solutions in the problem<br />
temporarily alright. </p>
<p>and know the next time that you<br />
make a wish upon a star<br />
that sometimes it might actually come true.<br />
our conversation can&#8217;t consist of hello and goodbye<br />
and the silence between saying I love you.<br />
and sometimes I wonder &#8217;bout that too.</p>
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		<title>In the sunshine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:41:19 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Renaissance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Love of my life Where are you now on this earth Safe and secure as the deep ocean floor You were always there You&#8217;re on my mind Longing for you in my life On a white horse we would ride like the wind All the&#8230; Love of my life Where are you now on this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love of my life<br />
Where are you now on this earth<br />
Safe and secure as the deep ocean floor<br />
You were always there<br />
You&#8217;re on my mind<br />
Longing for you in my life<br />
On a white horse we would ride like the wind<br />
All the&#8230; <span id="more-2654027"></span>Love of my life<br />
Where are you now on this earth<br />
Safe and secure as the deep ocean floor<br />
You were always there<br />
You&#8217;re on my mind<br />
Longing for you in my life<br />
On a white horse we would ride like the wind<br />
All the loving times<br />
All of my love all my emotion<br />
Always there calling me<br />
Anytime reach out and I&#8217;ll be there<br />
And though we&#8217;re far apart<br />
We&#8217;ll always have our love<br />
We&#8217;ll always be the same<br />
So look in the sky<br />
We share the moon and stars<br />
For all eternity<br />
The road is long and I am with you never-ending<br />
We&#8217;re walking along in the sunshine<br />
Here in my heart<br />
Floating in a gondola of dreams<br />
You will appear as the mist disappears<br />
I will hear our song<br />
When you are gone<br />
To a place in the sun<br />
Silence is heard all the wondrous words<br />
You&#8217;re the only one<br />
All my love and emotion<br />
Always there calling to me<br />
Anytime reach out and I&#8217;ll be there<br />
And though we&#8217;re far apart<br />
We&#8217;ll always have our love<br />
We&#8217;ll always be the same<br />
So look into the sky<br />
We share the moon and stars<br />
For all eternity<br />
The road is long and I am with you<br />
never-ending<br />
We&#8217;re walking along in the sunshine</p>
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		<title>The night i stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 21:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Hank Snow]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Listen folks and I will tell a funny story You may think it sad but I was in my glory &#8216;Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin As my hand fell on the jug I had&#8230; Listen folks and I will tell [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Listen folks and I will tell a funny story<br />
You may think it sad but I was in my glory<br />
&#8216;Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin<br />
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>As my hand fell on the jug I had&#8230; <span id="more-2654038"></span>Listen folks and I will tell a funny story<br />
You may think it sad but I was in my glory<br />
&#8216;Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin<br />
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker<br />
But when I started for the door I went much quicker<br />
For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed<br />
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin&#8217;<br />
And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin&#8217;<br />
Then I stopped and hauled the plug, sat there till I drained the jug<br />
Had my mind all set, no spare drops I was missin&#8217; </p>
<p>Then on my feet I thought I was, but wasn&#8217;t<br />
And for roads, I guess I saw about a dozen<br />
When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor<br />
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>I just made one step and landed in the coal box<br />
Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben &#8216;larm clock<br />
But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears<br />
&#8216;Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets<br />
Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits<br />
But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball<br />
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes<br />
As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches<br />
Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed<br />
&#8216;Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan&#8217;s gin </p>
<p>Well, I woke next morning guess &#8217;twas closer ev&#8217;nin&#8217;<br />
And my room was certainly in an awful shape<br />
Someone else had took my head and left an elephant&#8217;s there instead<br />
On the morning after drinking Sammy&#8217;s gin<br />
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		<title>Il forestiero</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 18:12:38 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Adriano Celentano]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[C&#8217;e un oasi nel deserto dob ve un giorno a chieder l&#8217;acqua si fermo un forestiero in mezzo ai palmeti erdi c&#8217;era un pozzo e una ragazza era la il suo nome era Sara. &#8222;Tu sei un Giudeo&#8221; gli disse la donna &#8222;Con quale coraggio michiedi da bere sono mille anni e piu che i [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>C&#8217;e un oasi nel deserto dob ve un giorno a<br />
chieder l&#8217;acqua si fermo<br />
un forestiero<br />
in mezzo ai palmeti erdi c&#8217;era un pozzo e una<br />
ragazza era la<br />
il suo nome era Sara.<br />
&#8222;Tu sei un Giudeo&#8221; gli disse la donna<br />
&#8222;Con quale coraggio michiedi da bere<br />
sono mille anni e piu che i tipi come te<br />
non passa di qui e non parlano con noi<br />
ed&#8230; <span id="more-2654037"></span>C&#8217;e un oasi nel deserto dob ve un giorno a<br />
chieder l&#8217;acqua si fermo<br />
un forestiero<br />
in mezzo ai palmeti erdi c&#8217;era un pozzo e una<br />
ragazza era la<br />
il suo nome era Sara.<br />
&#8222;Tu sei un Giudeo&#8221; gli disse la donna<br />
&#8222;Con quale coraggio michiedi da bere<br />
sono mille anni e piu che i tipi come te<br />
non passa di qui e non parlano con noi<br />
ed il primo sei tu ma perche tu lo fai<br />
alla Samaritana i Giudei un po d&#8217;acqua non<br />
chiesero mai&#8221;.<br />
&#8222;Tu donna se conoscessi il forestiero che sta qui<br />
davanti a te<br />
gli chiederesti<br />
un sorso di acqua e allora sarei io che darei da<br />
bere a te<br />
io che sono un Giudeo&#8221;.<br />
A quel forestiero rispore la donna<br />
&#8222;Ma dove la trovi quest&#8217;acqua da bere<br />
io vedo che non hai la secchia insieme a te<br />
profondo e il pozzo sai vuoi dirmi come fai&#8221;.<br />
Lui la donna guardo<br />
sorridente spiego<br />
&#8222;Non si trova nel pozzo qust&#8217;acqua di vita che<br />
io ti daro&#8221;.<br />
E lei, e lei, e lei<br />
era incredula<br />
e lui, e lui, e lui<br />
all&#8217;orecchio le si avvicino<br />
le bisbiglio qualcosa<br />
e lei sbianco.<br />
&#8222;Tu sai tutto di me<br />
mi vuoi dire chi sei<br />
solamente un profeta conosce i segreti di<br />
ognuno di noi&#8221;<br />
mi vuoi dire chi sei<br />
&#8222;Signore, io so che un giorno il messia<br />
come un povero verra in<br />
mezzo a noi<br />
e quando verra sta scritto gia sta scritto<br />
che ogni cosa ci dira<br />
perche viene dal cielo&#8221;.<br />
E quel forestiero di tanata bellezza<br />
guardo quella donna con molta dolcezza<br />
e disse &#8222;sono io colui che dici tu<br />
se l&#8217;acqua mia berrai mai piu tu morirai&#8221;<br />
e la prima fu lei<br />
a sapere di lui<br />
che quell&#8217;uomo del pozzo era il figlio di<br />
Dio chiamato Gesu.</p>
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		<title>What&#8217;s your problem</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When is it gonna end?! (2x) I&#8217;m not a bad man (bad man), Just excel in anger and hatred!! Do the best, with what I have. I&#8217;m a constitution, yeah&#8230; Everyday I&#8217;m tested! With the worst of what you have&#8230; Here&#8217;s to your problem. Here, Mr. Know-It-All&#8230; Here&#8217;s to the&#8230; When is it gonna end?! [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When is it gonna end?! (2x) </p>
<p>I&#8217;m not a bad man (bad man),<br />
Just excel in anger and hatred!!<br />
Do the best, with what I have.<br />
I&#8217;m a constitution, yeah&#8230;<br />
Everyday I&#8217;m tested!<br />
With the worst of what you have&#8230; </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s to your problem.<br />
Here, Mr. Know-It-All&#8230;<br />
Here&#8217;s to the&#8230; <span id="more-2654040"></span>When is it gonna end?! (2x) </p>
<p>I&#8217;m not a bad man (bad man),<br />
Just excel in anger and hatred!!<br />
Do the best, with what I have.<br />
I&#8217;m a constitution, yeah&#8230;<br />
Everyday I&#8217;m tested!<br />
With the worst of what you have&#8230; </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s to your problem.<br />
Here, Mr. Know-It-All&#8230;<br />
Here&#8217;s to the solvin&#8217; of a problem in yer head.<br />
Here&#8217;s to your problem,<br />
Here Mr. Can&#8217;t-Be-Wrong&#8230;<br />
Here&#8217;s to the solvin&#8217; of the problems in yer head. </p>
<p>When is it gonna end?! (2x) </p>
<p>You&#8217;re not a bad man (bad man),<br />
You excel in cold frustration.<br />
You know I bleed, for what it&#8217;s worth.<br />
Think I hear the distance comin&#8217;,<br />
Down fast on your face is gunnin&#8217;,<br />
Bloodspots in the eye give you away. </p>
<p>(3 again)<br />
When is it gonna end? (4x) </p>
<p>Do it if I can,<br />
You expect to much and I can&#8217;t&#8230;!<br />
Be bothered with! what you do.<br />
Hey! What&#8217;s your problem? (3x)<br />
Hey! Hey! Hey! </p>
<p>(3 again) </p>
<p>When is it gonna end?!</p>
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		<title>Besos de coral</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 16:28:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Suavecito, pero fuerte fue subiendo fue subiendo, fue subiendo la marea fue subiendo,&#8230; Suavecito, pero fuerte fue subiendo fue subiendo, fue subiendo la marea fue subiendo, fue subiendo bien la espuma en la hora, el latido, fue subiendo mientras noviecitos en la sal se dan besos de coral noviecitos en la sal se besan y [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Suavecito, pero fuerte fue subiendo<br />
fue subiendo, fue subiendo la marea<br />
fue subiendo,&#8230; <span id="more-2654025"></span>Suavecito, pero fuerte fue subiendo<br />
fue subiendo, fue subiendo la marea<br />
fue subiendo, fue subiendo<br />
bien la espuma<br />
en la hora, el latido,<br />
fue subiendo<br />
mientras noviecitos en la sal<br />
se dan besos de coral<br />
noviecitos en la sal<br />
se besan y se miman,<br />
se revuelcan por la arena </p>
<p>Coro:<br />
se besan y se miman<br />
se revuelcan por la arena </p>
<p>En la ola, el latido<br />
fue subiendo<br />
fue subiendo, fue subiendo a la orillita<br />
con un beso dulce, tierno y suave.<br />
en la hora, el latido fue llegando<br />
mientras noviecitos en la sal<br />
se dan besos de coral<br />
noviecitos en la sal<br />
se besan y se miman,<br />
se revuelcan por la arena </p>
<p>(repite coro) </p>
<p>Sin condiciones, sin ataduras<br />
sin compromisos, que no sea un juego<br />
nos revolcamos por toda la arena<br />
yo soy tu nene, tu eres mi nena<br />
peque&ntilde;a, tu y yo somos<br />
como los que se besan,<br />
se miman y se revuelcan en la arena<br />
se besan, se miman, se revuelcan en la arena<br />
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		<title>Twenty four</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 15:26:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve got this craving around the clock And it&#8217;s got a hold on me I&#8217;ve had it bad since the moment we met I can&#8217;t get no relief You&#8217;re the only&#8230; I&#8217;ve got this craving around the clock And it&#8217;s got a hold on me I&#8217;ve had it bad since the moment we met I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve got this craving around the clock<br />
And it&#8217;s got a hold on me<br />
I&#8217;ve had it bad since the moment we met<br />
I can&#8217;t get no relief </p>
<p>You&#8217;re the only&#8230; <span id="more-2654036"></span>I&#8217;ve got this craving around the clock<br />
And it&#8217;s got a hold on me<br />
I&#8217;ve had it bad since the moment we met<br />
I can&#8217;t get no relief </p>
<p>You&#8217;re the only train of thought on my one track mind<br />
Going ninety miles an hour baby all the time </p>
<p>Twenty-four, seven<br />
You&#8217;re the only thing that matters to me<br />
Twenty-four hours girl, every day<br />
Seven long days a week<br />
I&#8217;m in heaven, heaven<br />
Twenty-four, seven </p>
<p>Every night when I go to sleep<br />
In my dreams there you are<br />
You&#8217;re the first thing I think about<br />
And that&#8217;s how the morning starts </p>
<p>It seems like everything I say and do<br />
Is all about me being in love with you </p>
<p>Twenty-four, seven<br />
You&#8217;re the only thing that matters to me<br />
Twenty-four hours girl, every day<br />
Seven long days a week<br />
I&#8217;m in heaven, heaven<br />
Twenty-four, seven </p>
<p>You&#8217;re the only train of thought on my one track mind<br />
Going ninety miles an hour baby all the time </p>
<p>Twenty-four, seven<br />
You&#8217;re the only thing that matters to me<br />
Twenty-four hours girl, every day<br />
Seven long days a week<br />
I&#8217;m in heaven, heaven<br />
Twenty-four, seven </p>
<p>I&#8217;m in heaven<br />
Twenty-four, seven<br />
Twenty-four hours girl, every day<br />
Seven long days a week<br />
I&#8217;m in heaven, heaven<br />
Twenty-four seven<br />
Twenty-four seven girl<br />
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		<title>Something inside of me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 14:19:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me And it just won&#8217;t go away Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me And it just won&#8217;t go away Yes it was these blues you gave me When you left me Oh when you left me that day&#8230; Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me And it just won&#8217;t go away [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes it was these blues you gave me<br />
When you left me<br />
Oh when you left me that day&#8230; <span id="more-2654041"></span>Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes it was these blues you gave me<br />
When you left me<br />
Oh when you left me that day </p>
<p>When somebody leaves you<br />
You just lose a friend<br />
But when you left me babe<br />
Thought it was the end </p>
<p>Because there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes it was these blues you gave me<br />
When you left me<br />
Oh when you left me that day </p>
<p>When somebody leaves you<br />
You just lose a friend<br />
But when you left me babe<br />
Thought it was the end </p>
<p>Because there&#8217;s something inside of me<br />
And it just won&#8217;t go away<br />
Yes it was these blues you gave me<br />
When you left me<br />
Oh when you left me that day<br />
This time</p>
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